2 comments/ 37995 views/ 6 favorites Entree Ch. 01 By: NastyPierre Chapter 1: Entrée I looked at her through the crack of the partially opened door, trembling with the usual anticipation. I was naked, collared, on my hands and knees and was holding the folded leash in my mouth. I always hand my Mistress the leash when she arrives. She stopped when she finished her ascent and stood where she was at the far end of my hallway. She was carrying a shopping bag in one hand and turned in my direction. She stood with her back to the neighbor's door and facing me. She cocked her head and smiled when she spotted me peeking, waiting as I was. I wondered what she was up to until she snapped her fingers and pointed to the spot on the floor directly in front of her. I knew better than to hesitate, swung the door open and nosed my way out into the hall. It was always something new with her, some new humiliation for me to deal with. Our entire relationship was promising to become a long voyage in humiliation and I wasn't sure how far I could go. I wasn't sure how far this Mistress could take me, but time would tell. I moved through the doorway cautiously wondering what I would do if my neighbor came through his door right then. Sure my Mistress was in front of the door and I'd have time to get up and run, but being completely naked added a daring dimension to the scenario. Ever since we'd met and agreed to play this game, I have been forbidden to stand or wear clothes in her presence. I crawled while my eyes darted about and my ears stayed tuned to every sound. I was amazed at how different everything looked from down here and how small I felt. I crawled across the dirty carpet and up to my Mistress. I knew the routine and though nervous, acted as playful as I could. There I was, in the hallway of an apartment building, completely naked, on my hands and knees. I was red with shame and shaking with a fear of being caught in a most humiliating position. Still, I jumped up on my back legs, put my hands up to my neck and strained my neck in order to hand my Mistress the leash. My hard-on bobbled in front of me and brushed against her denims, causing me to forget everything else and hump the material. My Mistress took the leash from my mouth and smiled at my indiscretion. "Woof, woof, woof," I barked out in a coded message that told my Mistress how happy I was to see her. She looked pleased with me and I was glad. "Heel," she finally said and I obeyed going to all fours. I crawled around to her left side and took my place, no longer thinking about my neighbors. My Mistress' punishments had become quite severe and now I did my best to avoid them. My eyes dropped to her left foot and I waited for that first step. As I waited, I moved from knee to knee, adjusting and readjusting my posture. I knew she was waiting for my ass, head and nose to be high enough, for my poise to be perfect. In a pique I glanced back over my shoulder and prayed the neighbors weren't looking through their peek holes. I continued adjusting my posture and praying we would soon reenter my apartment. I looked up to my Mistress and saw her looking about, looking proud and almost hoping someone would appear. She looked down at me and shortened her grip on the leash, bringing me in close. She pulled on the leash, till I went up on my finger tips and my side bumped against her leg. Training me to be an obedient puppy and humiliating me are my Mistresses main objectives and things were just beginning. I caught her first step and began crawling along beside her, while trying to remember everything I had to do, in order to crawl correctly. I suddenly became even more aware of my nakedness, my balls bobbling and my cock swinging under me as I moved. I wondered how I must look and what a neighbor would think if they saw me like this. My Mistress yanked the thought from my mind when she spotted it. With a yank on the leash, she reminded me that I was not to think about shame, but about obedience only. I left a long strand of pre-cum in my wake, a characteristic of mine that my Mistress has come to adore. I leak everywhere she takes me, in a long sticky strand that never seems to end. She tells me it has become a conversation topic among certain friends. Once inside my apartment and the door was closed I went into another happy to see you routine. Although we've only known each other for less than two weeks, my Mistress has already learned to control me. She has learned how to manipulate me, to degrade me and has me performing the most disgusting acts. She has learned to control me through my organ and she controls it very well. With her left hand she brings me pleasure and keeps me on the brink of an ejaculation, keeps me panting. She keeps my balls swollen and my cock hard, drooling and humping the air. Since I'm allowed to use her hand when ever it becomes available, which can be at the strangest times, I am always watching for it. I never know when it may drop from a chair rest and dangle within reach, but when it does, I jump up and race to it. Sometimes I need to test it, to warm it up by kissing and licking at it. Like a lover, I need to arouse it first, to suck on the digits and thumb, to turn it over and open the palm up. When I feel I've succeeded, I can hop up and place my boner into it, hoping the fingers will close around it and I can begin humping. Once I get it to hold me, I can usually hump to my hearts content and am forced to clean the hand only a couple times during a long siege. If Mistress is watching TV at the time, I could hump for an hour or more, as long as I do not ejaculate! At these times, I drool so profusely I'm forced to hump over a plate or towel. It's the right hand of my Mistress I fear. Her right hand brings my punishments, whether with palm, paddle or switch. Her punishments have become quite profound in the short while we've had together and she is getting better all the time. I have truly come to fear them and will do almost anything to avoid one. Not only does she get me crying in moments, she has found ingenious ways to hold me in place. Gagging me has become a necessity as well as tying my hands in front of me so I can't reach back in defense. One of her favorite ways of spanking me is to gag me, tie my wrists together and then tie my balls to a cinder block I'm straddling. She can get me blubbering from around the ball-gag and yanking on my balls to escape her right hand. Then get me crying for an ejaculation while humping into her left and all at the same time! Today was to be different again. Today my Mistress was having a guest and I was making my entree into society. Entree Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Humiliating Assay Today I had been promised the most humiliating experience yet and I was worried as usual. I was unable to imagine having to bear more shame than I've already been forced to shoulder and that innocence was difficult to surrender. Early in our relationship my Mistress had taken to humiliating me and she was brazen in her expectations. In all, she has been instrumental in developing my tolerance to shame in ever heavier doses, but I still fought at the ultimate surrender. I fought something I didn't even understand and the fight I still harbored was the target of my Mistresses. She was very creative when it came to the gently cruel art of degradation and was bringing me on slowly. She promised to train me well and one day take me to a big party, where I would be laughed at the entire night and learn what humiliation meant. My Mistress held part of today's outfit in her hand. It was a tiny outfit, if an outfit at all and I looked at the crumpled wad with my head cocked. Mistress planned to show me off and there was little I could do to the contrary. I could find no reason to disobey her, or even less to hesitate. She held the ball of baby-pink material and such in her one hand for me to see and smiled quite wickedly. She'd mentioned the difficulty of matching the colors in an earlier e-mail conversation and I looked at the pink and wondered why? I went through another round of 'happy to see you' routines that would have earned me a spanking, if it weren't for the fact she was in a hurry. She placed the bag down by her chair as I barked merrily and bounced around half-heartedly. When I heard her fingers snap I looked up to them and found them pointed to my cinder-block. I scampered off to my pedestal. I crawled to the block of cold cement and climbed up onto it, centering myself on the pink doily, while watching myself in the giant mirror. I had to place my hands and knees close together while on this block and that caused my back to arch in a most provocative way. I always felt very rude like this, because of the forced posture, but I was also very excited. Mistress placed some small items on my back and I hoped they didn't roll off. I became extra still because of them, as she spread them about before selecting an item that turned out to be a pair of panties. I could see our reflections in the mirror and watched her carefully. She too saw our reflections and looked at me with a smile. I gasped when I saw her left hand slip under my belly and take my boner. It was a gentle but firm grip and caused a long strand of saliva to slip from the corner of my mouth. It raced a freshly oozed strand of lubrication seeping from my cock's hole and together they swung to the pink doily in a dead heat. Soon she was sloshing my boner into a soggy froth and bringing me to faint. I teetered in her grasp, swayed uneasily and allowed her to hold me in position. I couldn't move and couldn't stop, I was hot and sweat laden, cold and shivering. I saw our reflections as a blur. It was her right hand that came to my rescue. It took me by the balls about the same time her left hand released my boner. She took both of them at once and hoisted me into the air as one would an animal carcass. She pulled my behind up until I was forced to bring my hands and knees closer together, drop my head to the block and come back to reality. When I saw her again she nodded and let me go so I could straighten up. My Mistress wiped her hands off on me, seemingly unconcerned about the items now lying on the floor. She picked up and shook a tiny bit of flimsy pink material in the air. Her smile was ever more sinister and I knew I was in trouble. I knew I could call it off right there and then... and maybe should have... but I couldn't. I wanted to experience these feelings; I needed them and watched her bring the panties to my feet. She slipped each foot through an appropriate leg hole and started past my ankles. I moved as she worked the flimsy material to my knees and then I lifted each cap as needed. Mistress soon had the panties up to my organ and I thought they wouldn't fit. Though it looked like that from the reflection, Mistress had other plans. She reached the fingers and thumb of one hand, through one of two holes I hadn't seen and once again grabbed my testicles. She snatched me like a prize in the glass box, sunk her claws into the spongy orbs and took a firm grip. Then she pulled me through with her fingers and my sack was left dangling in the grips of an ever tightening band. The neck of my scrotum was pinched by an elastic girdle that kept getting narrower and my already swollen balls pressed tightly against skin already stretched taut. She then reached under me and slipped my cock under the elastic waistband and into a silk prison. I would learn to beg for its release. When she let go, the waistband constricted around my waist and held my cock to my lower belly. She turned to her bag and bent over to reach inside. She returned with the plug and I turned my head away for a moment, then back. We had been waiting for this and the alterations looked... 