Date: Thu, 19 May 2022 20:35:08 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ash Eater <locked_london@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wanted dog walker ch 64

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Master gave me a look, he was sat in his garden it was a warm evenIng, and
the early summer sun was beginning to set. From my kneeling position I was
fixated on the glowing embers which ignited each time he drew on the thick
cigar that was in his mouth. I watched was the length of ash slowly got
longer.

He was on the phone.

I was close enough that the scent of the smoke had already taken me into
that specific space of total submission all I wanted was to inhale the
smoke and taste the ash. Master's look meant I was allowed to get
closer. The smoke burned my eyes, but my instinctive guttural response was
to push my head forward so I would get engulfed by the next cloud.

"Come here Boy" I crawled over towards him, I had done this so often that
now the gravel path that was under my knees barely registered as I did
so. His dick was hard, and getting harder as he stroked it. "Want this Boy"
I nodded. As I reached him he tapped the side of his leg with his hand. I
began to lick his leather trousers. After a few minutes he spoke. "Up" I
lifted my head There was now a good head of ash on the end of the cigar. I
opened my mouth . He leaned forward and spat. "Get it nice and wet Boy". I
tried to create as much saliva as possible knowing what was to come. When I
thought I'd succeed I opened my mouth and looked up at him. He reached
across, and looking me in the eye placed the ball of ash on my tongue.

"Yeah, it's just sitting there waiting for me to give it permission to
swallow" A laugh came from the other end . A familiar laugh. "Swallow" I
closed my mouth and swirled it around . Master clicked his fingers towards
the bowl that was on the floor besides his chair. "Cold piss, two day old
piss" Master had decided a week earlier after I had spat out some of his
fresh piss that until he decided otherwise the only piss I had access to
was cold and stale. He laughed whenever he filled a water bottle, knowing
that I was eager to drink it straight from the source. "Not yet" he would
say as I whined and looked at him longingly.

I took two mouthfuls. He then reached and grabbed my collar. He looked down
his cock was as hard as it would ever get. The head shone from the leaking
precum. Some spit hit it. Without saying a word I took it in my mouth and
began to worship. Master forced my head into his crotch, making me choke
and gag. The voice at the other side of the phone conversation laughed. " I
had no idea how long my worship of Master's cock lasted for but he tapped
my head, there was more ash. I leant back and opened my mouth, this time I
squirmed slightly as the heat of the ash hit my tongue. Master smiled as he
closed my mouth and missed me on the forehead. "Good Boy. Now get to the
boots"

I bent down ad started to lick Master's boots. This was the first time he
had worn this pair since a few weekends ago when he had , had them cleaned
by a willing bootblack, who he paid by subjecting him to a thirty minute
flogging session. As I arched my back to make sure I was able to pay proper
attention to the shaft of the boot he moved forward to make sure that the
tail shaped butt plug was securely in place. As he did so I could hear the
faint bark of a dog in the background of the caller.

"Looks as if your Boy need's attention. I suppose I should let you go. It's
been good talking to you."  The voice at the other end raised his voice
"Yes, I'm expecting a visitor shortly. Let's see how this one turns
out. Goodnight Boy, goodnight Phil."

Master ended the call with "Night Boy Night Kyle"

Master flicked some ash on to his boot. "I think I made the right choice on
which Boy I wanted here. Don't you? Happy Anniversary. It's been a year."
Master added some spit to the boot. A year? Was it really a year since I
had in a matter of minutes stopped being Master Kyle's property and become
Master Phil's dog slave. A year where I had barely left the confines of
Master's house and extensive garden. My long term memory was now with some
exceptions tried , and it was sometimes difficult to remember what had
happened the week before. Most days were similar to each other. Waking in
my dog basket in Master's kitchen waiting for him to come in, licking his
boots, eating his cigar ash and running round his garden. It was over a
year since I last had a proper human meal. Ash, cum and piss were provided
daily, unless I had misbehaved. Master also made sure that as well as my
throat my butthole was also well taken care of. After years of having a
tight hole it now took his thick dick without any problem and the size of
the buttplug tail that I was expected to wear for much of the day was four
times the size of the one that I wore originally. He regularly said that
he'd have to replace the dick with his fist.

As I licked the boots I recalled the last few months of life with Master
Kyle. They were as great as that first day when I returned from the park
with Boy and told him that I was ready to be his slave and obey his every
order. I made sure that he was proud of me, the house was kept spotless, I
made sure mu mouth and throat were ready for his dick whenever required,
and overnight I was ready for a punishment be it a flogging, a belting or a
series of hard spanks across my butt. At weekends I would be made available
for whoever wanted to use me in the local leather and sex clubs, my
presence apparently promoted by my Scruff and Recon profiles. Profiles I
had long ceased to have access to but were maintained by Master for this
very purpose. He would seek out feedback. If it was less than satisfactory
I'd be punished. Once when it was reported that I used my teeth too much
when giving a blow job, he took the decision that I had to be trained to
stop it happening again. He spent an hour a night over three succeeded days
fucking my throat with the longest dildo in his collection, battering my
tonsils and stretching my gag reflex to failure, i'd go to bed each night
blinded my the spew that I brought up through out the session. My teeth
were never again an issue.

