Date: Sat, 1 Sep 2007 20:20:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Matthew O'Shea <femboynz@yahoo.com>
Subject: sissy slaves K9 Training chapter 2  Bestiality

PLEASE READ FIRST: This is JUST PURE FANTASY. In no way does it depicted
any part of my life or that of any person I know or have known. To be
honest I'm not even a dog lover. Any name or place is pure coincidental.
If you are offended my Male/Male or Male/Dog sex, or are under 18yr old.
Please read no further, but if you chose to read on. I hope you will
enjoy it and I would appreciate any comments you which to make. Matthew
O'Shea


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                              Continuing on Sissy slaves K9 Training.


We were just settling in after finishing our water, wondering what next
was install for us. When our trainer returned, letting us out to use the
tray. Which I'm getting used to now without wetting myself. Once I'd
finished I had my little cage put on, then locked back in my cage. Only
to watch as Biggles got led out, the door closed behind them. I began
thinking, is he going to have biggles suck him off again. Or is he going
back to be with the dogs outside. If so what have I done that I can't go
back to be with Rusty. It wasn't long before I realized it was neither
what I thought. But Biggles was getting punished for something, as I
could hear these long deep painful moans. Not the sort you hear with
pleasure, much more those of agony. Suddenly I could hear him screaming
out, he must of then been gagged as those screams sounded quite muffled
now. God! I wonder what he did to deserve this, or is it just because
he's a slave-dog. So must be whipped just to reinforce his inferior
status as a slave. A thing a lot of Masters likes to do to a slave, just
for their pleasure and enjoyment. I lay there realizing it will be my
turn next. Thinking back to when he told my Master how he'd like to have
me for some obedience training. Knowing how he seems to like Biggles, so
if he's getting such a whipping. What will he have install for this
sissy bitch, I lay there quivering.


After a while Biggles gag must of been taken off, as now I could hear
more audible crying coming from where ever they are. Soon all went quiet,
I hope Biggles is alright. He must of been taken out to the dogs, as I
now heard dog barking. Like to welcome their slave-dog back in to their
run. It seemed a long time since Biggles got taken out for punishment, so
guess he must be rather sore. Maybe the dogs licking him will do a lot to
relieve the pain.


I looked up to see our trainer coming towards my cage. I lay as far back
in the cage as possible, whining with little sobs. Trying to say, No
please, I want to be a good slave, don't punish me. The cage door was
unlocked and opened, "Come on, out you get." he ordered. I remained
lying, curled up as far to the rear as I could get, still whining. The
cage isn't that big, that he couldn't get hold of my collar to pull me
out. I had no choice, but to go where the pulling collar led me. I stood
there on all fours, as he removed the little cage from one completely
deflated clit. Looking up to him with begging eyes trying to say, please
don't whip me. As the leash got attached to my collar ready to be taken
out. He patted me on the head saying, "Don't be afraid." with a firm tug
on the leash, I got lead nervously out.


It was back into the training room I got led. The first thing I saw was
Biggles lying, curled up with a blanket covering him. Still sobbing
softly, his head resting on his mitten covered paws. He didn't even look
up as we entered, guess he must be in a bad way under that blanket. I
wanted to go over to him, just to lick over his sore back, as he did to
mine the other day. I couldn't, I just got pulled towards this evil
looking black vinyl covered stool sitting off centre in the room. Unable
to even look at Biggles now, as I was face to face with this punishment
stool. I stopped, frozen to the spot, looking at this dreaded stool which
Biggles had not long before been taken from. In front of the stood sat
the two rings my hind legs had been attached too a couple of days ago. By
the shape of the stool you knew front to back. "On you get Nancy," came
the demand, I had no option as he pushed me on. My paws were now attached
to the rings that had previously secured my legs. Going behind me he
removed at last the restraining straps from my hind legs. I tried to
stretch each leg just to see they still straightened out OK, only to get
slapped and told to stay still. A thick leather strap got buckled around
each ankle, in turn they were pulled apart and chained to O rings screwed
into the floor. Another wide strap went around my lower back to get tied
under the table. There I lay, unable to move in any way, I felt fear in
my whole body. As I shook tears came to my eyes remembering how I heard
Biggles crying out. What chance is there for me I wondered. Our trainer
saw the fear in me, as he again stoked over my head consoling me saying.
"Don't be afraid, it won't be as bad as you think."
Well I was afraid, so much for that, why is Biggles still lying there
trying to get over his beating, I thought. With that he put a blanket
over my back, tying it to two thin cords on either side of the stool,
then left the room. That's not going to stop the shaking, I'm not cold,
just bloody nervous. Why doesn't he get it over with, looking around the
best I could. I saw the gag Biggles must of had forced in his mouth,
lying on the floor. I couldn't turn enough to see Biggles, seems he's
stopped sobbing anyway, only heavy breathing, he must of cried himself to
sleep, I guess.


The sound of dog paws and breathing, followed by, "Look who we have here
Rusty. Yes it's your bitch Nancy isn't it." Suddenly I thought, God No!
No way, he can't be going to do that. Realizing the way I was firmly
tied down, my hind legs pulled apart, exposing my butt hole to the World.
Suddenly realizing my butt end was higher than my head end. Yes that is
what's going to happen, as I felt his hand wipe some lubricant around my
hole. Then push his finger straight up my little pussy hole. That belt
around my waist prevented any movement on my part. I'm lying ready for
the taking, tears welling up in my eyes with fear.
"Now be a good bitch for your mate," I was told before he released Rusty.
Bringing him over, I could tell Rusty was coming at me fast and eager, by
the noise he made. In no time his nose was sniffing my butt, I could feel
the roughness of his tongue licking.
"Yes you're wanting to get in there aren't you Rusty. Nancy's made you
nice and hard I see."
With that Rusty was helped up over my restrained body. His dog cock lined
up and pushing to enter boy pussy. All the time the trainer kept a hold
on Rusty, so he wouldn't flop out or off my back. At no time did he seem
interested in how I was underneath. I could feel his cock going in
deeper, I'm sure it was also becoming thicker and longer at the same
time. His heavy weight on my slight body was also beginning to push all
the breath out of me. Tears came quickly to my eyes, my moaning got a lot
louder. But somehow that helped put more air back into my lungs. Just
knowing how I'm being used made me cry out more. Something I never
thought would ever happen to me, being mated with a dog. GOD!!! then it
happened one firm push, he's about to split me open. I screamed out for
all I was worth, I had just been dog knotted. Guess this is when I heard
Biggles also screaming out. Rusty just seemed to want to push everything
into me with short quick strokes. I continued screaming out and crying
harder. His weight was now the least of my problems, has he ripped me
open down there. Leaving Rusty sitting happily over me, the trainer came
and pushed the gag into my mouth. Tying it behind my neck, so muffling my
screams and crying. Rusty just pushed on, doing what he had to do. While
getting great encouragement from our trainer, for being such a randy dog
fucking his bitch. With me hoping he'd shoot and pull out quickly. Well
it wasn't long till he did shot his load into my boy pussy, and what a
load it seemed to be. Squirt after squirt got fired in covering my
innermost parts in dog cum. Thankfully that is over and he can pull out
at last. Well no, that isn't how dogs seem to work unfortunately and
painfully. Somehow he tried turning to pull away, only he was still dog
knotted to me. The excruciating pain of it I just about passed out, till
the trainer put Rusty back holding him there. I'm sure had I not been
tied down Rusty would be pulling me where ever he wanted to go. Putting
his hand down between Rusty's cock and my fucked cum fulled hole,
squeezing him somehow. While I started to panic that I'd be left in this
state for who knows how long. It is a real frightening experience, plus
being gagged, unable to express any fear you have about it all. I could
only cry as I waited. Then a big Pop!! And out he flopped, now down on
the floor licking himself. Not one bit interested in his bitch that he'd
just given his sperm too. My hole was very sore, I'm sure it'll never
be the same again. Suddenly I felt our trainer pushing a pad up there, so
I wouldn't lose any dog juice. At last out came the gag, I can try
breathing normally again. The blanket came off my back, I can see why it
was put over me. It gave Rusty something to hold on to without digging
his claws into my sides. But now I was left, while Rusty got taken back
out to his run and with his dog mates. On the trainers return I at last
had my legs released, plus the return of the restraining straps. Then my
paws were freed and I got helped to the floor again. My eyes were so
watered up I could hardly see where I was, as I got led my the collar
over finishing up next to Biggles. A thick blanket was laid beside him so
we could lie together recuperating. Two dog fucked slaves.