'good', I guess. The plug was pink of course, and my Mistress had fitted it with a long blond tail. The mane was attached to a long sturdy wire that was stitched to the plug and held the tail straight up. My Mistress inserted the greased plug into my behind, through another ready button hole in the panties. She laughed as its entry sent me into the air and once again used my balls to hold me in place. She continued holding me up by my balls, as she bent the wire so that the tail swooped over me gently. She insisted that the tails tip should tickle my forehead when I walk and the tip of my nose when I sit correctly. I watched her fuss for quite awhile, knowing she wanted to get the right arc for just the right shimmer. I was expected to make it look real, to shake it as I carried it along above me. I had no idea how difficult that was going to be. Next Mistress came up with a pair of pink knee pads, which she easily worked into place. I was glad to have these, because of the pain. Then she came up with a pair of pink socks with an edge exaggerated in wide pink lace. Again she came up with thumbless pink mittens and they too were edged in gently fluted edges of wide pink lace. Both my mittens and socks were lined for crawling comfort and I was actually happy. The pain of crawling was something I'd never become accustomed to and now my Mistress had taken care of that, with promises of better padding in the future. I would soon have leggings I couldn't remove and then my puppy training would really begin. I cringed at the thought, but did nothing to stop what she was doing to me. Before I'd seen it, my Mistress was slipping a new collar around my neck. I had to lift my head to accommodate the leather. This one was wider then any I'd ever worn, it was thicker and she finished it off with a lock that I heard snap shut. Her smile frightened me and I tried dropping my gaze to the collars reflection. It was pink, had metal eyes and was covered in Rhine-stones. My name was embossed in silver on the front. Mistress returned from the bag with another humiliating article. It was a pink chiffon collar with an elastic hole that stretched around my neck until the ends snapped together. When in place, the frills stood out nicely from my neck and caught my head on a gentle pink cloud that my Mistress fluffed out. There was yet another elastic band and this one fit around my head. It was wrapped in pink flowers and a couple long ribbons that dangled along each side of my head. Mistress then used a silk ribbon, it was very wide and pink -and she tied it into a bow around my butt-plug. She caused the loops to stick out on either side and let the wide curly tails dangle almost to the floor. She came around to in front of me and smiled in smug satisfaction. With a fingertip of her left hand Mistress caught the underside of my chin. She lifted my head and face to hers and showed me to pucker. As I did, her right hand approached with a lipstick that was baby-pink, like everything else. She took her time slathering my lips with the wax, but when she was finished she stood back and gloated. She raised her hand into the air above me and I went up on my hind legs. I pressed my imprisoned boner forward and tried to show myself off. The panties were already soaked through and clung to my hard-on like a second skin. Mistress looked pleased and signaled for me to come down. I fell to all fours and stepped from my pedestal. I crawled up to my Mistress and knelt proudly before her, the tip of my tail tickling the tip of my nose. "Woof, woof," I offered. Entree Ch. 03 Chapter 3: Pretty Puppy "Very good fluffy," my Mistress offered in return. She turned and walked to the chair, speaking as she traveled. "This is a very important day for you, probably the most important one in your entire life." I watched her reach the chair and turn again to sit, then settle back. She was all smiles today and motioned with a finger for me to come sit before her, which I moved to do immediately. I started toward my Mistress, crawling as perfectly as I could, hoping to impress her. I liked to excite my Mistress and moved with arms straight, buttocks high in the air and my nose even higher. I wiggled my ass to shake my tail in happiness and pranced like I was the world's proudest puppy –and ready for show. My every thought went into every step and I came to stand before my Mistress with thoughts of perversions most twisted and wonderful. I crawled to between her legs and started panting, then I let my ass touch the ground. "What the hell ya doing," my Mistress screamed aloud and I jumped into the air. She came forward on the chair as she yelled and I stared with eyes and mouth opened wide in panic. I almost burst into tears and popped straight up onto all fours, not knowing what I did wrong. "The bow, ya stupid mutt," she continued, indicating toward my ass with a finger. "The bow! Be careful, I don't want you crushing that bow!" I looked back over my shoulder as best I could and saw the end of a loop. I decided to take a shot at calming my Mistress down and shook my tail playfully. Then I looked up to my Mistress with puppy eyes and whined. At that she slid back in her chair, ordering me to stand correctly, facing her. I adjusted quickly, placing my knees together and then my big toes. Then I brought my wrists together and placed my mittened hands out to the side. I arched my back as far as I could and lifted my tail into the air. Then I tilted my head back as far as I could, lifting my nose into the air. I strained and stretched in my arch until the tip of my tail and tip of my nose met. After that I waited for a sign of approval and when my Mistress began speaking, I realized my posture was fine. I then relaxed as best I could, trying to breathe evenly and stay balanced. "This will be the first time I am showing you to another person, fluffy," my Mistress said. I looked at her as best I could and tried to smile. Not that a smile mattered to my Mistress, she didn't want smiles, she demanded perfection! All she wanted from me was an obedience of such depth, my total submission could not fulfill the request, but I continued trying. She was looking at me, measuring my profile carefully. She continued to speak and think. "I bought two rolls of film for the occasion and will use a good camera, with a flash. I will preserve this day for posterity." Beads of sweat began to trickle and tickle in long runs down my body. I don't like when she takes photographs of me, but I can't stop her. She was looking at me in an almost crucial way, deep in contemplation and talking on. "Mmmm, yes, think I'll remove the panties before my friend arrives. I've decided you will always be shown entirely naked, definitely. I like when the organ swings free and bobs –and the drooling is already your trademark. People who haven't even seen you yet know it's your trademark. So whenever I take you out, whenever we travel, you will be naked and allowed to drool everywhere... but at home you will wear panties." I was doing my best to maintain my posture. "Fluffy," my Mistress said softly now. "Woof, woof," I replied. "Listen to me carefully, fluffy!" "Woof, woof." "I mean it! Don't embarrass me today!" "Woof, woof." "I'm nervous too and don't need any problems! So please behave yourself, for your own sake! God help you if you so much as make one little mistake; why, I'll... I'l," my Mistress almost snarled but caught herself and calmed down. I could feel her eyes as they moved over my body looking for a reason to scold or punish and she continued. "You had better move quickly today and look sharp! And I never, ever, ever, want to see you hesitate! And I mean... not even for a fraction of a second!" She was becoming quite loud again and pronouncing her words in ways meant to drive home ideas. "Do you understand me?! Well?!" "Woof, woof," I offered in the cutest tone I could muster. "You'd better..." "Woof, woof," I uttered again. "...I am not going to warn you again, and I'm not kidding little boy," she went on, louder yet. "I expect you to move when I say and do as you're told immediately! So help me... don't embarrass me!" It had taken a while for my Mistress to understand my cravings for humiliation and also my need to be controlled and forced to submit. Now she's an expert at degrading me and getting better all the time. I don't know whether to be delighted or frightened, which is what makes it all so exciting for me. "Woof, woof," I tried again to make her understand with my strained voice. My Mistress calmed down some and returned to a more pleasant tone. "Fluffy, I am preparing you for meeting people. Soon I will be taking you to parties where you will entertain the guests," she added. I couldn't believe my ears and should have been shocked. Actually I was, but my cock's condition kept screaming for attention. It kept oozing wads of lubricant that were soaked up by the panties and my panties were very wet at this point. I wanted to free my hard-on from the prison of soggy silk that had become very uncomfortable, but dared do nothing. The wispy material clung so well to my organ I felt choked and without air –and I couldn't believe I'd be going to parties as a naked puppy. And too, I had to keep my thoughts with my Mistress, to her words and also watching for a signal, a test. I began to sweat as my Mistress relaxed to her own thoughts and went on. "Next week when I come to pick you up and take you to my place, you will ride in my car naked. There's no need to bring any of your clothes along anyway. You'll sit on the seat up front with me and look out of the window like an ordinary puppy. You'll bark at the cars and other dogs." I was listening and hearing little, my mind swirling with sensations that overwhelmed and buried my brain in a wonderfully perverse bewilderment. Are there more women out there like my Mistress? "Next Saturday morning you will begin your real training and in two weeks I'll have you prancing down Main Street with me, peeing on the hydrants." I contemplated just such a scene and wondered how far my Mistress could take me. My Mistress promised me that once I was fitted with my new leather padding, only she would be able to remove them and my real training would begin. I was more excited than worried at this point; I did and didn't want to continue. Consciousness is tension. "Anyway..." my Mistress said as if returning from somewhere. "...The person who's coming over today is a very dear and trusted friend of mine. She's a fellow sorority sister of PI LODDA CUM. She's an excellent seamstress and is a wonder at leather work." My Mistress turned to look at the clock situated in the kitchen and shook her head. "She should be here any minute." At that my Mistress stood and made to stretch a little. "Heel," she commanded and I darted to her side, once again standing tall. "Good boy," My Mistress said proudly. She bent over and reached her left hand under my belly and I gulped in a breath, to hold with my anticipation. Her fingers and thumb found my silk encased boner and began tickling its entire length; I let my breath out slowly. Soon the fingers and thumb were pinching and grabbing, rubbing and stroking me into a bucking frenzy. My hips began moving and I no longer thought of discomfort. The fingers and thumb brought me closer, closer, closer and closer to ejaculation and I began humping out of control even as I attempted to control myself. I no longer thought of the stranger. The entire hand engulfed my entire organ and brought me to an explosion that never happened, then disappeared. I broke out into a real sweat and rode the hand to another unfulfilled completion. I was left humping in the air and the hand was at my mouth. I no longer worried about the parties, or being taken outside naked, I was ready for anything. I collapsed from the sudden absence of everything and sensations of nothingness. Is this