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The Dog Slave

I was half asleep on my blanket when I heard her car pull into the driveway.
 Shaking myself awake I crawled over towards the door until my lead pulled taut
 and prevented any further progress.  My nose should have been pressed to the
 window in anticipation of Mistress returning home from work; I hoped  she
 would overlook my failure.  I knelt in expectation as I heard her unlock the
 door.

"Good doggie," she said, setting down her briefcase and smiling down at me,
 "Now, heel boy."

As she had painstakingly trained me, I scampered on my hands and knees to her
 side, and pushed my nose down to her expensively shod feet.  I knew better
 than to let my face touch her nylons or her high heeled shoes without
 permission, and remembered in time to raise my naked butt and wag it, like an
 excited puppy.  This delighted my Mistress, and she ruffled my head
 affectionately as she unlocked my leash from the metal ring set into the
 floor.  "Follow me, Scamp."

Freed for the first time since Mistress left for work that morning I followed
 her into the kitchen, where she opened the food cupboard and removed a can of
 cheap stew, which she began to open.  This was spooned into my dog-dish and
 placed on the floor.  I immediately lowered my head and began to gobble up the
 cold meat, still enthusiastically shaking my butt as I remembered her threat -
 that she would start to serve me real dog food if I didnít show more
 appreciation for my cold stew.

Mistress then placed another bowl, this time of water, next to my supper and
 strolled into the living room to fix herself a drink.  I had such a kind
 Mistress, I thought, to look to her petís needs before her own.

When I had finished my meal - my first since my cold breakfast that morning - I
 crawled through to join her in the living room.  She was sitting down reading
 the evening newspaper, nibbling on a bowl of peanuts and sipping at her gin
 and tonic, unwinding from her hard day at the office.  For a moment I had a
 pang of extreme jealously - this used to be my life, I thought, before she had
 taken it away.  However, the feeling passed, and was replaced with sadness as
 I realized that my beloved Mistress had no time for me at present.  Feeling
 lonely, I settled myself down at her feet, having to be content to merely be
 in her presence.

However, when I looked up, my eyes fixed on my Mistressís long legs, elegantly
 crossed, and I could feel my penis stir beneath me.  Oh, no, I thought, I dare
 not let my Mistress catch me like this.  Then I noticed the darker band of her
 stocking top peeking out just under the hem of her skirt, and my cock began to
 take shape and seriously harden.  The restrainer she had me wear around my
 balls and the base of my penis allowed erections - she enjoyed seeing my
 arousal, and punishing me for it - but prevented me playing "doggie games"
 whilst left unattended.  It also caused me considerable discomfort when I
 tried to become erect, and again, Mistress seemed to enjoy teasing me to add
 to my discomfort.  As I hadnít cum for over a week I knew I was fighting a
 losing battle.  I remained on my belly at my Mistressís feet, unable to tear
 my eyes away from her stocking top.

"My, my Scamp.  What do you find so fascinating?"  Mistress had caught me
 looking.  "Up, boy, Iíve something here for you."

I reluctantly raised myself to my hands and knees again and looked up into her
 smiling face.  She was holding out a doggie biscuit, and I knew with a sinking
 heart what was coming.

"Beg for it, Scamp."

Refusal was out of the question.  I raised myself on my knees before her, hands
 under my chin in the classic "begging" position, and made small, whimpering
 noises in my throat.  I forced my tongue out, and, giggling, Mistress placed
 the disgusting snack on my tongue.  I ate it up.

"And what have we here, boy?  A nasty, hard cock?  Doesnít my doggie know
 better than that?"

I continued to gaze into her gorgeous eyes as they twinkled their amusement at
 me.

"Iím going to have to teach my bad doggie another lesson, arenít I, Scamp."

Standing, Mistress walked over to collect my punishment paddle.  I briefly
 admired her swaying bottom beneath her tight skirt before I lowered my nose to
 the carpet and raised my butt in the air.  Christ, I was still sore from last
 night.

WHACK!   WHACK!   WHACK!