I cuddled up close as possible to Biggles, knowing how he must still be
feeling. At least he's stopped sobbing now, guess I will soon. Looking
at him, I wonder if he realized what being a dog would entail. Did he
know he'd have to be fucked by real dogs. Being used as its bitch like
we have just been. He worked himself closer to me, his face right up
touching mine. Then his tongue started licking over my watery eyes,
licking the tears from my cheeks. Surprisingly even my runny got licked
clean. Sure his loving touch is what helped my sniffling to subside
quickly. We both then just looked at each other, both thinking the same
thing.
Our lips came together to enjoy a few beautiful soft kisses, followed by
a longer passionate kiss. Our tongues wrestling in each others mouths, in
doing so I seemed to push him over. Lying on his back with me on top,
looking down into his still red but beautiful eyes. God! did I want to
speak, to tell him I loved him. He knew it also, but just shook his head,
to indicate we are dogs now. I lay my sore body on top of his still sore
body. Wrapping my arms around him while I began licking over his face as
he had mine, his neck, down to his nipples I wandered. Biggles arm now
encircled my body, pulling me close. Close enough that our stiff cocks
met, we could only rub ourselves together. Knowing what would happen if
we got caught doing anything. The loving touch of his body on mine, the
feel of his body expand, then contract as he breathed was just so
sensual. All thoughts of what had happened but minutes earlier had
departed my mind, and hopefully Biggles.


Still lost in each others tender touching, we didn't hear our trainer
entering the room.
"What have we got here!" brought us back to earth "Haven't you had
enough pleasure for one day?" he asked, knowing he wouldn't be getting
an answer from dogs.
Quickly we parted, both looking at him in fear of punishment, for what we
were doing. But then Biggles gave a soft whimper with his cute tilted
head look. Coming towards us, bending down he just pulling Biggles
blanket, then mine off. Exposing two rock hard dog-boy penises. Without a
flick of an eyelid as he looked at what we were displaying before him, he
just said,
"Up you get, on all fours." in a stern voice.
We both jumped not wanting to make matters any worse than they already
were. Attaching each to our leash, then pulling us one either side of
him, so we couldn't touch each other. Our still semi erect penises
flopping uncomfortably as we trotted off.


Finishing up outside and deflated, looking straight at two enema bags
hanging from the veranda post.
"I think a little more water would be in order." As the bags were taken
over to the tap, returning with that, I'm full look about them. We stood
waiting, then Biggles had his anal pad pulled out. Yes! it was a lot
thicker and longer than my sanitary pads are. He got told in no uncertain
terms, `not to push Sam's love doggie juice out.' Now the nozzle at
the end of a long rubber tube of the enema bag, found itself sitting
annoyingly up Biggles anal passage. There was not a thing he could do
about retracting it. As two strips of surgical tape made sure it stayed
in place. Satisfied with his work on Biggles, his attention was now
turned to me. What a relief to feel that pad being pulled out, at least
the time lying with Biggles took our minds away from having those thick
things embedded in our sex tunnels. With tube now taped in and water
making its way up into my bowels, my stomach. I could feel the weight of
it, my stomach seemed to wobble uncontrollable, as I cramped up. I
started whining, as did Biggles, neither could take any more. The
overflow started trickling down my legs, I tried to squat down, a quick
jerk on the leash told me that's not a good idea at this time. Biggles
started crying, I was not far behind him doing likewise. Think our
trainer got the message that we slave dogs could take no more, or we
would burst open, I think.


After painfully making our way to the freshly dug hole. I was wondering
who would be allowed empty out first. As it turned out we had to squat
back to back, empting out the water plus our supply of doggie sperm. As
much as we both were full and wanted relief from our blown up stomachs.
Cramps again coursed the inevitable delay in any relief from this
agonizing pressure our bowels were under. We were both whining our
breathing also deep and audible, I was hoping the probe would find its
way up there again. But no, we just had to sit and wait till it the
pressure got o much and let the flow begin. We were left squatting over
the hole while our trainer went over talking to the dogs. Slowly after a
good five maybe ten minutes. [I'm guessing as time means nothing to me
now] Suddenly I felt a trickle running down my leg. Another push fighting
against the cramps, then more trickled out. All of a sudden I felt
wetness, not from my anal passage. No, Biggles had began pushing his fill
out in one fast gush, like a burst water main, that it landed over my
legs. He didn't seem to stop and loud groaning with each push. Hearing
him extracting his load seemed to stir me into action. As the next thing
my flow began in earnest, God! it felt so good hearing and feeling it
squishing out. Don't think I made as big a showing as Biggles, as none
landed on him. With it all now released, that empty feeling once again
was just so wonderful. Stepping away and turning around, I came face to
face with Biggles. The look on his face also showed relief after being so
filled up and so cramped up. At least there was no smell from it as we'd
had a good clean out earlier. Now it was over to be hosed down, even that
cold water felt wonderful.