a sensation all women can bring? I fell forward in a swoon and the hand followed my mouth down. I landed with the hand in my mouth and began cleaning it as best I could. I landed face first, onto the hand and then fell over onto my side. I rolled as far onto my back as my tail would allow and parted my legs. Still sucking on hand, the one I love, I lifted my legs up and back to my neck, then I spread them wide. I wanted my Mistress to see my sweet misery, my cocks suffering, and whined along with my slurping and swallowing. I put my arms to the sides and used my mittens to bat at my lover, now in my mouth. I batted my Mistress' left hand playfully and sucked on each digit wantonly. This was my lover and I continued licking it clean and swallowing the nectar. It is my job to clean the hand that pleasures me, and kiss the hand that punishes. Both Mistress' hands love me and I love them. It's just that one is brutal and one is kind. Together they use and abuse me at will, demanding more all of the time and learning of my desires, my weaknesses, quickly. I am having my life shaped and my mine molded by these two extremities. I live in happiness and fear, while I seek the affection of one and avoid confrontation with the other. The hands of my Mistress are redefining me and next week they would have two weeks to complete their mission, turning me into a puppy. "Come; let's get those panties off before my guest arrives. I want you ready to dash out into the hallway to meet her," my Mistress said taking my lover from me. "Nice and clean as usual," she said looking at her freshly bathed hand. She wiggled the fingers and smiled. She wiped the hand off on my body and ordered me to rise. "Up," she commanded. "Woof, woof," I answered rising to all fours. I got back into position. "Heel!" Entree Ch. 04 Chapter 4: Minutes Before "Alright, big boy, put your forehead on the ground and stick your ass in the air," my Mistress demanded and I moved to comply. "Get that ass in the air now," she shouted, sending me up onto one knee cap in an effort to please. She must have enjoyed my show because she left me straining in that position for quite awhile before she reached down and untied the ribbon. My Mistress is calculated with her caresses, providing me excitement without fulfillment. I continued offering my behind while she put the silk aside and reached for the tale's plug. As my Mistress turned the plug back and forth, I continued with my immolation, attempting to look back at her. The new collar's width made looking down all but impossible, and I realized the intent. In response I forced my posture to become a plea most profound and vulgar, till it tickled my Mistress into yanking the ball free with a 'pop'. I sighed with relief to the release, but stayed as I was because my behind was hers, and so was the chute as well as the balls... so I kept them as they were. "Yes, don't move a muscle or else," she yelled. Whenever my Mistress removes my plug she washes and greases it. She is very concerned about the way my tail fits because it influences the way I carry it, and thus the way I carry myself. Her ultimate goal is for me to adopt a 'natural' puppy-look. Yes, the tail is a point of real pride for my Mistress, and I've learned to bring her happiness with it, and respect to myself through her. I'd heard her walk away and now return. "First we'll rid you of these, though they look so damn pretty on you" I heard my Mistress say. Her hands took the silk waistband and pulled them down to my knees. She used her fingers and thumb to work my balls through the hole, allowing my cock to breathe a sigh of relief. She then worked the material down my body. My Mistress pulled and rolled the panties as I wiggled and twisted, and I lifted each cap as needed. My boner sighed in a great globule of thick juice that swung free and landed as a mass on the floor beneath him. "Now, hold still while I insert your tail again, fluffy," she demanded. I steadied myself and winced as I was fit with the plug. It seemed bigger than before, thicker than ever, and I struggled to adapt quickly. I couldn't of course, it wasn't getting any easier... well maybe a little, but I had little choice, and besides, adaptation takes surrender. I had little to look forward to anyway, as my Mistress promised the plugs would soon be bigger and longer. Next came the wide silk ribbon and a bit of fussing until she stood somewhat satisfied. I say that because my Mistress is never satisfied with me, and why should she be. Satisfaction is something to strive after, it is not the goal. She can never push me low enough, debase me enough, or humiliate me enough and I, can never do anything fast enough, well enough, or to her satisfaction. Her voice startled me. "Up," my Mistress commanded and I rose. She commenced fussing with the tail with the aid of a hair brush. She also checked and corrected the wires curve. I stayed steady, becoming straighter by the moment. The wire must have been at least three to four feet long and was a lot to carry, forcing me to move my ass in some compliance to its demands. I was required to reach the tails tip to the tip of my nose before my Mistress was happy enough. She then finished and stood. "Heel," she commanded and I crawled carefully around to her left side. My hard-on was throbbing and drooling from an excitement denied. Soon it would spend two weeks kept on the brink of an orgasm while denied the smallest squirt. My Mistress has promised that after two weeks I will do anything in the world to have an orgasm, and will. She's promised I will be doing things more disgusting then anything that's been done to date. She's promised me things that keep my balls taut and swollen with molten passion, unimaginable desires awaiting release. I knew I could just get up and leave, go home to jag-off the rest of my life, but no, I realized further I really couldn't; wanted to but couldn't. Instead, I stood with pride, getting into what it was my Mistress me to be. I was truly a pervert, and found it all exciting, hoping my Mistress would take me to a point from which I couldn't return. A point to which doubts cease to exist though not because they shouldn't. "Come on fluffy, show me some pride," my Mistress commanded and I made some useless adjustments meant to play out the pretense. It was serious pretense and to ignore it meant serious punishment. "Good boy!" The collar forced me to keep my head in the air and it was somewhat uncomfortable, but a good show piece. My cock kept my head in a cloud which kept everything extremely erotic, and yet cozy. Ah, the life of a submissive. "Here," my Mistress said and I opened my mouth with the approach of her hand. I watched with a sense of mortification as she pushed the wadded panties into my mouth, and I accepted them with relish. "Chew on these awhile," she said looking down at me. I closed my lips around them, nodded in understanding and under her watchful eye, began chewing. They were cold and slimy, thick like paste, gummy bear-like. I gagged and wretched a bit, but sudden stern looks from my Mistress helped somewhat; not with the retching, but my chewing and swallowing. My eyes became swollen and tear laden, and like my face, red from the strain of gagging, but I continued. "Good boy," my Mistress said patting my head. Then she continued. "Now when my friend gets here, you will greet her." She had turned to watch from the window and was looking back at me off and on. I kept chewing and swallowing, swallowing and gagging, and my cock kept pulsating and slobbering, all as I kept adjusting my posture. "By the way boy, the neighbors went out earlier this morning and haven't returned..." She looked back at me. "...You know what that means?" I looked at her quizzically, still choking on my own juices. She shook her head and smirked as if in disbelief. "That means you can safely wait in the hallway and greet my friend when she arrives, ya stupid bimbo," she said turning to me. I must have looked as confused. "Well, aren't you excited?" Realizing suddenly, I put out a couple muffled barks and made pitiful attempts to act playfully excited. My demonstration would have earned me a punishment at any other time. "Here, let me take those," she said, finally tired of the way I looked gagging on them. Her hand came to my mouth and I opened it wide so she could grab a pinch of cloth. She pulled it free and shook it out. "Wow, clean as a whistle," she said sarcastically. "I think you'll clean all your own panties. It will save me on water and electricity and such." My Mistress turned to the door and opened it wide. She snapped her fingers and I approached her. "Let me see you prance down the hallway, all the way to your neighbor's door and back," she commanded. She was pointing and I looked down the corridor. It was not a happy challenge, but it was an exciting one, and besides, my Mistress said the neighbors were not home. "fluffy, what did I tell you about hesitating," she added with force. I was unable to do anything else but move to the doorway. I moved meekly and with trepidation, trembling, but a swift kick bolted me forward. "What did I tell you. You never learn do you," she yelled while kicking me again and again. Each kick sent me another couple inches as she followed-up her progress with better aimed punts. "Come on, get going," she yelled, kicking me again and again. She had me moving in no time, with my ass in high gear. Maybe the neighbors across the hall were out, but other neighbors lived downstairs, so I was still scared. I didn't want my Mistress to bring them into the halls with her yelling and felt it wise to comply before it was too late. I started prancing as best I could, got my tail swaying and my organ bobbling. My lubrication swung out to either side of me as I crawled, following the swing of my cock. I held my head and nose in the air and prayed my Mistress knew who my neighbors were. It dawned on me that she'd probably never seen them and it simply didn't matter one way or the other to her. Maybe she wanted them to discover me like this; she was determined to see how much shame I could bare. "That's the way, all the way to their door. When you reach it, stay facing it," my Mistress yelled to me. I reached my neighbors door and stopped. "Knock on the door, fluffy," she yelled. I couldn't bring myself to obey her, I wanted to turn and run. I made to, but the voice of my Mistress kept me at bay. "fluffy!" "fluffy, in one second I will lock you in this hallway and phone the neighbors to come up and see you if you don't knock on that door right now!" I lifted my paw to the door but couldn't bring myself to knock. "Knock, damn it...! Knock! There's no one home anyway." I was in a strange position indeed, and bewildered as never before, I had to act and couldn't... not. I had to knock, but I didn't. My Mistress kept prodding me. "What's the matter, don't you trust me? Huh, is that it?" I knocked on the door. "Louder," my Mistress demanded and I complied. "Darn. I was right," I heard her exclaim under her breath. She continued in a disappointed tone, "Okay, get back here." That I turned and did with enthusiasm, and as I approached her she admonished me. Young man, I am going to punish you later for that hesitation." I bowed my head and looked dejected because I was. "You know I do not tolerate hesitation. Your punishment will be severe, you can count on that," she said looking at me with darkness. I swallowed hard. She left the door open and me standing in the doorway. I looked down the gauntlet again and prayed no one was watching me, or looking at me now. This was the sensation I craved and the one I feared, the desolation only a Mistress can provide through training, and hope of sexual compensation. So I sat there obediently unable to do anything else, as my Mistress continued. "You