The paddle fell on my exposed ass with cruel precision.  Mistress was by now an
 expert, and I struggled to keep my ass high and steady for her.  I knew she
 would continue until my erection had subsided.  I began to softly howl like a
 beaten puppy.

"Now remember, doggie," she lectured me sternly when it was finally over,
 "Erections mean punishment."

I looked up at her with tears in my eyes.  She was slightly flushed with the
 excitement of beating me, and  she was, oh, so beautiful; it was impossible to
 hide my lust for her.  I longed to be able to kiss her, to hold her in my arms
 like a normal man, to fuck her sumptuous body, but she was not interested in
 me as a man.  She had lovers, male and female, who provided her with sexual
 pleasures.  I was merely a dog to her, a pleasant, obedient and attentive pet,
 who provided her with perverse amusement and delicious revenge.

Once, long ago it seemed, she had merely been my sister-in-law, my wifeís
 younger and very sexy sister.  From the moment she had first set eyes on me
 she had disliked me, and had really began to resent me after the marriage when
 her father gave me an important position in his Company.  I had not helped
 matters by making a clumsy pass at her during a family Christmas get-together,
 and it seemed she had started taking a keen interest in my life shortly
 afterwards.  Blissfully unaware, and very foolishly, I had called her a
 "spoilt brat" and relations between us had soured even further.  She had
 doubtlessly been delighted to discover my philandering nature, and my
 "adjusting" of the Companyís accounts to pay for my lavish lifestyle and many
 indiscretions.  She had taken her revenge by using her influence to slowly
 turn her sister against me, and after being presented with the proof of my
 infidelities Laura, my wife, had thrown me out of her home and her life,
 intent on divorce.  Carol had then played her trump card and confronted me
 with the evidence of my embezzlement, promising to reveal all to her father
 unless I became her full-time slave.  I knew her father was the sort who could
 have me badly beaten, or even killed, but even if I lived Iíd not only be
 ruined but would also be facing a very long jail sentence.  There was really
 no choice, and I had to resign and move in with Carol to begin my training.  I
 had taken what I had initially thought was the soft option.  I wondered, not
 for the first time, how big a mistake I had made.

Mistress left me crying, limp-dicked, in the living room and went into her
 bedroom to change.  Cruelly, she left her bedroom door ajar, so I could see
 her as she undressed.  I desperately wanted to tear my eyes away, to go into
 my corner and curl up in my blanket, but her power over me was complete, and I
 gazed with fierce longing at her fabulous body as she stripped to her sexy
 underclothes.  I knew she wore stockings especially to taunt me, and she often
 left her scanty undies just out of my reach when she tethered me to my lead,
 for me to look at but not touch, much like my relationship with her.  Totally
 ignored for now, my cock stiffened again, despite the recent beating my sore
 ass had just received.

I heard water running, and knew Mistress had gone into the shower.  My heart
 began to thud as I wondered whether to take the chance, and before I knew it I
 had slipped into her room and my eyes searched that mysterious feminine haven.
  There they were! I thought, looking on her discarded white panties on her
 bed.  Quickly I crawled over to them and buried my nose deep in their
 wonderful folds.  They were cool silk, yet oddly also still warm from her
 body.  I breathed in deeply, savoring her aroma, that wonderful, bewitching
 smell one finds on the crotch of a beautiful womanís panties.  My hard penis
 strained against its cruel restrainer, causing me to wince, but I continued
 sniffing my Mistressís panties, and even dared to reach out with my tongue and
 taste her.  Ooooh, my whole body strained for relief.

I was just aware enough to hear the shower being turned off, and managed to
 beat a hasty retreat from my ladies boudoir before she exited her bathroom.
 My punishment would have been severe indeed if Iíd been caught in her bedroom,
 let alone with my nose in her worn panties.  I lay down in my corner and began
 to reflect on what Iíd become.  Six months ago Iíd been a successful, wealthy
 businessman with everything going for me.  Now I was a panty sniffing
 dog-slave to my wifeís 22 year old sister, who now sat in my office, did my
 job.  Once again I began to sob.