Back in at our cages, our bowls sitting there full of our doggie mush.
But to add to our punishment we were tied up away from them and away from
each other. Biggles and the bowl of food, both looking so inviting, I
couldn't get to neither. Just lying there looking, the site of Biggles,
thinking of our close encounter not long before. I began rubbing myself
against the floorboards. It's not the most comfortable way to get
relief, but what else can you do when your clitty want attention. Biggles
saw what I was doing, then shock his head indicating, don't do it.
Realizing what the harsh consequence of my actions would be. Knowing his
advice would be the better course of valour, my rubbing the floor ceased.
To take my mind away from who and what was facing me. I thought I'd try
some doggie stuff, so began licking over my paws, seeing how far up. Even
where else I could lick on myself, well not much else as it turned out.
Wish I could of got under my armpits and wouldn't it be great to get
down between my own legs like Rusty does.


Eventually our trainer returned freeing us from our hooks, then over to
our bowls we went. Both very hungry, as we both seemed to be making quite
a noise eating, the same at the water bowl. Once we'd finished, it was
off with our doggie mittens, booties Etc. On with our little cages, then
into our cages we were put and left. Later we were let out to use the
tray, then back with our bottles hanging there for the night. No taking
the dogs for there walk, the same in the morning. Somehow I was awake
when I heard the trainer outside with the dogs. Looking quickly around
and Biggles was also still locked up and must of been wondering why not.
As I was to find out later, he didn't want as with the dogs so soon
after being mated with them.


Later that day we got caged up again, but as we still had our mittens and
all still on, our little cages weren't needed. Soon we were to notice
why, sounded like the same car arriving up. After awhile we could hear
talking and laughter coming from outside. Next thing dogs were barking,
with lots of whining, followed my silence. I began thinking, I know what
is happening out there. Cindy is having her pussy fucked by Anton, I
looked over to see if Biggles was taking notice, yes he was with a big
grin on his face. When all was over the other person had left, it was
time to but as two slave dogs back out with our mates. The first thing to
notice was Anton had gone and Cindy was curled up in a cage my herself.
Wonder if she felt like Biggles and I did after our doggie fuck, guess
not. Rusty and Sam knew who's bitch belonged to who. Neither one took
any interest in the others bitch, we couldn't go to play with the other
dog either without our dog. I felt rather nervous being in there run now,
think Biggles did also, as he kept looking to see if our trainer was
handy. Whenever we lay down our dog was there lying beside or on top of
us. It was good though feeling there warmth on you, I'm also getting use
to Rusty's coarse tongue now, licking where ever he wanted to. That
night Biggles and I were again got ready to take them for there walk, our
trainer brought Cindy with us again.


The trainer must of been feeling sorry for us, seeing us with stiff cock
quite a lot in the last few days. That when we got back from walking the
dogs and back into our mittens and booties. I was made lie face up, then
Biggles got led over so his cock was right at my mouth. I was told to
suck him off, "Show me what a slut bitch you are," he said. It didn't
take another word for me to raise my head to engulf Biggles now rock hard
cock. At the same time he squatted down a little making it easier to suck
him. He was also in that much of a need for relief, I could feel his
penis throbbing wildly. As he started jerking his lower body up and down,
going deep into my throat. His moaning became louder, as did his
breathing. I knew it wouldn't be long before I got a mouth full of
dog-boys cum. One last push down as he whimpered, jerking violently,
without knowing it he even said "I'm cuuummiinnnggggg." Shooting shot
after shot of hot dog-boy cum straight down my throat. Holding him in I
swallowed as fast as I could not wanting to lose one little drop, and I
didn't. Once spent and exhausted, Biggles just flopped his body over my
face, his cock still sitting in my mouth.
He had no say in how long he stayed resting, as he just got pulled off
and made lie down, as I'd been. It's now my turn to at last empty my
ball of all that build up of sissy juice. I also got led over till my
stiffy was at his mouth ready to be sucked. Yes I can see Biggles has
done this lots of times before also. As his tongue, his warm mouth sucked
and licked the length of my sissy shaft. The way his tongue licked, the
way he sucked, being deep in the warmth of his mouth, I knew I wasn't
far away from exploding my lot into his hungry mouth either. His mouth
worked like a milking machine, as he sucked my steel rod deep down his
throat. Slowly letting go till my nob sat just inside his lips. Biggles
suction drew me back down his throat. Each time I slid in faster, it even
seemed like I was going deeper down. As I squatted look just at the
floor, I wished we were put over each other in a 69 position. But guess
that would of given us to much pleasure and we're only slaves after all.
I could feel my own sperm building up, departing my balls as they got
tighter, flowing slowly up the shaft. I could tell my shaft thickened,
I'm sure my gland head expanded with the pressure. My breathing became
heavier, I began whimpering with moans from deep down. I felt my body
stiffen up, then I just jerked violently, as each volley shot straight
into and down Biggles waiting, wantoned throat. It felt like bullets
shooting from the fastest pistol ever made, as they departed my hot
member. As like myself, Biggles didn't miss a drop of my sissy juice
either. Now lying over his face getting my breath back, coming back to
earth after being so high up in the clouds with dog-boy. A pull on my
leash had me off of Biggles, then ordered to lie with my head next to
his, but my body facing the opposite direction, as we were when being
sucked off.


Standing over us, just look down at two spent dogs, our trainer then took
his big thick stiff cock out. Slowly he began rubbing along the length,
not taking his eyes off of us. Tell us how we're just scum, dirty bit of
slave shit only good to be treated like dogs and used by dogs. His
humiliation of us went on and seemed to get the better of Biggles. As he
began whimpering, whining like a dog, I could feel he was trying to hold
back tears. He could no longer, as he then just started crying, trying to
turn his head away. Each time told to look straight up. I don't think he
ever thought wanting to be properly dog trained, he would be so
humiliated and in front of another slave, who didn't want to be trained
us a dog. I'm sure this is what our trainer gets off on, as his hand now
encircled that hot piece of man meat, jerking himself faster and faster.
The other hand playing around his nipples, as he just continued looking
down on us. Spitting over our bodies with an evil grin on his face,
without another word. I can still hear sniffling coming from beside me,
poor Biggles. Our trainer then knelt beside our heads, his eyes closed.
You could see each breath he took as his chest expanded then contracted,
we could also feel the heat, smell the aroma waffling out from that thick
hot man cock of his. Then he said, "Don't move your Fucken dog-slave
faces!" as he shot his hot spunk out over our faces, covering each face
with all his hot sperm. Squeezing out the last drop, then wiping his hand
over our faces.