will run out to meet my friend shaking your tail playfully and with lots of barking. Understand?" "Woof woof," I responded enthusiastically. "You will jump up before her and do things like... show her your pee pee... your tail... and all while acting playful!" "Woof, woof." "Go for her one of her hands and lick it, maybe suck on a thumb or finger." "Woof, woof." "Stay in front of her and if given the chance, fall on your back and spread your legs as if looking to have your tummy rubbed, I adore it when you do that. "Woof, woof." "But don't get in her way." "Woof, woof." "Now I want to get the camera. I want to get some shots of you at the door and in the hallway," my Mistress said going for a device made to aid the development of a person's shame. When she returned, she started barking orders and snapping photos immediately. I knelt there aghast, startled into obeying all her instructions. She quickly had me prancing up and down the hallway again. She caught me straining to look back, knocking at the neighbor's door, and pressed up against the door praying to be let in. She caught me with my buns up and head to the floor, on my knees with my paws in the air, groin fully exposed, and on my back with my legs up and back, well-spread. But when the bell rang, she stopped everything and I raced back to the door. My Mistress let her friend enter, then reached down and took my boner in her left hand. She allowed me to stroke myself into a humping frenzy and instructed me to wait until she set me free. "Woof, woof," 'sloshity slosh,' "pant, pant," spooshity sploosh,' "woof, woof," 'sloshity slosh,' "pant, pant." Entree Ch. 05 Chapter 5: The Shame Game I don't like the idea of being seen naked by a stranger, not one bit, and yet I do, and that's what it's all about, isn't it? It's that part of me projected into my Mistress as a crude plea to be humiliated. Tis one of those rich cravings originating in a dimly lit fold of my cranium, a fissure of gray matter most perverted, a long darkened iter hollowed out by mother, maybe. It appears through a janus-faced personification both feared and idolized by me, yet recognized by my Mistress for what it is, what I both loathe and require, a treasure for her. I shudder before my Mistress with tingly anticipation, awaiting her next command. And to think, she would never have considered becoming a mistress if not for me, and today she's all but mastered the art. She's already practiced in the art of spanking, and I dare say it's become a punishment to avoid. I no longer toy with the idea of teasing my Mistress into a spanking me, instead I obey, or cry trying. Now I'm always trembling, as I should be, and I cover in goose pimples to her every sound. I always want to stay and run away at the same time -and I don't want to know why. It took a few faint-hearted attempts before my Mistress realized her potential and rightful place, but from there she blossomed. She has since promised me more humiliation than anyone could endure, and I'm both frightened and excited. She's also promised to go gently, taking things slowly, giving me time to adjust and adapt to the new role she is developing into a plan for me. And she's already promised me a whole new level, and that's why I'm about to spend my two week vacation at her home. She promises to have me disgracing myself in public within days, and like all decisions forced by fate, it gnaws at my stomach and clutters my mind with thoughts gone berserk. It keeps cock drooling and testicles churning. I no longer doubt my Mistress, after all, here I was in the hallway of my apartment building embarrassing myself with actions most brazen. My Mistress has come to know me well, inside and out, and was about to fix me up good, real good. I've taken a wonderful monkey on my back, and with her help I'm mainlining shame. She's leaving me a junky for embarrassment addicted to mortification, and yet sometimes I return from somewhere. Then I look around and wonder where and who I am, not believing or understanding who I was. But I'm unwilling to leave the warm wet grasp of her hand, the one she permits me to slosh around in. It's true my mind is dominated almost entirely by my penis, and my Mistress counts on it. She understands my cock and balls only too well and is mastering me through them. Her left hand reduces me to putty, and the right keeps me jumping. I am being broken gently while being roughly reshaped to suit her whims. I will soon be a toy puppy at the feet of my Mistress, re-created for her amusement and most importantly, for her self-esteem. I was sloshing around in the sloppiness of my Mistress's hand, humping her fist like a husband his wife on their wedding night, the hallway echoing with the sloppy sounds of my happy dance, and though sure someone would hear, I didn't care. My Mistress allows me to go on for quite some time, bringing myself to ejaculation over and over again, provided I don't shoot my load. In return, I put on quite a show for her, a very obscene display that keeps her in tears of laughter, and happy as a new mother. I always make the best of it, damn the neighbors. Today I found my Mistress right again, that I would eventually stop agonizing over being seen. She said I would no longer care if the neighbors were home, why should I? I would no longer concern myself with people falling over in laughter simply because I loved being a puppy to my Mistress. Soon I would do anything to 'fuck' the hand of my Mistress, and I threw my arms up and back in ecstasy as I humped. With eyes closed I kept my pelvis gyrating, fucking my lover like never before, my Mistress's left hand. Like a pair of teenagers, we fucked in the hallway of my apartment building, while my Mistress put on one of her favorite acts. Standing over us fully dressed and looking bored, she began tapping a foot while humming some obscure tune. I put one hand against the nearest wall for support and allowed my eyes to flutter. I knelt with my legs spread sufficiently enough to provide me thrusting leverage, which I used with abandon. A pool of lubricant had already formed on the rug below my pistoning organ. The pool was connected to and fed by lubricant oozing from my hard-on, long thick strands of pre-cum swinging and swaying with each full stroke. Both the hand of my Mistress and my boner were soggy wet, dripping in my nectar. My knee pads were slipping in my sweat and I was fighting to stay balanced enough to keep my penis sloshing. No marriage bed could have been sweeter, no harlot racier, no Romeo hotter, I was the happiest guy on earth. All I could think of was the next impending orgasm, their approach being all that was beginning to matter. Though I'm rarely allowed an orgasm, I live for continuous onsets. Finally the need to orgasm overwhelmed everything else, displacing all other needs. Mistress is the giver of life through the rite of orgasm. She could have led me into a crowded street at that moment, but her friend appeared at the landing. "Fluffy, go say hello," my Mistress said letting me go while wiping her hand off on my back. SWAT! Her right hand let me have a swift slap to my right cheek, spurring me on. Without a moment to recover my front paws hit the floor and I took off towards the far end of the hallway without thinking. I was unable to catch my breath and gasped for air as I raced. I had no time to consider my nervous condition or mental inabilities, and simply ran with blind faith. "Woof, woof. Woof, woof. Woof, woo..." I chanted in breathless merriment, bounding forward with tail shaking and boner bobbing. Though I couldn't yet make out the person I was approaching, I saw her fall back against the neighbor's door when she saw me. She carried a bag under one arm and used her free hand to brace herself as she began laughing aloud. Surely her laughter would bring every neighbor in the building out to see what was happening. I was nervous enough to cry and I wanted her to stay quiet, wanted to tell her, hoping my Mistress would. "My god," she yelled, continuing in a fit of laughter. I carried my unbearable shame across the hall to her and went up on my knees like Silver. I raised my arms and placed a paw on each side of my face. I was actually humiliating myself in front of a total stranger, just as my Mistress said I would. I still wanted it to end soon as possible and felt my body flushing with the heat of a shame unlike any I had ever experienced before. And yet I continued. "Woof, woof," I said, sticking my throbbing hard-on out to her. I shook it back and forth sending juice everywhere, while shaking my ribbons in an attempt to look adorable. The stranger looked to my Mistress through eyes filled with tears. "When you said cute... Why, I never imagined anything this cute," the stranger roared. I dropped my paws and turned to my Mistress with a bark. I found another reassuring smile urging me to continue, to swallow ever more embarrassment. "Woof, woof," I said to reassure her I understood. "Good, fluffy," my Mistress chimed, understanding me. I turned nervously to her friend and went back up on my knees. "Woof, woof," I offered while attempting to look even cuter. I continued shaking my boner back and forth, sending its mess everywhere. I continued to shake my ribbons, and bark, and whine convincingly. "Oh it's too unreal," she said in a moment's breath. I dropped my paws to the floor and turned to take a step. Then I fell down and rolled over onto my back as far as my tail would allow and spread my legs. I brought my knees way up to my shoulders and kept a paw to each side of my face. "Woof, woof," I whined while arching my back and begging to have my tummy rubbed. This was my piece de resistance. My boner bounced up and down on my belly and I wiggled my ass around provocatively. I looked at her with my mouth opened, tongue dancing in the air. My neighbors should have walked out of their door just then. The woman continued laughing while starting to compose herself. I heard the door downstairs open and almost lost it, but there was nothing I could do about it. I hoped my Mistress would protect me. "Precious... my god it's precious," the woman stammered. She was looking down at me while wiping tears from her eyes. She couldn't yet control her laughter, but continued trying. I continued nervously wiggling and slithering in hopes of looking like a real puppy. "Too precious. You are just too precious," was all she could muster. She finally got her eyes dried and finished with an- "oh my." I stopped wiggling and looked back at my Mistress for another smile, and returned to her friend quickly, when from the corner of my eye I saw it descend. I jumped up and went for the hand once it dropped low enough. In test I began to lick at it, and when it didn't move away I commenced sucking a finger. I'd soon captured each digit one at a time, individually, between moistened lips pursed oh so right. And after suckling but a moment I pulled my lips down slowly, and off with the quietest 'pop'. I loved the flavor and stopped to bark at my wonderful discovery before continuing the sequence again. "Woof, woof," I said speaking to the hand of the lady. "Well I think fluffy has found a new girlfriend," my Mistress said. "Huh? You mean this," her friend asked, taking her hand from me to hold up. "Yep, that's who I mean." "Woof, woof," I added timidly, trying to show her how much I wanted it back. I was concerned about footsteps and murmuring getting closer. "Well, here ya go fluffy," the friend said, dropping her hand for me to enjoy. I went back to it with lips and tongue immediately. It was quit yummy and crowded out the approaching footsteps, though not well enough. I was frightened yet horny as hell, I was about to get up and run, but couldn't stop suckling the wonderfully long soft fingers. I was going to be seen like this, I could