Sir Phil came and stayed twice during that period and brought Boy the dog
with him. I noticed that on each occasion that Master was much happier ,
but also that when he left he was much sadder. It was clear that Master
missed Boy, and Boy also missed Master. It was then I took the decision to
make a change that I hoped would make Master Kyle happy. I had prepared
Master's dinner, and rather than place some of the same food in my bow
which was beside him on the floor. I reached into the food cupboard and
took out a tin of dogwood, I opened nit and placed the contents in the
bowl. Although I wanted to gag I managed to eat it all. Since then other
than the occasional morsel given as a treat my meals have consisted of
nothing but dog food,

It was around this time I stopped talking, the only sound I made was a
woof, or something else that sounded like a dog barking Even when Master
Kyle entertained, his guests once the got over tier bemusement got used to
the next stage of my transformation. Sir Mike one day brought over a puppy
hood, and a few days later a new tail snapped butt plug. By the end of the
night I was no longer a slave but a dogslave. It was however clear that Sir
still missed Boy.

One weekend Sir Phil as I still then knew him came to stay bring Boy the
dog with him. On both Friday and Saturday Master Kyle stayed in whilst I
accompanied Sir Phil to East London. He wasn't drinking so we would
drive. On both nights we were close enough to the bar for me to walk on all
fours, in boots, a pair of leather shorts my tail and hood. The fear of
being discovered far less than the fear of standing and walking and risking
reverting to being just a slave again. On both night's I was well used,
Master Kyle having made people on Recon aware. If I wasn't serving a Man
individually I was surrounded by them, a mass of leather towering over me,
waiting to be called on to eat ash, from a cigar or off the floor. "It's
like an excitable puppy" By the time I crawled back into the car for the
journey home in the early hours of Sunday I was a happy of tired dogslave.


The next morning Boy and I were in the kitchen as our owners ate
breakfast. Boy was spoiled with tasty treats, my breakfast was a bowl of
dog-food, topped with the ask from Master Kyle's cigar the night
before. "Want some piss Boy?" Sir Phil asked , I yelled and opened my mouth
ready. I always said yes when offered, as I feared that one day as I sunk
deeper into the status of dogslave such delights would be denied me.

An hour or so later we were all four off us outside walking. Both Men had
decided that I would have to stand, but I was still prohibited from
talking, and the tail plug had been replaced by a standard one. I'd been
warned that if it slipped out I would have to face the
consequence. Thankfully for the two hours that we were out it stayed in
place. Master Kyle and Sir Phil were deep in conversation throughout those
two hours, I was more or less ignored, unable as I was to run up to them
and get my head rubbed, unlike Boy the Dog. As I turned to look at them I
saw that they were both looking serious, and whatever they had agreed was
signed off by a firm handshake.

Back at the house they had some tea, I was fed some cake from the hands of
both, men.  "I think it's time we went. It's going to be a long day for it
otherwise" Phil and Kyle usually decide Boy the Dog as him , so I assumed
that this was a slip of the tongue, having been co infused by the presence
of both of us over the last couple of days.

"I understand. Ready to go Boy?" As Master Kyle asked that he reached
towards me and patted my head. He pulled at the chain around my neck, and
without warning opened the padlock, and removed, it. I whimpered . What did
this mean? "Here Boy" Phil said calmly with a quiet authority. I approached
him. "Put you head up and look at me" I obeyed. As I did I felt something
around my neck, unlike the steel that had just gone this was leather. "Good
Dog. I'm your Master now"

As the memory of the last time I saw Master Kyle faded, a ball of spit fell
on the boot. "You've not answered me. DO you think I made the right choice,
when deciding which Boy to take home?"

"Woof' I replied, before returning to licking Master Phil's boot, knowing
before the end of the night I'd have swallowed more cum and ash than a dog
like me deserved, and I hoped fresh warm piss.


Epilogue

Back in London. Kyle opened the door, He was wearing full leathers. In
front of him a young man in his late twenties. "Yes"

"Hi Are you "Mr Stephens ? I'm James, I've come about the advert for a dog
walker"

"Come in Jimmy, you're in the right place. "

He opened the door wide and ushered the young man in. "Boy's down in the
kitchen walk towards the barking. the name's Kyle, but you can call me Sir"

Kyle sensed a change in the way that the young man walked."I'll give this
one two weeks before he surrenders." He thought as he followed him and took
out a cigar.