Getting up and sitting on the stool we had been dog-fucked over. Then
ordered us to lick each others face clean of all his precious cum.
Quickly I made sure I got on top of Biggles to start licking him. I could
see where the tears had been, his eyes still watery. So that was my
starting point, licking those tears away. With my back to our trainer,
gave me a chance to kiss softy over each eye. Hopefully showing that I
care, in return I got a nice thank you smile back. There we were then
licking each others face all over adding the odd quick kiss. As I got to
lick over his nose, I couldn't help myself. But open my mouth to engulf
his nose and suck at it for all I was worth. A small tasty reward was
offered for my effort. It was wonderful being there licking each other
clean like that. Our tongues working flat out so as not to miss any of
the cum . By the time we'd finished both our faces were completely wet,
covered in the others saliva. As I looked into Biggles eyes he pouched
his lips, I took that as an invitation to kiss him. My lips just fell
that few inches to meet with his, our tongues also touched as we mixed
our saliva together to share. Engrossed in what we were now sharing,
there was no thought about our trainer sitting watching. Till I got his
boot pushing me off hard and fast.


Nervously I just squatted there looking at him, knowing I'd done wrong.
Looking at me then to Biggles, "How dare you bits of slave shit kiss.
You're here to learn to be obedient dogs. Not to try and be like humans,
that you're not and never will be." we were informed. "Now get up and
get over here." as he pointed towards the stool. Quickly we obeyed,
standing there not sure what is to happen. "Sit," he told Biggles, then
led me a little further away with my back to Biggles then ordering me to
sit. With that he left the room to return carrying some rope and the
flogger. "Come," he indicated to me, I follow fearfully behind, knowing
what is in store for us. We were tied in such away that we could watch
each others flogging. Before he started I was informed, seen as I bend to
do the kissing, I'm going to get taught a good lesson. Turning to
Biggles, he was told he should know that's not being a good dog. WHACK,
WHACK, WHACK, it went on landing viciously across his whole back each
stroke landing on a different part. Then Biggles just collapsed on the
floor, crying out. A foot over his upper legs, holding him face down,
then the final couple of lashes left there mark. Looking at the state of
Biggles and knowing it's now my turn. My heart seemed to pound even
harder and faster, my whole body seemed to be covered in preparation as I
waited. Listening to the crying next to me, almost had me crying in
anticipation of what is about to happen. Any other thoughts I was about
to have disappeared. As the first stinging blow, of who knows how many
lashes I received, lander. My moans became all out crying, tears running
down my cheeks, snot running from my nose and into my open crying mouth.
Each stroke seemed to get harder biting deeper into my burning flesh. As
I began screaming out in pain for some mercy. Only to finish up being
gagged, so I could receive the remaining stinging, cutting blows. I had
also now fallen to the floor crying like the baby I've often been told I
am.


Satisfied with the thrashing he'd given us, his only comment was. "I
hope that'll teach you dogs a good lesson, not to try that again." We
were then left still tied to the rings to cry ourselves out. I couldn't
see Biggles, my eyes were burning and so watered up, blurry. I just lay
there cried out, sniffling. Looking towards Biggles wondering if he was
blaming me for the whipping he'd just received, the condition he's now
in. God I hope not, he'll never look my way again, would he ever trust
me again. Don't know if I was feeling sorry for myself or what I thought
of Biggles, who I'd never even talked to. But I just started sobbing
again. That night we weren't taken out to walk the dogs, thankfully as
our backs were in quite a mess. Not to mention extremely sore, I don't
know if I could of even walked that far. Guess Biggles must of been the
same. Instead we were caged and tied up so we couldn't look at each
other. Gags in our mouths, so there was no chance of even asking how the
other is. When our trainer returned we were led out to piss, then back to
be relieved of our mittens, booties, collars. No, even after losing our
juice earlier, we still had to have those little cages put on again for
the night. All this time the trainer didn't speak a word to us. The
cages locked, he walked out turning out the light, locking the door as he
went. Usually he'd say something, even if just be good dogs now. He must
be real mad with us.


A couple of days later we were again given a good enema before bathing.
After being fed it was straight back into our cages with the rubber bones
to play with. Sometime later when we both had lost interest in playing
with our bones and were just lying there. Our trainer return to take us
back into the training room to be mated again. Only this time we were to
watch each other getting dog fucked. It wasn't quite so bad, as we knew
what to expect this time, only I wasn't to fussed on being knotted
again. So was thinking of some way to squeeze tightly before he started
pushing deeper in, so preventing his balls going in. Only if it was that
easy I was soon to discover. I was first to be tied firmly over the
stood, made ready in the same the way as before. Biggles was squatting
not far away that he could see everything. That didn't embarrass me, in
away I quite liked the idea of having him watching me getting fucked by
Rasty. The finishing touch was to have the trainer push his greased
finger up my pussy, then smear it around the entrance. While he went to
get Rusty, Biggles walked around me, I could feel him sniffing at my
greased pussy. Soon as we heard our trainer returning with I guess Rusty.
Biggles quickly sat back beside me, like he'd never moved.


On entering the room you could hear Rusty's claws scratching at the
floor. His heavy breathing as he tried to pull away from the trainers
hold. No sooner had he been set free, than he was at me, sniffing around
my greased up butt hole. His cold wet nose, his rough tongue licking over
my pussy lips. Turning my head to the side I could see Biggles watching
what Rusty was doing, and I bet getting turned on by it all. Our trainer
started talking to Rusty, "Whose getting an excited boy. You want to put
your big cock up Nancy's pussy, do you. Would you like her to have your
puppies. Look Biggles can't take his eyes of your lovely penis." All
this being said as the trainer was holding Rusty from mounting me. By now
I was also getting anxious, my desire to have Rusty pushing his doggy
cock into me. Yes I was feeling more and more like a BITCH on heat, as I
waited. I sensed the trainer was just tantalising me by holding Rusty
back. Saying what a big cock it was and how bitches love big doggy cocks
up their pussies. I was panting eagerly waiting my mates entrance. Oh,
how I was wanting to say "Please let Rusty put his beautiful penis into
me, I need it now!!" but knew better than to talk human like. At last our
trainer had finished playing his games with me.


Next thing I felt Rusty being helped up to mount his bitch. The way we
get tied over the stool the dog has no trouble in finding its mark. His
wet nob sitting at my pussy lips, his claws digging into the cover over
my back, his heavy breathing. Even the tip of his tongue, his saliva
touching my neck. Then I felt it at long last, Rusty started pushing
himself into me. Only if I could move my restrained lower body to push
back, helping to get his cock in deep and quickly. I was now so worked up
on a real sexual high for Rusty a dog. Something I would never of dreamt
about even a week ago. But here I was now wanting nothing else except to
be filled with Rusty's doggy cum. The painful knotting which is still to
come, was at this point the furthest thing from my mind. I was just
enjoying being used by a dog, as his bitch. Rusty's panting, my panting,
yes we were working in unison. His short sharp strokes were at a constant
rhythm, there seemed to be a slight parse. Suddenly it happened one hard
thrust forward, my eyes watered, between clinched lips I tried to scream
out. But my lips wouldn't open to let the agonising pain I was now
suffering be heard. Yes Rusty has now knotted himself to me. I am now
totally his until his balls are empted of all that doggy sperm. Even my
mitten covered fingers were clinched tightly closed. There was no mercy
shown to me, only Rusty got told what a good dog he was. I couldn't see
it, but I knew he was even having his back stroked gently as he pumped
away at me.