feel it, and then I would die. "Come on in," my Mistress finally suggested, and I breathed a sigh of relief from around the digit I suckled, that came out from the corners of my mouth in bubbles. She had a smile on her face that I caught from the corner of my eye. It told me I had pleased her, and I was ecstatic. She turned to walk into my apartment and her friend followed. With my tail shaking and boner bobbling, I followed her friend, a finger yet in my mouth. Though more nervous than ever before, I was happy as could be. I heard my neighbor's voice and footsteps getting closer. I was forced to watch the stairs from the corner of my eye as we moved, expecting to see my neighbors any second. I was shaking more, almost losing control, and I had to pee real badly. "I can't wait to get started on you," the friend said, looking down at me. I looked up at her and my Mistress whistled, causing me to bound on ahead and came to heel beside my Mistress. I watched in trepidation for a sign of my neighbors, and the guest to enter. I was sure I'd seen them just as my Mistress closed the door, and I was sure they'd seen me too, I could feel it. I watching the ladies greet each other as if nothing was amiss, and then they turned to me. I felt something eerie when the friend looked at me licking her lips wickedly. Entree Ch. 06 Chapter 6: Thoughts I Hate To Love Did I mention my Mistress took digital photos and movies continually? I have no idea how many photos and movies she's already taken, but I'm to be the darling of her future web-site. She already considers herself a professional destined to catch all my shame for her, and posterity. "Heel!" I couldn't believe I'd been seen by my neighbors. I was still shocked silly, scrolling the event through my mind over and over again. What was I going to do now? I would never be able to face them again, never! I would go through the rest of my life avoiding them. What could they be thinking after seeing me on my hands and knees, sporting a tail? I didn't think I would ever get over this, and maybe... just maybe... it was time to.... I heard my Mistress and her friend speaking and realized just how embarrassed I was, and still am. I was naked before a complete stranger and had just gone to great lengths at degrading myself before her, and continued doing so. She kept looking down at me and me up at her. She smiled as I adjusted my posture beside my Mistress, what else could I do? "What a pretty puppy," I heard her say about the time the tip of my nose met the tip of my tail. I was sweat laden, shaking in anticipation, and even after all I'd been through, horny as ever. I enjoyed this... no, I craved being forced to humiliate myself. "Thank you, and it learns quickly," my Mistress answered. Her words made me swell with an unnatural pride. Both ladies laughed and my Mistress suggested they have a bite to eat. She spoke of the salads I'd prepared in advance, as I always do. Besides her puppy she also found me an excellent domestic helper. I moved with the left foot of my Mistress, following her into the kitchen. Her friend walked behind me, commenting on my cute behind, framed as it was by the pretty bow. She was amazed to find I carried my tail with the arrogance of a born show dog. I made sure my balls were visible to her and wiggled my ass as best I could in return for the compliment. I was thrilled by her critique and elated, because the tail is my Mistress's pride and joy. Almost everything hinges on how well I carry it. The better I become at wagging my tail, the longer my boner can spend with his girlfriend. The friend complemented my Mistress on how well I endured the tail, and my cock understood that to mean he would be fucking tonight. Before we passed into the kitchen I noticed my Mistress had moved the two most comfortable chairs in the living room together facing one another, set up folding tables, and placed three cinder blocks off to one side. They were stacked one on top of the other, making for a high pedestal draped with the baby-pink doily, her favorite color. I could only guess her intent, before padding onto the linoleum. I went to my water bowl and sipped from warm water as my Mistress flipped the switch on the espresso maker. "Ass up," my Mistress snapped and I swung my buttocks around and lifted it to her as I continued lapping. My Mistress opened the refrigerator door and took out the large platter. She turned to place it on the table and went back for a few odds and ends. Her friend was pleasantly surprised by what she saw and together they moved in on the feast. I finished drinking and padded over to them. To be cute I squeezed between them, chaffing my cheeks on both pair of denims to succeed. They moved enough to let me in and I wiggled up to the table. I went up on my back legs and watched, careful to keep my paws away from the table. My Mistress didn't seem to mind and went about filling her plate with the aid of serving spoons, forks, and fingers. Her friend kept one eye on me, but I could only take glances at her. Here I was embarrassed enough to hide, playing the part of a puppy to experience embarrassment. Shame was my Albatross and I wore it with a sick pride. The women seemed to like everything, the fresh salmon salad, the potato salad, egg salad, bean salad, tomato salad and the asparagus vinaigrette. The salads were served on a bed of Bib lettuce along with a dressing of Balsamic Vinegar and olive oil. They ate shrimp in red sauce, sliced avocado, hard boiled egg slices in aspic, and liver pate on wedges of toast. They enjoyed imported Greek Feta cheese, French Brie and crunchy Italian bread. They nibbled on imported olives and crunchy pickles, along with wedges of mango and papaya. They had water on ice or iced tea, and bourbon of course. Bourbon is the drink of PI LODA CUM. They filled their plates, shunned the water and waited for the espresso machine to finish. While they waited they nibbled and all but forgot me. I caught myself seeking recognition by almost barking, but caught myself before it was too late. When my Mistress's friend dropped a scrap of bread she was told her not to worry. "fluffy, get that," my Mistress commanded and I dropped my mouth to scoop it up off a floor I kept spotless. After chewing and swallowing the bread I went for another drink from my bowl. The espresso was ready before I was done sipping, and we all headed into the living room, salad, bourbon and all. "Up on the pedestal, fluffy," my Mistress commanded and I moved to comply. It was a difficult climb but I made it with the help of their chuckling words of encouragement. Then I positioned myself on the blocks. Their wobbling kept me cautious. "Face away from the chairs fluffy. Face away from us and stand correctly," my mistress demanded as if surprised I hadn't already done so. I turned slowly away from my Mistress and her friend and began to position myself again. As I did my Mistress and her friend sat down to chatter over the espresso, and shots. The bricks were unsteady at this height and I needed to move slowly. I brought myself up as tall as I could and went into 'the arch'. I brought my wrists and my knees together, and tilted my head back. I then brought my behind up far enough, the tails tip to my nose. I was getting very good at this, and heard my Mistress whisper so to her friend. I hoped my balls were displayed properly and my ass cheeks high enough. I steadied myself to stop the bricks from swaying. I couldn't get the look on my neighbor's faces out of my mind. I tried believing I'd imagined the entire thing, and my neighbors had not seen me, but it was all too real. I enjoyed the aroma of the coffee and drifted in and out of thoughts, and my Mistress's conversation. "You will be the only one who can remove them," I heard the friend say and I couldn't help wondering what she meant. I knew my Mistress was going to fit me with new mittens and leggings, improving my ability to crawl. She wanted me outfitted before I moved in with her. She sounded very excited about whatever it was she was given, and made comments about my future. "I never realized how much fun humiliating another person could be, but I do now thanks to him. I plan to take this thing to the limit, and I mean the limit! It claims to enjoy the thrill of being humiliated and degraded and ya know what, I'm now woman enough to provide what it needs! We'll see just how much humiliation it can take." "Sister, it's trembling is adorable," my Mistress's friend said. I can't stop trembling when in the presence of My Mistress. "It's meant to tremble," my Mistress said in a cold voice. "It thrills to knowing I'm about to ram humiliation down its fukin' throat until it chokes. Then cram some up its butt till it's coming out its ears!" I heard words I never imagined this woman could use. My throbbing hard-on drooled for release, kept in a painful condition that I found pleasurable without explanation. My Mistress went on with promises. "I promise you this, by the end of two weeks it will have learned to fear me with good reason." Both women laughed out loud while I fidgeted and itched all over. "Oh, I don't doubt that, sister. Mmmm these salads are delicious." I knelt unsteadily, filled with anxiety over all I was hearing, contemplating my situation. I pondered my surrender to a woman I knew pretty well, and her subsequent take over of my life. Of her becoming my Mistress and taking control with an ease most unnatural. I was sure I should be scared and I was, but I didn't want to escape; at least not yet. I figured myself to be a normal person with a perverted craving for weird things! Rationalization made me feel good and helped me stand taller. I kept turning that thought over in my mind, rationalizing its rational. I didn't hear anything until the women returned from the kitchen again. They walked up to me and my mind returned to the moment. My Mistress held a book, pencil, and the camera. From what I could tell she was all smiles. My Mistress took some photos as her friend circled me slowly. The friend's curious attitude and flash of the camera brought me not only humiliation, but the sick need to stand tall and act proud. I looked past my tails tip and discovered a spot on the ceiling to stare at. I tried to escape from my mind and leave it a vacant building for my Mistress to occupy. Today I'd been humiliated beyond words, brought lower then I'd ever been and found myself craving more. Though at the same time, part of me wanted to go no further, didn't want to continue. My Mistress was on my right, her friend on my left. "Watch this," my Mistress said to her friend. She slipped her left hand under my belly and tickled the underside of my hard-on. Both women lowered their heads to watch the results. My cock swelled twitched and released a thick globule of syrup. My balls constricted in preparation to ejaculate and my entire body became tense. I began whimpering when someone's fingers and thumb caught one of my testicles and began rolling it. Both women were laughing and making jokes and comments. They seemed to take turns wrapping their hand around my boner and jerking me off, getting me to hump. "Don't move, fluffy," my Mistress commanded as they tried to make me disobey. "Oh you are a wicked one," her friend said. It was becoming very difficult to keep still, to keep from humping the fists as they took turns bringing me on. At one point both women were working a testicle and jagging me off at the same time. The duel attack was more than I could bear and my Mistress had to warn me about moving many times. As they pumped, pinched and giggled, my feet and pointed toes went into the air, my arms began to fold and I couldn't hold my hips in check. Their fists made loud sloshing noises that stopped only long enough for me to subside. I don't know how long this went on for, but