A short while later I heard her call "Doggie!" and I hastened through to her
 room, surprised at being invited into her private domain.

Mistress was sitting at her dressing table, in her lingerie, applying her eye
 makeup.  She looked at me in the mirror and smiled.

"I forgot to tell you I bought you a present today, Scamp."

I was immediately suspicious;  Mistress was rarely kind to me.

"Wait until I get ready, then Iíll give it to you."

I waited obediently.  It was obvious she was going out tonight, and had already
 partially dressed.  My eyes were drawn to the lacy black wonderbra she wore,
 displaying a breathtaking cleavage.  I could also make out her garter straps
 underneath a fine, filmy black slip, and noticed she was wearing fresh
 stockings, darker than the pair she had been wearing earlier, which now lay on
 the floor.

"Do you like this color?" she asked, as she began to apply her red lipstick.
 She waited for an answer, so I barked my approval.  Mistress gave me a
 dazzling smile.  It seemed she was in a playful mood.

"Itís a very sexy color, isnít it Scamp?  Would you like to kiss my lips,
 doggie?"  She pouted her glossy lips at me.

I barked again, and Mistress laughed.

"Silly Scamp, Mistresses donít kiss their doggies."  I felt frustration
 growing, as no doubt she intended.
"Iím wearing this lipstick for Jeff, heís taking me to dinner tonight.  Then
 weíre going dancing. Jeffís a wonderful dancer.  And heís so manly - he will
 probably try to kiss my lipstick off!  Not that Iíll mind, Scamp!  He can just
 about make me cum with his kisses!"  Mistress giggled.

I groaned quietly to myself.  I hated Jeff, her boyfriend for the past two
 months.  Heíd been one of my junior executives at the Company, and even then
 his arrogance had rubbed me the wrong way.  Thankfully, he hadnít met me since
 I had left my job, and he didnít know my relationship with his girlfriend.
 But I had heard them, in her bedroom, screwing for hours at a time.  God, how
 I envied that man.

I watched as Mistress pulled on her skirt and blouse and checked her image in
 the mirror, eventually appearing satisfied.  Grasping my collar, she led me
 back into the living room, where she locked me onto my lead once more.  Then
 the bell rang, and my heart turned to stone as Mistress went to open the door,
 without first throwing my blanket over me.

"Come on in, Jeff." I heard her say, as I tried in vain to bury my face into
 the carpet, the leash not long enough for me to hide.  "Youíre just in time to
 help me with Scamp.  Head up, Scamp!"

It was probably the hardest thing I have ever had to do, to raise my face up
 and look at my Mistress and her boyfriend looking down at me.  Jeff had his
 arm around her waist, and she leaned into him as she smiled down at me.

"So this is your pet dog, Carol?  Scamp, is it?  He looks much more at home on
 the end of a leash than he did in that big office of yours."  Jeff chuckled
 deeply, no doubt observing my face turning deep, deep red.  He was young and
 strong, and I could see the contempt in his clear blue eyes.

"Heís been dying to meet you, darling.  Although heís been quite naughty today,
 havenít you Scamp, and doesnít really deserve a treat.  Anyway, I need you to
 help me with his present."

Jeff looked down at me scornfully as my Mistress went back into her bedroom,
 returning with a huge grin and an ominous looking contraption in her hand.

"This is Scampís new tail, Jeff.  I want you to hold him steady, because the
 poor doggie will probably be frightened when I try to insert it."  Mistress
 produced a jar of Vaseline, and I watched in horrified fascination as she
 erotically began to smear the lubricant over a black dildo-like shape.  Eyeing
 the leather straps and the fluffy tail protrusion I worked out what was
 intended.  As she had expected, I began to back away, and Jeff came over to
 me, smiling cruelly, and firmly grasped my collar, allowing me no further
 movement.  He knelt down on my back, pinning me helplessly to the floor, and
 my struggles were hopelessly doomed and ineffectual after that.

 "Spread his ass-cheeks for me, darling." asked Mistress sweetly, and I
 shuddered as Jeff firmly grasped an ass cheek in each hand and spread them
 wide for Mistress to insert the dildo up my ass.  I wanted to scream at this
 outrage, but Jeffís weight on my back forced me to struggle for breath.

