Date: Mon, 2 Aug 2021 18:46:42 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ash Eater <locked_london@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wanted Dog Walker c 36

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Although the daily physical punishments for daring to wank had ceased I was
still forced to spend my days in what was becoming my prison cell.

After three days I now had a welt under my nipple where Master had stubbed
out his cigar, sleep through this period was disjointed at best as whenever
I turned on my front I would be wake as the burn scar made contact with the
mattress, but I was also finding myself touching it repeatedly, hoping that
I may have acquired the first of my permanent marks as Master's property.

"Christ, it stinks in here". Master walked in unexpectedly. I had I thought
become attuned to his footsteps but on this occasion I had buried my face
into the mattress trying to inhale his piss I quickly got on to my knees,
my head down. "Stale piss, and shit, I bet you love it don't you" Master
lifted the container holding three days of shit. I was for the first time
scared that he was going to introduce scat into my life.

He turned round holding the container and left me there, alone. I breathed
a sigh of relief. Master shouted from the hallway, "Go and get showered,
then join me for breakfast" Those last four words shot through me, I was
going to be allowed to eat in the same room as Master for the first time in
weeks. I hurried up stairs and water was still dripping off me when I knelt
besides him on the kitchen floor.

"This has been a while hasn't; IT" Master said his mouth half full of
toast. He beckoned me towards him , without being told I opened my mouth
and caught the half chewed bread in my mouth. I swallowed "Thank you
Master" "Hungry?" I nodded , after a diet of mostly porridge for the last
few weeks I hoped that I'd be treated to something nice."You know the
rule. Check Boy's bowl" I crawled over to the other side of the kitchen. My
heart sank, there was at least three mouthfuls of dog food left."Let's
see?" I picked the bowl up and shuffled back besides him "I might not have
to feed you after all, there's enough there to see you through the day."

"I felt the tears burn" Could I even eat half a mouthful. "Get on with it"
Master placed the bowl on the floor, and then forced my head towards it, I
dry heaved, and was tempted to beg for a reprieve, but Masters grip on the
back of my neck forced my closer, I suck out my tongue, I touched one of
the meat nuggets. "Eat or starve" I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and
took a mouthful, swallowing it immediately. "One down, one to go, this time
chew, hit the floor when it's in your mouth": He pushed my face in further,
I took the second morsel into my mouth, I tapped the floor with a lack of
enthusiasm. Master pulled me up by the collar. I had started two chew, the
taste and texture was disgusting, "Stop chewing, and open" Master laughed,
as I knelt there , my mouth open with half chewed dogwood filling my
mouth. He laughed "Ok, swallow" In its near liquified form it slid down my
throat. It was horrid. Master handed me a glass of water, for the first
time in ages I was not disappointed by the fact that it wasn't his piss. It
took another five minutes before the bowl was empty, and another two before
I had licked it clean to Master's satisfaction.

"Still hungry?"My appetite was almost non existent but I was desperate for
proper food. "Yes Master" He handed me a plate, on it was a bacon
sandwich. Proper food. "Take it" he said sensing my hesitation I took the
plate and picked up the sandwich, I took a mouthful. "Thank You Master" I
said with a fleck of bread falling on the floor.

"Make the most of that I'm not too sure I approve of you eating with your
hands"

"Do you know what day it is? " I realised that I didn't. "It's Friday the
weekend has begun, and this stage of your training has ended". I looked at
Master confused. "Where's your room? " I hesitantly pointed to where I had
spent the last whatever many days. "Not anymore" Master stood up "follow
me."

I crawled after him as he climbed the stairs, I was hesitant about he had
next planned for me since declaring myself his slave I had slept in his
garden shed, outside exposed to the elements and for the last month I had
been for the most part confined to a semi dark room and a piss soaked
mattress. I followed him into his room. At the foot of his bed , on the
floor a duvet, and two pillows. "From now on that's where you sleep,
unless, you fuck up majorly, and its back to the pissy mattress"

"What do you say?" Without thinking I got on my knees, and grabbed Master
by both legs, hugging him I gently said" Thank You Master" I felt his hand
rub my head "Good slave" I heard the familiar sound of a trouser zip. "I
think you deserve a treat" He pushed my head back I watched as he pulled
out his dick, I opened my mouth and expected him to insert it and start to
piss. "Hey, get to it. I hate cliches , but this is not going to suck
itself"

I cautiously took it in my mouth and began to suck, as I did it got longer
and thicker, soon Master took control of the pace and my on gentle slow
strokes were replaced by short deep ones, I was starting to gag and catchy
breath , as my mouth filed with saliva. But finally being used again
sexually by Master even if I was little more than a human fleshlight was
making my heart leap in happiness. I was starting to think that I was going
to be confined to that piss soaked mattress for years, ignored except for
the occasional beating. I was so caught upon my feelings that I hadn't
fully realised that Master had cum inside me and had released his grip and
removed his dick. "Are you going you that or not" He said looking down at
me a huge smile on his face

"Sorry Master" the cum slid down, I savoured every drop of it. Bending down
I kissed his boots. I had no idea when I would next be allowed to suck him,
or taste is cum again. "That's enough" You have some clothes over
there. Get dressed, we're going out. Boy needs his walk.

After weeks of being naked, or as a rubber gimp wearing normal clothes
against my skin felt weird. When I finished I stood head bowed with my
hands behind my back waiting for Master to inspect me. "You look almost
human, one problem, how are people being to know what you really are?"
Master looked at me for a couple of minutes, and looked in drawer. " Take
that t shirt off , and put this on" He held up a black T-shirt on it in
white SLAVE in large bold lettering. "There, and make sure that my chain is
on show. Pulling on the t shirt I realised that he had described the chain
around my neck as his, he was emphasising that I was his property.