I loved every moment and only wished I could orgasm once. They finally tired of their game and brought their hands to my mouth to be cleaned. I had to regain my posture and wasn't allowed to look down as the hands were held up for me to reach. It took a while, but I soon had all the hands clean enough to be washed with soap and water. They left my face coated in my own spit and the lubrication, and it itched like the rest of my body, but there was nothing I could do about it. I had to watch my mannerism, my poise and posture. The next thing I knew, my Mistress's friend was beside me. She had a tape measure and started measuring different parts of my body. As she measured, she stated the dimensions and my Mistress stopped photographing to write them down in the small book. I began to shake noticeably and her friend made a comment. "Relax, fluffy, I'm not going to hurt you. Why are you trembling so much," she asked with a swat to my behind. I would love to have answered her, but couldn't even if allowed, because I wasn't really sure. She measured my arms, the length and thickness; my wrists, hands and finger lengths. She measured my legs the same way and then measured my head in all dimensions. I really began to shudder when her hands came to my behind and testicles again. She made another comment behind suppressed laughter. "Oh fluffy... stop shivering! You must get accustomed to people looking and handling you," she said. I tried the best I could, but the very thought of my position left me with little control. She measured my behind, waist and hips. She was quite crude and thought nothing of yanking on my balls as she wanted. The more she worked the braver she became and the meaner she got. Of course I liked it and my Mistress caught it on disc. She finished after a long check and double check of many dimensions and then the women sat down to chat some more. At first they left me where I was, a little dizzier and dazed. My Mistress noticed and stood to help me down. "You look as if you've been drinking, fluffy," she said while slipping her finger through one of the metal eyes in my collar. It was true if I looked as weak as I felt, on the brink of going to pieces. I was ready to do anything, anytime, anywhere at all, for one orgasm, I could think of nothing else. The long strand of lubrication connecting my cock to the pedestal broke as it yanked free. I was towed from my perch by my Mistress, pulled from the blocks and guided to her chair. There I was made to stand between the ladies. My Mistress's left hand slipped under my belly and took hold of my penis near to the base. Then her right hand approached and with one snap, caused me to scream. I cried and my cock went limp, wilted. Then she sat back in her chair. "Stop, whimpering," she ordered. She had developed several ways of making my cock go soft and you have just seen one. The women sat back laughing. Entree Ch. 07 by: boy/the alter-ego of NastyPierre Chapter 7: The Outfit I had been left humping air without satisfaction, gratified by the experience of denial and the promise of tomorrow, which was today. I showered, shaved and prepared for the arrival of my Mistress by watching for her from my window. It had been a beautiful day and the sun was setting, the sky was clear and night arrived as a great blanket I wanted to roll up in and doze, to dream of puppy-hood. And yet, I was antsy, I felt as if I'd been waiting for years, a prisoner in solitary confinement who realized suddenly the warden was arriving to set me free. When the car pulled up and I saw my Mistress and her friend emerge, I crawled to the door and opened it slightly. My Mistress has keys, but I always left the door ajar. Once again I was waiting on my hands and knees watching through the crack as my Mistress and her friend got to my landing. Again my Mistress stopped in front of the neighbor's door and called me to her. Once again I complied and went crawling out to meet her without knowing whether or not my neighbors were home. And I did it while barking merrily and moving swiftly, glancing up at her friend as I approached. She had a large grin smeared across her face about to burst into laughter, bathing me in those emotions that choke me up with gobs of embarrassment. The friend carried a large leather satchel by a strap draped over one shoulder. It was shiny black and filled with my new 'outfit', I was sure. As expected she broke into a laugh as I humiliated myself for their benefit. Plowing through snide snickering I went up to my Mistress. I went up on my knees while moving my hands in ways meant to be cute, in ways she had shown me, as was expected of me. I held my boner out in front of me for her to see and shook it back and forth, sending a couple long thick strands in several directions. She seemed very pleased and brought her left hand forward. She held it just over my head and I jumped for it. I kept thinking about the neighbors but couldn't stop myself from doing what it was I was doing. I had to play my fantasies out, striving for results of an insatiable appetite. As she dangled her fingers in the air above me, my attempts to reach them with mouth and tongue became frantic displays of shear lunacy, from vulgar strings of pure depravity, from which I couldn't escape. This was my high. The women were taken by my actions and began laughing louder, almost roaring. I became very nervous and worried sick about neighbors responding to the commotion. Crawling out into the hallway of my apartment while naked was one thing I still disliked, and so it was something my Mistress had taken an immediate liking to. And she loved tempting fate by testing my ability to withstand moments of shear panic; allowing me at the very last microsecond to flee an imbroglio that would otherwise leave me devastated. Even now I was prepared to run back to my apartment at the first sound of an approaching resident, and my Mistress knew it. She understood why. She understood my craving for close encounters of the embarrassing kind and realized she could control me through them. She also knew I needed to be taken the rest of the way, that I was ready and ripe for the plucking. That is why my Mistress planned spending the next two weeks stoking my desires while honing my tolerance for humiliation and degradation. I continued out of control, jumping around from knee to knee, stretching to reach my lover with a tongue that wiggled and strained desperately. My lips snapped shut on failed attempts to help my tongue, and then opened again to try once more. I broke out into a sweat and drummed my knees to an erotic beat that kept me hopping higher. My Mistress finally allowed me to reach the tip of one finger with the tip of my lingua for a moment and the sensation was characteristically overwhelming. It made me sizzle and drove me to wilder rhythms and erotic movements. My knees were sore from struggling in a frenzy to reach it. I was sure the neighbors door would open and was prepared to dart off, but I had to capture that finger first, the entire hand, my friend and lover. I gurgled, barked, and whimpered in frustration while the women laughed almost without reservation. If I heard a door open I'd run, yet would hesitate for a taste, and stay for the hand, maybe. I was shaking with anticipation and hope, hoping my Mistress would allow me the finger, but she soon ordered me to reenter my apartment. As soon as she snapped her fingers and pointed, I darted away. "On your block," she said to my retreat. They found me kneeling on my cinder block, my head and ass high. The friend became serious and began speaking to my Mistress about me. Her defamatory rhetoric with references to different parts of my body only served to fill me with a wonderfully sick pride. I brought myself higher and realized the door had been left open. It wasn't that anyone could see in without walking up to my doorway, at least not very well anyway. It was the idea... no, it was the experience I craved. It fed on my perversions. Mistress found me a pitiful male, but knew I would make a noble pet, and she reminded me about that time and time again. She had left the door open as a sign to me, an indication of what was to come. I swallowed hard and began to reconsider my uncontrollable desire for shame, as the women approached. The warm hand wrapped itself around my hard-on and another scooped up my balls. The one began stroking my shaft and the other fisted my testicles. Between them I was brought back in line, humping away like a bunny, bucking in wild abandon, driven from concerns for anything else. I was kept ready for degradation, and whatever else my Mistress had planned. The hands were gone and I was left humping the air again. The women were at my legs before I realized where I was again. I almost remembered them wiping their hands off in my hair. First I looked to the door out of the fear of being caught, because that still worried me for some reason, then I looked back to find my Mistress. My Mistress seemed overly delighted by everything and was all smiles. Her friend had a legging and my Mistress helped her fit me into it. Together they zipped my left leg into a pink leather sheath that extended from my knee to my toes, leaving my big toe exposed. Yes, my outfit was of pink leather and I felt silly, yet excited. It acted like a second skin, and was fitted with a thin steel bar sewn into the leather along the length of my instep. The bar was narrow and only long enough to keep my foot from taking its natural bend. My lower leg was literally cinched tight against the bar and left immobile. Then my Mistress fitted my right leg and told me to stand. I looked at her to obey and put my feet to the floor, but found myself unable to comply. Because of the leggings I couldn't bend my feet, so I couldn't put either foot flat to the floor. My big toes had been forced into prominence, so in order to stand I needed to stand on them, and I couldn't imagine how, though I tried. I tried quite a number of times, but always fell. If I did make it up onto a toe, it was only for a brief second before falling in pain. Both women watched with glee as I tried over and over again, one eye in the doorway. I tried finding an alternative to my big toes and tried the side of my feet, but couldn't come close with either side. The women found my endeavors quite amusing and taunted me as I struggled without success. I finally gave up after hurting both toes terribly. I couldn't bend my foot to stand normally, nor walk like a ballerina, and was forced to crawl. My Mistress had been right again, now I had to crawl, so I crawled back up onto my cinder block. Next came the kneepads, followed by legging for my left arm. I placed my hand into what looked like a strange glove. The palm was attached to a dome like object and everything was sewn into a single piece of leather. My fingers and thumb were forced into their own narrow sheaths and made to fan out. They were made to clutch the dome-like object, which felt like an inverted cup. Once my hand was snuggly in place my Mistress zipped the leather sleeve together. It too was skin tight and ran to my elbow with the zipper disappearing under a pleat. After fitting my other arm, the friend appeared with a collar and harness ensemble. What did my Mistress see in pink and why on me I asked myself, as if I didn't know the answer. My Mistress took the collar from her and placed it around my neck. It was the widest one yet and the most restrictive. My Mistress used a large silver padlock to fasten the collar in place and its click was quite unnerving. Then she was handed a pink leather ball gag and forced it into my mouth. After securing it into place with straps she drew tight behind my head, she turned me to face the mirror. Her friend stepped back with camera in hand and my Mistress stood with scissors. I