The dildo was painfully and humiliatingly inserted, huge and hard, into my ass,
 and Mistress pulled tight on the leather straps, fastening them around my hips
 to keep it firmly inside me.  The straps were secured with little silver
 padlocks, and when Jeff released me I felt well and truly violated.

Through my tears I saw Mistress picking up the paddle.  "Up, doggie." she said
 cheerfully, as if unaware of the utter degradation I felt.  She waved the
 vicious paddle in the air as a warning, and I struggled onto my hands and
 knees.  "Maybe tomorrow youíll remember to have your nose up at the window
 when I drive home, like youíre supposed to."

I had almost forgotten.  Naturally, Mistress had no intention of letting me
 away with anything.

"Let us see your new tail, Scamp," she giggled, "Crawl around for us.  And wag
 that tail."

I was appalled, and felt a little feeling of rebellion rising.  However, I
 looked at my Mistress and shuddered at the thought of further punishment at
 her hands.  I looked at her strong young boyfriend, I felt the collar and
 chain around my neck, and realised the futility of disobedience.  I had been
 thoroughly trained..  Much to their amusement I crawled around the floor for
 them, wagging my sore butt in the air, feeling my new "tail" swishing across
 my still-red ass.  This, surely, was the final indignity.  Looking over at
 them, I saw Mistress in Jeffís arms, lips locked and hips grinding together.

Mistress broke off and fetched her bag from her room.  Ruffling my head, she
 instructed me to be a "good dog" - as if I had a choice - and, hand in hand,
 she and Jeff went to the door.  Just before she turned off the light she
 turned and looked down on me.

"Oh, doggie, another surprise for you, tomorrow.  Youíre going to have a
 visitor."

She waited, a malicious smirk on her glossy lips.  I could only look up at her
 and wait for the news.

"My mother is coming over to see how your training is going.  I told her all
 about your progress this afternoon, and sheís just dying to see how my
 obedient little puppy-dog is getting along."  I had thought my humiliation
 complete.  I wished then that I had taken the prison option.

With that she gave a giggle, flicked off the light, and locked the door behind
 her.

I lay in the dark, my sodomised ass throbbing in pain, and wondered why my cock
 was once again hard as a rock.

PART 2

I was awoken from a restless sleep sometime after midnight, when Mistress
 returned from her night out with her boyfriend, Jeff.  She had forgotten all
 about me, or perhaps I was simply ignored, as they proceeded straight into the
 kitchen where I could hear them making coffee and having a snack.  Their
 muffled voices were punctuated frequently with loud laughter, and it was
 obvious they had both had a good deal to drink.  Shortly afterwards they went
 to bed, leaving me to my misery.  I had hoped Mistress would remove my
 butt-plug "tail", but it seemed it was destined to remain in my ass, at least
 until morning.  I tried to get back to sleep, but the sounds of uninhibited
 lovemaking from Mistressís bedroom allowed me no respite, and I found myself
 listening to the sounds of ecstasy like some perverted voyeur.  My cock ached
 as it tried to outgrow my restrainer, and I felt anguished frustration as I
 heard Jeffís tremendous orgasm and the sighs of contentment from my Mistress.

I did manage some sleep before waking up in the morning, sore all over from
 having to sleep on a hard floor with nothing but an old blanket.  My butt
 still smarted from the paddling I had had the night before, but my ass had
 ceased struggling against the dildo buried deep inside.  I looked at the
 clock, and realized that today must be Saturday, as Mistress was still asleep
 in bed with Jeff.

By the time I heard them stirring, my hunger had grown quite sharp and I was
 looking forward to my breakfast.  However, I had to wait even longer as once
 again I heard the sounds of lovemaking escaping the bedroom.

Eventually I heard Mistress getting out of bed, and knelt up as she came out of
 her bedroom, looking disheveled but radiant after sex with her stud.  She was
 fastening a light robe around her body, and I gasped as I almost caught a
 sight of a bare breast.