His cock seemed to expand even more, that the short piston like movement
of his cock worked on every nerve in my body. I was becoming anxious,
wanting only to have him empty his load into me as quickly as possible.
The way my own clit was sitting against the stool, there is no way I
could get an erection. I'm only a bitch having to take dog cum. And that
is just what now happened, one hard fast penetrating shave into my pussy.
With no fanfare, just the feel of hot doggy sperm shooting into cover my
inside with all he had to offer. Now spent of his all and little thought
for his bitch, all Rusty wanted was to get off. Causing even greater pain
to me, till our trainer held Rusty over me. His hand went down between
the two of us working at Rusty's cock, helping free up or help release
his emptied ball sac. After a good few minute it felt like, I heard this
plop and we were free of each other at last. All Rusty wanted to do was
get down and start licking himself clean. I was left there restrained, no
pad shoved up me this time. Soon I felt the trickling from my butthole
down my legs. Then to my surprise Biggles was brought behind, his face
pushed at the leaking hole and told to lick me clean. There was nothing I
could do but to let it all run out. Biggles must of loved the taste, as
his tongue didn't want to stop. I must say I loved the feel of his warm
tongue licking between my legs, over my cum dripping hole, taking all I
had to offer him. Even to feel his tongue now working up into pussy to
get the last drop that may still be up there.


Satisfied that Biggles had done a good job cleaning me out, he just got
pushed away and told to stay. Now I got the cover taken of my back, then
released from the stool. Only to have the leash hooked back to my collar
and led over to a bowl of water. After a few slurps at the water, I
looked up to see what was happening. There was Biggles now being placed
over the stool readied, to be restrained in the same manner as I had
been. Satisfied Biggles was now unable to move, he was left while our
trainer took Rusty out of the room. To return just a few seconds later to
proceed in greasing up Biggles boy pussy in the manner he had done mine.
The looks I got of Biggles you could tell he enjoyed being fingered also.


Now primed, ready for the onslaught he was going to get from Sam, we were
left. A couple of minutes later our trainer returned, I would say being
led by Sam. Again he headed straight for Biggles sniffing around, as I
had been. But being held back from mounting also. While this was going on
I didn't know whether to lick up my water or watch what Sam is about to
do. I didn't have to decide, the decision had been made for me. As I got
called over to squat down, as Biggles had done to watch Rusty mating with
me. God, I got so horny watching as Sam licked at Biggles butt-hole, then
helped up to mount his boy-bitch. Good job I'm wearing these mittens or
I wouldn't be able stop myself from the odd touch or two. Then to see
his stiff purple veined cock protruding from his fur sheath, sitting
ready at Biggles pussy. Claws holding onto the cover steading himself, I
watch as that stiff but thin rod of dog meat slowly made its way deep
within Biggles pussy. Soft whines of pleasure came from the receiver of
Sams blood fulled penis. Like myself Biggles was unable to do anything
but lie and take. Unable to help increase his pleasure by working his
butt against Sam. The odd little moan, the slight movement of the head
indicated Biggles was in doggy heaven. But wasn't far away from taking
that last inward thrust Sam would inevitably give. By the look of Sam's
tongue hanging out panting, dribbling over his bitch. The quick, sharp,
thrusting of his rear you could tell he was also in doggy heaven with
Biggles. Watching as he pushed himself further onto his boy-bitch. I
noticed his penis completely disappear, a sudden howl from Biggles
signalled the knotting of the dog to his bitch. Not another sound was
heard from Biggles as he knew this is part of his training. It's what he
also wants, to be used as the bitch to Sam or any dog in the future for
that matter.


Squatting there watching, my eyes going from Biggles face to what Sam was
about. As he seemed to be at a constant short, jabbing pace the whole
time. His bitch lying tied under him taking it with a look of complete
sexual happiness shining from his sweat covered face. His tongue now
hanging out panting like any dogs bitch should. A smile came over Biggles
face just as quickly, long soft moans followed. Looking back to Sam I
knew he was emptying his balls of all his dog sperm into his bitch. He
seemed to be sitting there still over Biggles, until I noticed the slight
jerking of his penis into the bitches pussy. Our trainer took a hold of
Sam's collar so he wouldn't try and slid off and pull away, still
knotted. The trainer used the same procedure as he did releasing Rusty
from my fulled pussy. After a good few minutes, I again heard the `POP'
then Sam quickly jumped to the floor. Also not caring about Biggles, but
to start cleaning himself. By the look on Biggles face I knew he was
quite satisfied to be filled with Sam's cum juice. So different to the
last time when I could hear him crying out in the other room. Mind you I
was very much the same, but now we both know and appreciate our new
statist in life.


It is now my turn to be made lick up the spillage, seeping out of Biggles
abused, boy pussy. There was a deferent and strange smell down there, as
I had my nose pushed onto it. I was wondering if mine looked the same
after Rusty had done his thing to me. Guess it must of been. Even the
thought now of licking up dogs cum didn't excite me greatly. But with my
head just held there, I had no option but put out my tongue. Touching the
fluid coming from Biggles deep red open hole slowly retracting to taste
it. No I didn't like it, or was it because I knew it was dogs cum that
made me want to turn away. So much for what I want, the hand on my head
was just held there, keeping my face over Biggles hole.
"Now come on Nancy be a good girl and lick up all this lovely delicacy
Biggles is offering you. After all he licked all you gave, didn't he." I
knew there was nothing for it, but to start licking. My head would be
held there till I did what he demanded. I tried to put it out of my mind
what I was taking in as I licked up each of Biggles legs till they were
nice and clean. Putting my mouth right over his seeping hole now to suck
out all I could. Whether it's because I'm on Biggles hole or not, but I
began to enjoy what was being fed to me. Putting my paws either side of
his thighs, holding on so I could push deep inside. Working my tongue up
trying to suck it all out at the same time. I seemed to of got myself
into a frenzy working in there. Once I knew I'd taken all he had to
offer, I knelt back just looking at his burning red open hole. My tongue
got drawn back, to lick gently and caringly over it. Hopefully relieving
any soreness he might still be suffering.