We were back down in the lounge. Master was putting on his boots, I was
resisting the urge to worship them. "Do you remember how to walk?" Before I
had a chance to answer there was a knock on the door." Get that" I went to
the door , and opened it. Dan was standing there.

"Good timing, I'm taking it out for a walk"

"Say hello to Sir Dan" I got down on my knees , Dan was wearing dusty work
boots, rather than kiss them, I felt compelled to lick the toe caps, a
later of dust coated my ounce, a sheen of saliva coated his boots.

"Where Daz?" "You mean Bitch, Daz sounded too wrong for what I'm turning
him into, he seems to answer to the new name quite well though"

"Slaves do, I could call this thing shitywank stain, and it would accept it
, wouldn't you?" I raised myself off of the boots, my look at Master an
indication that he was correct.

"Let your self out if you finish before I'm back" "Thanks mate"

"Get out then" For the first time in weeks I was walking alone a pavement
in clothes. Clean clothes. Boy was running ahead. Both of us it was obvious
were pleased to be out of the house, and I could fully understand his
happiness at being freed from the control of the dog lead.

In the park Master threw a stick for Boy "Fetch," Master took a ball out of
his pocket, threw it in the opposite direction. "Now you fetch" I looked at
him, "That's an order" Having being confined to the house for most of the
past couple of months if not more running was almost an alien concept and
it was a struggle. I picked it up and returned it to Master, who
immediately threw it again"Faster this time" By the time he had repeated
this another six times I was struggling to even run, and was seriously out
of breath.

"Am I going to have to put you down"? He took out his phone , and dialled a
number, he walked away pointing to a park bench and indicated that I was to
kneel beside it. Boy ran over and started to lick my face. I was struggling
to control him when Master returned, he placed his foot on the bench ,
depositing a huge ball of spit. As I was licking it off he finished the
call, Ok, see you at 4.pm.

He clapped his hands , I looked up and he let another ball of spit fall on
the ground below him he raise his eyebrow, an indication that even that had
to be licked up. "Fancy lunch in town

Forty minutes or so later we were parking Master's car outside his
office. The weeks I had spent there as an employee of the man I then knew
as Sir , was almost a distant memory, had it even been real? I had been
allowed to sit in the front seat, which pleased me as I was able to stare
and Master groin as he drove.

I silently followed Master, and Boy as we walked towards Old Compton
Street.

"When was the last time you ate with a knife and fork? Do you remember how
to?" I admitted to myself that iI was quite apprehensive of a myself with
such a rudimentary human behaviour.

We took a seat outside on the pavement. Master reached over the table and
readjusted the chain to ensure it was on full view. The waiter totally
ignored me and asked Master what we were having, Master pointed at the menu
, it will have that and that, I'l have some soup and a steak,

The waiter gave me a snide grin, "Certainly Sir, water for the dog?" Master
looked at me , then realised that waiter was taking about Boy. "Please, and
for It too, I'll have a glass of red" The waiter left

"Crawl under the table" I looked around hesitantly. "Under the table" His
voice became sterner. I knew not to hesitate any further. When I asunder he
handed me an empty glass, I then watched as he unzipped and pulled out his
dick. He inserted it into the glass" "Hold it" I held on to the glass and
watched as Master withdrew the foreskin, and started to piss. The glass got
increasingly full and I wondered if it would over flow. He stopped just in
time. He took hold of the glass and placed it on the table in front of me ,
He dick was however still visible I reached over and gently sucked away the
remaining drops, before he ordered me to take my seat.

The waiter was checking that Master liked the wine. "Good, but not as good
as this stuff eh?" He said pointing the glass of anger liquid that stood in
front of me.

We ate our meal silently, Master had ordered a starter of pate and toast
for my starter, a risotto for my main. The former testing not only my
ability to handle cutlery, I was fighting against the instinct to eat the
rice directly from the bowl.

"Desert and anything else to drink?" asked the waiter, "Apple tart for me,
that risotto was enough for it , and another wine please" "Would it like
some more to drink I can provide some if necessary"

"Sure, you are very kind" Ten minutes later a glass of warm dark piss was
placed before me.  "What do you say?" "Thank you Sir" The waiter turned
round to leave, when Master stood , and whispered in his ear. He picked up
the glass and spat in it. "Extra flavouring, thank you "

I sipped my glass slowly, as Master finished his meal

Time to go, Master called the waiter over, paid the bill, "send me your
details, I'm sure you'll have fun using it "Definitely, after serving rude
bastards all day I like to let my frustrations out on a sub now and then "

Twenty minutes later, we were walking towards Regent's Park, we turned into
o a side street, and Master rang the door bell, the door opened and we were
in a reception area. "Hello Sir, good to see you again" "Hello Jim" A man
in his fifties cam round from his desk and fell on his knees and kissed
Master's boots. As he stood he spoke again " Dr Phillip won't be long ,
please take a seat. Hello Boy. Your'e looking well" He patted Boy. He made
no effort to engage me whatsoever.

Master sat down Boy on the floor on be side, me on the floor on the
other. Five minutes or so later a door opened, a bear of a man in his early
forties who I assumed to be Dr Phillip stood there, in a white Doctors
jacket . "Kyle, how are you, it's been at least a year, come in"

Master stood up, looking at Boy, "Stay" looking at me "Follow me" I crawled
after him and entered the room.

Master and the Doctor gave each other a long lingering kiss. "So what do we
have here?" "My latest acquisition, I decided it's time that it had its
first proper examination." "Excellent, without looking at me the Doctor
patted an examination bench, "strip and get up here,"As he turned he
snapped on a pair of blue latex gloves. his mouth transformed from a stern
start to a wide grin and back