looked at both and my eye's opened wide as the drool ran from the corners of my mouth and from my cock's hole. I looked to the door, praying no one would appear suddenly. This situation was way too bizarre and I'd die if discovered. I would have to commit suicide if a neighbor saw me like this, there would be little alternative. My Mistress's left hand came to the rescue again, stroking me out of my thoughts and back into her world. I looked in the mirror, quite dazed and confused. I caught everything as my Mistress let my throbbing hard-on go to grab a fist full of my hair. She smiled and a flash went off, as she went at it with the shears. I was stunned immobile and shocked into disbelief. My face was held to the camera's flashes, the weight of all I now tolerated recorded. With a derisive grin spread from ear to ear, my Mistress went about cutting off all my hair as close to my scalp as she could. I actually cried during the entire episode and at one point actually attempted to pull from my Mistress's grasp. She stopped cutting my hair and slapped me across the face. "Listen wimp," she shouted in a tone I had never heard. She was standing in front of me, holding my chin in one hand, forcing eye contact. I saw and felt her passion, its intensity, and listened carefully to quietly blown words. "Let the games begin!" Entree Ch. 08 by: boy/the alter-ego of NastyPierre Chapter 8: Can't Scratch Every Itch The slap stunned me and left me gurgling in sputters that sprayed from the corners of my mouth. Though I made little sound my eyes overfilled with tears that immediately cascaded down the front of my face. My Mistress smiled when she saw my reaction and when I made no move to escape she became bolder. I was shaking as never before, trembling to my Mistress's actions and words, and she knew it only too well. The power I'd given her over my body had suddenly reached her head and the results were changing her into a Ms. Hyde. I could see it in her eyes, hear it in her voice, and feel it in the air. Her eyes turned dark, became glassy, and they looked through me in a cold unfeeling way. I was becoming more afraid by the moment, but took it to be the results of my surrender, the very feeling I was after. Any second thoughts I had were swept away by the starkness of my situation. As was our agreement, there was to be no turning back now, no getting up and walking out. What was to be would now be, and I could do nothing to stop it until our two weeks were up. The realization of what I'd gotten myself into slowly took me by the throat and choked the life out of me. I was a prisoner about to serve some unique time. My Mistress held my chin steady and almost spit words into my face. "Now, my little fluffy," my Mistress said. Her voice turned to a cold wind and it too frightened me. It sounded sinister, the tone rife with vibrations of pure evil. This was a new person, an eerie personality that I looked up to with newfound apprehension and a respect honed by fear. I shivered to her icy words as they hit me. "Behave yourself little boy, I'm not kidding! From this day forward you begin learning what humiliation is all about..." she stopped to laugh. "...And you can bet your life, that I'm gonna cram more humiliation down your little pussy throat than you can swallow. And then I'm gonna pack in even more! Bet on it boy," she said nodding. "For instance, I've decided to keep you entirely naked for the next two weeks." She was nodding her head quickly and snickering. "Yep, you didn't realize just how far I'd go, did you?" I was reeling to the shock waves caused by her words, as they hit me like storm driven waves against an unprotected shore. "I will keep you naked from this day forward and you will stay naked all of the time. All of the time, day and night!" She stopped long enough to continue snickering, grip my chin tight and take a breath. "No matter where we travel, or who we meet, you will be as you are now, my little puppy dog." It almost looked as if my Mistress were about to slap her knee in laughter. "So let's finish getting rid of all this unsightly hair, get you harnessed and then prepared. Then we can go down to my car." 'Prepared,' I thought to myself. "I can't wait to get you to my place... oh, I just can't wait." She finished, and like a hungry wolf she licked her lips. I looked at her, feeling like a turkey dinner waited to be carved. This moment represented the culmination of our strange relationship. It was proving to be more unusual then I'd thought possible. My Mistress released my chin and I watched in the mirror as she hacked off the rest of my hair. I made no other move to escape her. She let the hair fall on the floor as her friend took pictures and when she was finished, she put down the shears long enough to cuff my wrists. "Just a precaution," she said. I was perplexed by this and began to really worry as she moved to my behind. I jumped slightly when she gripped the first tuft of pubic hairs and clipped it away. "Keep your head down and your ass up, fluffy," she ordered and I complied by resting on my forearms. She worked on cutting my pubic hair as best she could and although it was a bit cumbersome, she enjoyed herself, snipping off hair as her friend snapped off pictures. I was getting over the slap as my hair was removed and when my Mistress was finished she disappeared. I stayed as I was as her friend continued to photograph me from every angle. "Look into the camera little guy..." the friend said and I complied. "...Arch for me little guy, come on..." and I obeyed, bringing my wet face to the lens and following it around as best I could. "...That's the way. I wanna see your little pee pee too. Stick that behind up! Come on... come on." She went on yelling orders and flashing pictures. "Show me what a 'hand-slut' you are. Ahhh, is he a little 'hand-whore'. Yea, he's in love with a hand... Oh... show me the whore in love with a hand ...look at me, look at me, look into the lens little guy!" She yelled order after order as the lens circled around me slowly, like a satellite around a moon, flashing and blinding continuously. "Smile," she yelled with a laugh. Some minutes later my Mistress returned with a pan of water, soap, and a razor. She went to my behind and I strained in a series of small wiggles to get it even higher. I couldn't get my behind higher, I couldn't make it any more assessable, and yet I tried because that's what my Mistress wanted. It made my Mistress happy and she let me know. "Very nice fluffy. Very, very nice. You're such a good little boy." The words spurred me to struggle with intent on proving to her that I was a puppy, which brought me more accolades, and her hands. She took my entire sack in one fist and squeezed until I grimaced for the camera. "They're so adorable, and they belong to me," she stated with satisfaction. I winced to the words as well as the pain because it was true. For the next two weeks I couldn't touch myself, or stand to walk away. I was a puppy and completely dependent on my Mistress for everything. My body belonged to her. The next thing I knew she was wetting down and lathering my groin and lower belly. She soaped everywhere but my balls. Those she gripped in one hand so she could maneuver me about as she shaved. I felt the razor glide over my skin with few snags, and the ones it caught made me jump. At one point my Mistress lifted both my knees from the concrete and held me in the air as my head lolled on the block. She cared nothing of the mess she was making and soon had me decorticated. Then she went for the balls. "Get these, will ya. I want some close-ups of these gems," she said to her friend. Her friend went to my behind and started in. "Hey, little guy! Hey little hand-whore. You look back here at me," she reminded me without looking in my direction. I obeyed and watched them work together, as my mind zeroed in on the hands and razor. My Mistress was very good at shaving and very careful too. She loved knowing my balls belonged to her and treated them like precious stones, most of the time. But she also used them to punish me and maneuver me about. She'd learned right away that my balls were connected to my heart and that made controlling me easy. I felt her grab one of my testicles and squeeze 'til the skin became taut. My Mistress wanted it very, very taut, and then I felt the razors edge. It scrapped me clean of every hair and left me baby soft. Then I heard the razor being rinsed and felt the razors return. My Mistress took her time with her new possessions and shaved my sack with meticulous precision. She loved to see the sack tight and swollen, balls pressing to escape and burst through the skin. She liked the way they moved as I crawled and always liked walking behind me. The razor was done and I was rinsed clean. Next she came to my head, shaved it bald and left laughing. When she returned she had gloved hands saturated in oil and went for my behind. She took my balls and cock, massaging one and stroking the other. I jumped into a bucking frenzy without thinking, but the hands disappeared too soon and in a fit of exasperation I released a spray of saliva from each corner of my mouth. In swift motions my mind couldn't follow my Mistress girded my sack with its own leather collar. "Just a precaution," she said again and I started rocking from knee to knee out of frustration, which earned me another swift swat. Now my sack glistened and itched. The oil was a mild irritant meant to cause severe itchiness for an hour or more. Before I knew what was going on, my Mistress placed what looked like a leather cage around my head. It was a collection of thin leather belts that came together at the back of my head. She quickly buckled each strap after drawing it tight. Then she tightened the belt holding the ball in my mouth. She had the ball nearly down my throat and the leather ripping at the corners of my mouth. I was crying, but it didn't matter because I've been crying often. Her sympathy came as a slap that told me to be quiet and behave, which I attempted to do. Finally she snapped the end of a short leash to the collar around my neck and with a yank, pulled me from the block. I landed on all fours and was hauled around by my Mistress 'til positioned in front of her. My Mistress proceeded showing me her newest toy, a shiny black dog whip. It was five feet nine inches of the stiffest leather, and came to one of the finest barbed tails. She was making it sing by swishing it in the air. It was right in front of me and its song took my breath away. "Its bite is worse than its bark," my Mistress warned. The irritant started biting and I looked up to her in alarm, realizing what she knew already. Though I kept my eyes up to her, I lost control and was forced to bounce and rub my thighs together for a relief I couldn't attain. I began fidgeting and had to keep fighting the need to scratch myself. I wanted to obey, but the itch demanded disobedience and was tearing me asunder. In moments my mind collapsed under the siege and I moved to scratch myself, but the first movement of a paw in that direction drew the dog whips attention and first bite. It caught my right cheek as a lesson to learn and I screamed in gurgles and sputters most profound. SNAP! It hit me fast and its bite was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. I jumped into the air, tears jumping from my face, and my Mistress shortened up on the leash, pulling me closer. "Behave yourself," she screamed as I struggled to obey. I was still crying because of the stinging pain and I couldn't stop drooling or leaking. I didn't want her to use the dog whip again and was going to do anything to avoid it. I tried to line up my tail and nose, but the itch made me tremble and I doubled over. I fought the movement of a paw I couldn't control. SNAP! Another