The next couple of days we were a continuation of our doggie training.
This time even included getting up onto the couch, lying on it, getting
off again. All in the same manner as a dog would do. Once we'd done it
all without to much of the cane and our trainer was satisfied. We would
spend the rest of the day with Rusty and Sam in there run. Or even now
just out walking, playing around on the grass. It was also good to be fed
out with them, the only difference Biggles and I weren't given bones to
chew on. Our rubber ones stayed in the cages to chew on at night. Also we
seemed to be a lot slower eating our mush and dog meat than were Sam and
Rusty. By now I was really getting into my life as a dog, just squatting
to urinate or do a damping. Lying next to Rusty even having him lie on me
and licking where ever he wanted. Even with Biggles now, we would play
just like dogs. As Rusty and Sam could lick themselves clean everywhere,
Biggles and I couldn't. So at times one would lie on their stomach legs
parted, while the other got down between them to lick the other nice and
clean. Often wondered what the dogs would of thought about us. When we
were relieved of our mittens etc. put into trouser to take them for their
walks. At least they couldn't talk about us, or could they in doggie
talk. Just think all the dogs around there knew they had these two
strange dogs staying with them. How embarrassing it would be to walk down
the street and a another male dog came sniffing around doggy like. Most
nights we were still given turns in being taken into the lounge to sit
watching, as our trainer dropped his trousers, then sat down legs apart.
Waiting for the call to go close by and whine, looking at him begging.
Till we got permission to get up, put our mouth over his throbbing smelly
cock and start sucking and licking for all we were worth. To take every
hot drop that got fired into our hungry mouths.


As I was to find out later it's the day before my Master came to collect
me, that Biggles and I were again given a good clean out. I guess we both
knew what we were about to be given again. Yes, soon after our enemas we
were taken back into the training room. The shock of our first mating was
now a distant memory. As we both stood looking to our trainer, both keen
to be first to get tied over the stool. This time it was Biggles turn as
he got led over, tied down and his boy pussy readied to receive Sam. So
while Sam was being colleted, I had a good sniff around Biggles greased
up butt hole. As I was doing it Biggles gave a soft fart, which drew me
to it, to lick it up tasting what came out. In doing so, I couldn't help
thinking the grease up his butt hole, had a different taste to the normal
grease my Master used. On Sam's arrival I was made sit beside and watch
as before. Straight away Sam started sniffing over Biggles butt, his
doggy dick standing out ready to go. In no time our trainer had him up
over Biggles, holding steady as he found his way to his little target
below. Things went much as the last time, even when that final push of
entry happened. Only a quiet sigh could be heard from Biggles, announcing
he's been knotted to Sam. The pain of it no longer mattered, like any
bitch I guess, you begin to enjoy it knowing what you're there for. Once
Sam had done his deed and helped release his dick. I couldn't help
looking at it, thinking how I'd love to be sucking over it, cleaning him
down there. My thoughts were quickly interrupted, by a pull on my leash.
Only this time I didn't have second thoughts about going straight in.
Out went my tongue licking over Biggles bright red opened seeping
boy-pussy. Oh! Yes, enjoying every morsel that trickled out. Not a chance
this time for any to run down his legs. No my mouth was there sucking,
licking like my life depended on it. Once the flow slowed I couldn't
help but push my tongue in his pussy deep as possible. Licking around in
there, wanting to get any last segment of Sam's cum out and into me. As
well, to also make sure Biggles is nice and clean. I could tell Biggles
was enjoying the feel of my warm wet tongue, as he wiggled his butt in
all directions. The soft moans of pleasure coming from his lips. The way
he seemed to be pushing open his butt-hole, to allow me greater access.
Noticing Biggles had discharged all of Sam's juice, the pleasure I was
now getting from just tonguing up there. Our trainer quickly pulled me
away, ordering me to Sit!!


Once Biggles had been released and given his bowl of water, it was my
turn to get restrained over the stool. I lay there, butthole greased,
keenly awaiting the arrival of Rusty. Wishing I hadn't been restrained,
as I would really love to just show our trainer and Rusty how much I want
to give myself to him freely now. Oh how things have changed since I
first arrived here. Being told I'm to be doggie trained, plus my
resistence to it. I guess that first painful whipping I got made me
realize there was no way out. Has now showed me also, I'm nothing but a
sissy slave dog. Who loves to lick up doggie cum and is now wanting to
take a dogs cock freely. In no time there was Rusty at my pussy-hole
licking eagerly, his wet nose and ruff tongue. Even the uncomfortable way
my sissy clit was placed against the stool. Still couldn't stop me from
getting an erection, as I felt Rusty's warm breath, hearing his whining
as he fought to mount me. Our trainer could hold him back no longer, as I
felt his weight over my back. His claws digging at the thick cover,
protecting me from being badly scratched. Without any further a do, I
relaxed my pussy muscles letting one very stiff doggie penis enter his
bitch. My eyes closed so to concentrate on the feel of Rusty's penis
sliding deeply up my love tunnel. Hearing our trainer edging him on
telling him what a good dog he is. Saying how Nanny enjoys being filled
with his cum. Which is also true now, and can't wait to feel hot doggie
sperm being jettisoned in coating my inside. Before discharging it into
the waiting mouth of Biggles.


I don't know how Biggles took Sam's knotting so easily, hardly a murmur
from him as it happened. Where I got quite a shock when I received
Rusty's final push, giving me all he had. I still thought he was going
to split me open, I screamed out as I had the times before. So much for
listening to Biggles soft sigh as he got knotted. Thankfully I had been
restrained or I would of finished up hitting the wall about eight feet in
front of me. In no time I'd settled down again, to enjoy having my dog
master screwing his bitch. Yes that's all I think of myself now, a sissy
slave to a human and a dog Master. Short sharp thrusts from Rusty, the
swelling of his penis, even his breathing seemed to labour. Then I felt
his hot dog sperm shoot up my tunnel filling me, satisfying my need to be
the receiver of his juice. I couldn't stop from giving soft whines of
pleasure as each squirt hit the wall of my sissy womb. My squashed up
clit was still throbbing between my legs, trying unsuccessfully to stand,
to be stroked.


As I lay there waiting for Rusty to deflate and be helped out. I started
thinking how degrading and humiliating it would be to have some stranger
arrive to see me used as a dogs bitch. To be loving it, a collar around
my neck like any controlled dog would be. In the mean time Rusty had
slipped off and now pulling against me. The restraints prevented me from
moving anywhere. I began to squeal then cry out with the pain, as Rusty
was allowed to work himself free of my pussy. I felt weak, was sure I'm
about to faint just before the trainer seemed to show some mercy towards
my agony. Holding Rusty back I felt his hand go to the point of our
connection. Soon after I got the relief, the separation came with a soft
`pop' and a push of strong smelly air via my butt-hole. Even though,
Biggles mouth was there quickly, licking gently over my batted pussy. He
didn't have long to wait till his reward started to trickle out. I could
tell he enjoyed slurping up, sucking out every morsel of doggie cum, as
much as I did his.