"Well, good morning Scamp.  Howís that tail of yours?"

I pushed my chest down to the carpet and raised my butt high, swishing my tail
 from side to side.  It was degrading, but I was desperate to keep her happy.
 I didnít want any more punishment, especially with her boyfriend present.

"Good doggie." she laughed.  "Letís get you some breakfast."

Breakfast for me was a bowl of cold cereal on the floor and another bowl of
 water.  I watched enviously as she prepared some bacon, eggs and toast and a
 couple of cups of coffee.  I could barely remember the taste of coffee.  She
 placed the breakfasts on a tray and headed back to the bedroom.

An hour later Jeff had showered and left the house, kissing my Mistress
 good-bye and promising to collect her again that night for another date.  I
 lay ignored for another hour, listening to the sounds of my Mistress getting
 ready for an afternoonís shopping with the mother.  Thankfully, she kept her
 bedroom door closed this time.

As always, she looked perfect when she came out to say good-bye to me, her
 bubbly personality shining through as she looked forward to an afternoon with
 her mother, after a night and morning of satisfying sex.  Dressed casually in
 tight blue jeans, ankle boots and a long angora sweater, she reminded me that
 she was bringing her mother back later that evening to meet me.  Or rather, to
 meet the doggie me, as she already knew me well from my past as her
 son-in-law.

I spent the next five hours with butterflies in my stomach, dreading their
 return.  Mrs. Spencer had welcomed me to the family with civility, and we had
 seemed to have gotten on well, but I could never shake off the feeling that
 she was disappointed in her daughterís choice of a husband, probably thinking,
 like any mother, that she could have done better.  She was a very attractive
 lady who had retained an excellent, if slightly overweight figure now.  At 45
 she still possessed the most wonderful legs, and it was easy to see where her
 daughters had inherited their beauty.  However, she had been fairly kind to
 me, and I couldnít believe she could be as cruel as Carol had.  I began to
 hope that, when she saw my position, she would feel sorry for me and persuade
 Carol to release me.

I risked a glance out of the window several times, wishing I could be outside
 in the sunshine, and was lucky to see Mistressí BMW pull into the street.
 Perhaps I could make up for yesterday, I thought, as I pressed my nose to the
 glass like a good doggie.  She didnít notice, however, as she was busy talking
 to her mother, and I watched as the two ladies approached the front door, high
 heels clicking loudly on the path.

When the door was unlocked I was in position, steeling myself for more
 humiliation.  Hopes of mercy from Mrs. Spencer were dashed immediately,
 however, when I saw her face break into a delighted smile when she saw me
 kneeling before her.

"Well hello there boy, you must be Scamp."

I groaned inwardly, but my training took over.  I yelped an affirmative "woof"
 which amused her even more.

Mrs. Spencer looked fantastic.  She wore a mid-length fur coat, a tight skirt,
 dark stockings and elegant patent black leather court shoes with long, cruel
 heels of at least 4".  Mrs. Spencer is not as tall as her daughters, being
 only around 5í 3", but what she lacks in height she makes up in presence.  Her
 expensive perfume swept over me, and I found myself staring up into a heavily
 made-up, aristocratic face.  Her red lips, darker than her daughterís, shone
 down at me. With her perfectly coiffeured blonde hair and expertly applied
 makeup she is someone who would always be noticed in a crowd.

Mistress unlocked me as her mother removed her coat and sat down on a chair
 with a contented sigh.  Crossing her shapely legs, she called me over as
 Mistress went to fix some coffee.

"Oh, what a delightful tail you have."

I wagged my butt in the air, feeling like an eager puppy.  I did not want to
 create a bad impression.

"Iíve heard all about your training, John.  Sorry ... I mean Scamp."  She
 laughed at her mistake.  "It looks like you make a fine dog."

I knelt before her and watched as she lit a cigarette.  Something else that was
 now denied me.