After resting together, but this time not allowed to play, we were fed
then put out in the run with Rusty and Sam. Who once again showed their
dominance over us, we were their Bitches.
Noticed Cindy was still kept in a separate run, guess she doesn't want
Sam or Rusty trying to get into her, to mix with Anton's sperm.


That night, once we'd been out to do our pissing. I had my little cage
forced on over a semi erect clit, my pads removed. Then into my cage for
the night. Watching to see Biggles stripped and caged like myself, but no
it didn't happen. I could only watch as he got led out, the light went
off, the door closed behind them. Guess Biggles was going to serve our
trainer again. I made myself comfortable as I waited his return. In the
meantime I drifted off to sleep, only to wake in the morning all alone.
Where was Biggles, had I slept and they went to walk the dogs. No I know
our trainer wouldn't let me sleep in like this, after all I'm a slave
and sleeping in isn't allowed. As I looked to his cage, even in this
light, the lack of his smell in the room I could tell he hadn't slept in
here over night. Did he sleep out with the dogs? No I'm sure that
wouldn't be, it would be to cold out there for him. Then it came to me,
he'd spent the night with our trainer. I started thinking of all those
things he'd be doing, yes mostly of getting fucked again by our trainer
with his rough hairy cock. Lying there still thinking of Biggles and the
trainer together, wondering if I'll be spending a night with him. My
middle finger down stroking over, sliding up my opened itchy pussy. The
pressure started increasing on my enclosed clit, I had got to the point
where I didn't care. Two fingers now playing on pussy, wishing I had
Rusty keeping me company right now. Just then the door opened, the light
came on, our trainer entered with Biggles on his leash at his side. I
quickly withdrew the two fingers, sat up whining, trying to indicate I'd
missed having Biggles company all night.


After telling Biggles to `stay' the trainer came opened my cage, put
the collar back on me and led me to a bowl he brought in. Telling me to
squat over it, I knew what he meant. In the meantime Biggles got relieved
of his mittens and booties. I was wondering if he had to spend the night
in them, it must of been uncomfortable if he did. And I do think he had
by the way he wiggled his fingers and feet when freed of those sweaty
leather coverings. Then it was on with his boilersuit ready to take the
dogs for their walk. Once I'd finished at the bowl and making a mess all
around it. I was given a few hard slaps across the backside, then my nose
rubbed in it. To add insult to injury I had to lie in it, my paws and
feet were tied together so I couldn't move away. The bowl placed right
at my nose. "Now you can stay there while we take the dogs for there
walk." With that I was left alone, the door closed and even locked behind
them. As it turned out that was the last I was to see of Biggles. The
smell of my own urine was not the most pleasant of places to have ones
nose at. I tried wiggling away, but the way I'd been tied prevented any
movement. My face right at the bowl also gave me second thoughts in case
I knocked it causing more to spell out. My whole body seemed to go numb
as I lay waiting there waiting the return of our trainer and biggles.
Sometime later, I'm not sure how long, but I could hear they were back
from walking the dogs. Our trainer came in released my tied up body, then
gave me a bowl of mush for my breakfast. Thankfully he took the bowl I'd
pissed in away, I also noticed he took Biggles mittens etc with him.


I finished eating then went and lay back in my cage, as it was more
comfortable than just the wooden floor. No sooner had I settled in when
it was time to be taken for my bath. To my surprise it was also a hot
bath, my hair at long last was taken out of the hairnet and let fall.
"Now you can clean yourself today, but don't take to long about it." was
all he said. What is going to happen, why am I washing myself. Wonder if
me is doing something with Biggles, as he left me to get on with my own
was bathing. I didn't care at least I can have a nice soaping up and
even wash my hair again. Just wish I had shampoo and conditioner, but at
least it'll be clean. Lying there relaxed, savouring the moment of
washing myself, when the trainer returned. Telling me to get out, I'd
been lone enough. What else could I do but jump out, then given a thin
well used towel to dry myself with. Well it got most of the water off me,
my hair could of done with a lot more, but he did give me a comb to use.
Once satisfied my collar went back on, then the mittens, booties,
kneepads, the leash connected to my collar. I was now taken back to my
cage, my hair hanging free to dry out by itself. There I stayed alone,
but wondering where was Biggles now. Is he back out with Sam and Rusty,
as I can't even hear him. To think when I first arrived here and heard
my Master being told about this boy wanting to be trained to live and be
treated just as a dog. How strange I thought me must be. Here I am now
thinking of myself as one, missing Biggles not as a boy to play with, but
more as a dog. Thinking of him now out in the dogs run, interacting with
Sam and Rusty. Wishing I could be out there with them, with Rusty as his
bitch. But no I'm to be kept separated from them. What of Biggles is he
also kept somewhere else, only if I could ask our trainer.


All was soon to be revealed, as I heard a car arriving, then the doorbell
rang. Has Biggles Master come to take him home, or is it my Master come
to collect me. It wasn't long till I heard voices outside. Oh how I wish
I knew what is happening. Biggles is missing, now visitors out by the
kennels. Wonder if something has happened to Cindy and he's had to get
the vet for her. All went quiet, so I lay down again playing with my
bone. Something I really hate, but it took my mind of what is going on
outside. All of a sudden the door opened, in walked the trainer followed
by my two Masters. Quickly I dropped the bone, knelt up whining then
barking to try and show how pleased I was to see them again. The thought
that I'm about to be taken home again. Surprisingly made me whine even
more like a dog, with the excitement of it. Then my Masters squatted down
in front of the cage asking if I'd been a good bitch, what could I do
but give a soft bark looking at then trying to indicate I have been.
Master put his hand on the cage, straight away I was there licking it
like you would a lollipop.
"Has Nancy missed her Masters," he asked.
I just kept licking on his hand till he removed it, so the cage door
could be opened. In no time I was out licking at his feet, then over
doing the same to Sir's feet, back to Master's I was just so happy to
see them again. I knelt up in front of Master barking, whining, licking
up his trouser leg. The same time he began scratching my head just as you
would a dog, asking if I've enjoyed my training. I didn't quite know
how to answer, so just gave a soft whine. Putting my paws around Masters
waist, resting my head lovingly on his stomach. Hopefully showing how
happy I am to see them again.