Mrs. Spencer leant forward and made no secret of examining me from head to toe.
  Her eyes lingered on my stiff penis, and she deliberately pursed her lips
 together and slowly blew smoke into my face, watching my reaction closely for
 any signs of rebellion.  I realized then that she felt no obligation to me.
 Being married to an overbearing man, this was probably the first time she had
 ever had a helpless male in her power, and she was enjoying the situation
 immensely.  In any case, I remembered, any pity she might have felt towards me
 had likely vanished, considering the pain I had caused her daughter with my
 dishonesty and infidelity.

"Whatís that contraption around his cock, dear?" she asked as my Mistress
 approached with a tray of coffee and cake.

"Thatís Scampís restrainer, mother," she replied, "It stops him playing with
 himself when Iím not here.  The straps constrict his testicles and wonít allow
 him to cum.  It keeps him under control, otherwise the disgusting creature
 would be rubbing his cock and making a mess all over my furniture."

"Very wise, Carol.  Laura should have had one put on him when she married him."

"She should also have put a leash on him, mother.  He needs discipline.
 Without a firm hand he gets cocky and starts to go out of control."  The
 ladies sipped from the coffee.

"So, do you ever unlock his restrainer?  Do you allow him relief?"

"Sometimes, but I donít like to make a habit of it."

Mrs. Spencer seemed to find the idea very intriguing.  "When did you last allow
 him to cum?"

Mistress thought for a few moments; it was obviously not something high on her
 list of priorities.

"Oh, about a week I think, mother."

I wanted to object, to cry out that it had been ten long days, but remained
 still, on my knees before them, trying to project the image of  an obedient
 dog.  My heart leapt as I saw Carol produce the key to my restrainer, and I
 was ordered to raise myself as she unlocked the hated contraption.

"My, he does want it bad, doesnít he?" laughed Mrs. Spencer as my cock sprang
 forward.  She was now able to see that I had no pubic hair, and asked her
 daughter why.

"Oh, I like to keep him shaved.  And after all, I donít want him confusing
 himself with a man, mother," came the reply, and both ladies began to laugh.

"Thereís no danger there, dear." said Mrs. Spencer, and she beckoned me
 forward.  She looked deep into my eyes and asked "Would you like to cum,
 Scamp?"

I was forbidden human speech, but longed to say "YES, YES"  She could see my
 clear desire in my eyes, and was beginning to really enjoy my humiliation.

She grasped my collar and pulled me further forward.  I found I now straddled
 her leg, and she pulled me towards her a little more until my hard cock lay
 against her stockinged calf.  Understanding dawned on me.

"Go ahead, doggie."  She smiled, and I realized that she could be just as cruel
 as my Mistress.

I glanced in desperation to my Mistress, but she gave me a look that said
 "Donít you dare disobey."  My degradation now complete, I began to hump my
 mother-in-lawís leg.  Mistress put a hand across her mouth and struggled hard
 not to burst into hysterical laughter.  Mrs. Spencer fixed me with a steady
 gaze which ensured I kept up a firm rhythm, and, despite the humiliation, I
 felt my desire rising as I rubbed my shaved penis up and down her stocking.
 She filled my senses, and I realized that this would be the only way I would
 ever again be allowed to get close to a beautiful woman.

I came violently, spilling pent up seed all over my mother-in-lawís stockings
 and shoes.  Mistress by now could no longer hold back her laughter, and I
 could also hear Mrs. Spencer joining in, triumphant at expressing her power
 and putting me firmly in my place.  I couldnít remember a more satisfying
 orgasm, but as I came back into the real world I realized the extent of my
 shame, and wished the ground would swallow me up then and there.

"Bad doggie," scolded my Mistress through her laughter, "Clean up your mess at
 once."

Totally broken, I bent my head and began to lick my cum from Mrs. Spencerís
 nylons and shoes.  Through my tears of shame I noticed my Mistress collecting
 two paddles, and handing one to her mother.

I knew punishment was about to be delivered by the two ladies.  And I knew I
fully deserved it, not only for having an erection, but for disgustingly cuming in
the presence of my Mistress and her mother.  Unbidden, I turned around and
raised my naughty ass high in the air.

THE END
 
 

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