After being led back into the same room I was taken when I first brought
here. I had to stay kneeling just inside the door, while my Masters and
the trainer sat to talk about my stay. It was rather embarrassing hearing
them being told how I loved being mated with Rusty. That I also loved
eating doggie cum straight from Biggles arse after Sam had given him his
load. They were told about my punishment to break me in, how I loved
being out in the run with real dogs. Yes they now know everything about
my stay, how I'm now just a docile bitch as well as an obedient sissy
slave. Master put his hand down to beckon me to him, saying "Nanny, come
to Master," just the way you would a real dog. In no time I was up on all
fours heading straight to Masters side. Looking up to him in a pleading
way hoping this is the end of my dogs life. His hands went either side of
my head, rubbing lightly over my ears, as he asked.
"Would you like to come home with your Masters or stay here a little
longer with your trainer and the other dogs."
My head went from one to the other, not knowing whether I could speak or
not. Then Master said, "Come on tell me or you'll be staying here."
Quickly I said "No! Please Master, I want to go home with you Master."
just then I realized those were the first words I'd spoken since that
first day. It felt and sounded so strange to be speaking again. I
couldn't help but drop my head on Masters lap to cry, knowing it's all
over now. At last no more barking or whining like a dog, I'll be able to
answer Master by speaking.


Once I settled down Master untied the mittens, as he was doing that Sir
got down taking off my booties. Then the restraining straps came off my
legs, followed by the knee pads. The dog collar came off, even thou it
said `Nanny' it wasn't any longer. At last I am free again, [well from
a dogs life anyway] as Master told me to stand up. Yes stand up just on
my two feet and it wasn't to take the dogs for there walk. No this is
like a normal person, it felt really good as I realized my days as a dog
were at an end. I hadn't noticed till now, but the trainer had left the
room. Returning with the box containing the clothes stripped from me all
those days ago. Even thou they'd been boxed away, so were creased and
smelt a little. I was just so pleased to put them on again, to feel the
movement of the silicon boobs under my bra. Unfortunately there is no
make up or deodorant to put on. Standing there before my Masters just
touching over these pretty clothes again. The soft, silky feel of them
against my hairless body, knowing I shouldn't be doing this, but
couldn't help myself.
"Put your hands to your side and kneel down," Master ordered.
As I knelt before him with head bowed, my slave collar was fastened back
around my neck, with the leash hanging from it.
"Now stand and lift your dress, petticoat."
In doing so displaying my panties, only to have them pulled down around
my knees. For some strange reason I thought Master was about to milk me.
How wrong I was, only to have the chastity belt returned. Putting my clit
off limits for any little touching I might try to sneak on the way home.
Panties back up, then it was on with the shoes before ordered to go stand
in the far corner with legs apart, hands behind my bowled head. After all
these days on my knees, to be standing still again in high heels was
agony. All those relaxed muscles now being stretched tort and aching. As
I stood listening to them talking and laughing about the wonderful time
they had in Frankfurt. Oh how I wished I'd been with them, instead of
being here, getting doggie training. I was ever so pleased when Master
said we better get going.


How happy I was when Sir came took my leash, "Come" was all he said
jerking on the leash, leading me towards the door. Once out at the car, I
watched as Master and Sir both hugged and kissed my trainer saying
"thanks a lot `Steve' for looking after this." Then I was told to thank
him for my training, which I did. Plus I asked if I could say goodbye to
Biggles, my request got declined. As it might upset Biggles, he's happy
out with Sam, then to see me leaving and wearing a dress. Master opened
the rear door, telling me to get in. The ride home was in silence on my
part.


Arriving home so far away from the life of a dog, felt wonderful once
again. Seems my Masters came to get me before going home. As I now had to
unpack the car, taking there bags upstairs. My life was now back to that
of a slave, sorting out and doing there washing etc. The one thing to
remain the same was at meal time, my bowl of mush and dog meat were eaten
of the floor. Sitting next to a bowl of water for afters. Looking into my
room, Oh how inviting it looked. Can't waiting for tonight to come, so I
can again wear a nighty and sleep in a bed. Unless Master now has other
ideas, like down to the dungeon, putting me in the cage to sleep.


It was a Saturday night a few weeks later, my Masters took me to a
gathering of there S&M friends. Who should be there none other than Steve
my dog trainer. All went well till it was Showtime. That's when some of
the slaves present are made perform in front of the Masters. Whether it
be getting a well deserved whipping, being tied down and raped by whoever
wants to screw you. But this night I was first to be put on show. Master
made me strip naked, get down on all fours and bark then sniff and lick
over all the masters feet. Suddenly I finished at the feet of my doggie
trainer, who in turn was holding Rusty my his leash. I just stopped dead,
looking up to him. Thinking no, he's not going to have me do what I'm
thinking. But yes he was, clipping a leash to my collar, then pulling me
towards the centre of the room. Where I had not long before stood to
strip, now a small coffee table sat, ready to have me tied over it. The
embarrassment as I could hear the masters mocking me, telling me what
sort of puppies they wanted and more. I could do nothing but let the
trainer pull me over and restrain my paws to the table legs. After his
greased finger did its thing up my rear, a blanket went over my back. All
seemed to go quiet as Rusty was now licking, sniffing around my greased
smelly hole. In no time he was helped up over my back, his claws grasping
hold of the blanket. Given a little help from Steve the target for his
penis was found. With great ease his cock just slid in, again Rusty had
his bitch working himself in and out in short jerky thrusts. Even knowing
what was to happen, still came as a shock when he pushed hard. We are now
knotted causing me to just scream out. Whining and taking deep breathes
as I did was of little help, I knew I had to stay while Rusty kept
jerking with short quick strokes. Looking around through watery eyes, I
could see smiling faces with all eyes on me. Rusty started breathing
deeper, his tongue I could tell was hanging out dropping his saliva over
the blanket. By the swelling of his penis and balls I knew I was about to
be given his load of doggie sperm. Then with a soft whining, a sudden
push deep into me his juice started flowing. Shooting volleys of
beautiful hot dog cum, coating the walls of my sissy womb. Again showing
who is but a dogs Bitch. Once he had finished Steve helped ease Rusty out
telling him what a good boy he is. As my mind came back to earth. I
noticed all the applause for Rusty from those watching, with it the
laughter and name calling towards me. As something that could only be
treaded as a dogs bitch from now on.


I didn't have Biggles with me now to lick out my pussy. Instead Master
inserted a Tampon preventing any leakage. Once I was released my
humiliation continued, as I had to stay on all fours. Given a bowl of
water, then that rubber dogs bone was dropped in front of me to play
with. For the rest of the night I had to stay with Rusty, have the little
string pulled at. Also taken outside to piss just like the bitch I am.
Odd bits of food got dropped in front of Rusty, but as I'm only a slave
there was nothing for me. Just had to watch as Rusty ate happily.


This is where I'll come to the end, hope you have enjoyed it. Remember
it is only Fantasy nothing like this has ever happened to me or anybody I
know or ever will. Would love to hear any commence from you. I will reply
to all. Matthew < femboynz@yahoo.com >