bite of the dog whip made me jump into the air again and howl to a pain I couldn't believe. I vowed that would be the last one, and made to straighten, but couldn't. My Mistress had to bring me under control and hold me steady. "Stand still, fluffy, or I'll tan your hide good with this whip. Understand me," she screamed. I tried to let her know I did understand only too well, but I couldn't see through my tears and clouded visions. I wanted her to understand the itching was out of control and I couldn't do as she bade me. I wanted to obey her and I fought with myself, and tried to think of anything else and nothing at all, but nothing worked, and I moved as before. SNAP! Yet another snap of the whip sent me into the air and started me choking. Again I was yanked into position and yelled at. "Stand still fluffy and look up at me." I obeyed. "And keep looking at me. Keep your eyes on me and keep your paws on the floor." Again I promised myself that would be the last whipping, while I listened to her words filter through screams created by itchiness and pain. I tried to decipher all I heard and stay aware, but was loosing touch with reality. I felt a billion bugs feasting on my organ and was driven to the point of total insanity. My legs started twitching and I clenched my ass cheeks tight. I was sweating and shivering, and made to press my thighs together, and move a paw. SNAP! I jumped into the air again and was hauled back into position. "You're just not going to learn are you," my Mistress screamed down at me as loud as she could. She was wrong; I would learn I promised myself yet again. The pain couldn't have been greater and I couldn't have been crying harder. I was having difficulty keeping my breath through my nose and couldn't stop my holes from excreting. The snap of the whip caused the itch to disappear momentarily and I looked up at my Mistress for help. She sent the dog whip back and forth in front of me and smiled and I tried swallowing. "Behave yourself," she yelled and I prayed. With that she bent over and snapped the end of another leash to the collar around my scrotum. "I told you it would come in handy as a precaution. What-a-ya-say-now? Hmmmm? It's because you can't be trusted I'm using it." She stood and used that leash in conjunction with the other. With the aid of both leashes my Mistress kept me standing close and quite tall. I felt like a marionette for sure and I liked it. She couldn't entirely stop me from fidgeting though, but she wasn't shy about using the dog whip to try. She watched my paws carefully and attacked my ass for the slightest movement. I stood trembling and in sweat, and completely at wits end. I was about to provoke the most viscous attacks for the chance to scratch myself just one time. SNAP! The dog whip even bit my thoughts and I jumped again, only to be held in place by the leashes. My scrotums leash was most effective considering, but the itches were overwhelming and tugged at my heart. The moments of relief provided by the whip's bite were getting shorter. I prayed for the strength to keep the itch from my mind till it was over. It was a loosing battle, for I was a field of ripe spring wheat set upon by hordes of ravenous locust. "Look at me fluffy. You look at me," she yelled and when I did she looked up at her friend with instructions. "Get the car and we'll be down in a minute," she said. She had that smirk on her face and her friend responded with a big smile that beamed of an enthusiasm most sinister. The friend looked at me and laughed, then left by the front door, closing it behind her. I should have been relieved. Entree Ch. 09 by: boy/the alter-ego of NastyPierre Chapter 9: Like Stealing Candy from a Baby I didn't think my ball gag would ever become comfortable and tried to catch my breath through my nose. Here, along with my butt-plug, was something else I had to gnaw on, something to keep my mind on. My Mistress provided me something for my front, as well as my rear. It made swallowing and drooling involuntary and came with straps that bit into the sides of my mouth in admonition, as an indelicate reminder more disturbing then the leggings and tail, but still no match for my groin's itchiness. The itchiness was a beast, an abomination that kept me twitching and on the brink of doubling over. I was beyond controlling myself for very long and would begin squirming without even realizing it. It was the bite of dog whip and yank of leash that kept bringing me back in line. My Mistress held both leashes tight and so short I was practically lifted into the air. My face and body were dripping in sweat, tears, and saliva that ended up on the floor along with my cock's slaver. I could feel the moisture cascading down my face and body in sheets. I could feel it run in ticklish rivers, down my arms and thighs, over hills and into crevices. The constantly changing currents of warm and cold, along with my organ being eaten alive, were helping to drive me out of my mind. But my Mistress didn't care about my misery and pulled the leashes even tighter. She'd made it clear she had every intention of keeping me as miserable as she could until I learned my place. Even now my Mistress was simply waiting for me to compose myself, which was impossible under the circumstances, but she not only understood this, she counted on it. On top of all this, my head was now strapped into a leather contraption I'd just become aware of. I wished to keep it out of my mind, but it was so confining and had become so irritating, it was unimaginable and compelling beyond measure. My head was literally bound into a leather grating that was very tight and extremely unpleasant. There was a strap girding my forehead and there must have been at least five belts crossing my head in all, maybe as many as seven. There was a triangle of small leather straps through which my nose protruded and one that connected under my chin without interfering with my mouth. The binding ran in every which direction and pressed in from all directions. My Mistress had cinched my head tight and I felt as if my head were about to explode and I almost wished it would. SNAP! The whip caught my buttocks again and I jumped. My mind took off and then crashed back to earth while my Mistress used the leashes to hold me in position. I no longer knew what I was doing, nor cared what was happening to me and let the leash's dictate my posture as best they could. The itching, leashes, and dog whip were my only reference points and between their arrivals and departures I began rubbing my thighs together anew. I'd almost forgotten where I was and really didn't care, because I was in the grips of a single desire, a craving so powerful it dominated every brain cell I had, closing my mind to anything else. I needed to catch my organ with my thighs at all costs; I needed to scratch the itch. I needed to do this so badly I was ready to do anything at all. But the dog whip came to remind me yet again. SNAP! Its devastating bite caught my right buttocks and inside thigh. It was a slap in the face, a flash of reality that came out of the sky as a lightening bolt and hit with as much force. My Mistress kept me in line and standing obediently even though my head was spinning and tumbling in chaotic disturbances I would do anything to quell. My Mistress yanked the leashes and I lifted my head, knowing what it was she expected of me. I looked up in search of her and my tails tip, but couldn't locate either. She yanked on my balls to lift my ass and tail higher. Since I couldn't see very well through my tears, I relied on my Mistress for guidance. "Come on, I'm waiting," she said in a suddenly more pleasant voice. She yanked on my balls again and I strained to get my ass even higher. I felt the tails tip brush my forehead and tilted my head to send my nose in pursuit. I missed it again and thought I heard my Mistress giggle. I felt very much like a falling-down drunk trying to touch her nose while seeing double and reeling from Bourbon. "Would you like me to make the itch go away fluffy," my Mistress asked me. I shook my head yes and attempted to bark. I figured she would understand my gurgles and sprays. I felt the tails tip bounce around on my face, tickling my forehead cheeks and chin, but I had the hardest time making it meet the tip of my nose. "Okay. First you must stand properly," she said, and I may have wondered what it was she thought I was attempting to do, but I was only a puppy. "I promise to make all the itch go away once we get to my car," she went on. So I followed her instructions and went on fighting the need to scratch while trying to connect nose and tail. Anything, I would do anything at this point to be rid of the itchiness; anything at all. "Come on now, get that nose and tail together little boy and it's off to the car and bye bye itch," she said almost softly. She yanked on the leashes a bit and let me have another snap of the dog whip. The barbed tip caught either cheek or inside thigh, yet always spared my testicles, and for that I was thankful. Snap! "Get in position and I'll make the itch go away. Come on, let's go take care of that terrible itch right now," she said again. The screams caused by the itching were drowning out the voice of my Mistress, and the itch was threatening to take me down again. Still I struggled to follow orders because I wanted my Mistress to make the itch go away more than anything else in the world. So I fought against overwhelming odds to keep from scratching myself as my body turned into one big itch and terrorized me to death. Snap! Another bite brought me back in line long enough to take the short trip to the back door. As we headed down the hallway she continued to yell commands, keeping the leashes short. She almost lifted me several times but I didn't care because the itchiness was killing me. Whenever I got to a point of failing to the itch, another snap curtailed that moment's reflection and I crawled on to the yanks. I think my Mistress may have gotten her biggest surprise upon reaching the back door. It was then that I jumped a little ahead. Suddenly and to her surprise I jumped up and put my front paws on the knob, pretending to turn an object I couldn't even grip. It was her promise to relieve me of the itch when I got to her car that spurred me into this burst of action. 'Yes, she had been right once more', I thought to myself as her hand came to my rescue. The door opened and I went back and down with it. Yes, she'd been right again... she already had me crawling out my door and into the world entirely naked. "Come along fluffy," my Mistress said pulling me along beside her and out of my apartment. Entree Ch. 10 CLANGH!!... Is what I heard. It was simply the 'click' of my door locking shut, but it startled me in a way no sound ever had. Suddenly, there was meaning to where I was and I instantly realized what i'd done -and I freaked out big time. Stunned, I spun around and lunged for the knob once more. I was shaking my head no,no,no,no,no,no, sending sweat and tears in all directions, as I twirled on one knee, sending my boner bouncing and spraying juice everywhere. This time it was desperation that compelled me, to once again take possession of something I couldn't grasp. i couldn't hold the doorknob with my leather paws and I started whining in frustration. I was frightened, scared to death and I needed to get into my apartment before it was too late. I could hear my Mistress chuckling and I became frantic. Driven by fear, I began fighting with the round brass ball as it slipped and jiggled uselessly in my grip. I was crying to get inside, sobbing from the need to escape shame, a monster that held me with claws of ice as it pecked at my spine. It was not as I expected, nor wanted and I was left bewildered, perplexed, quite beside myself. Soon I began pawing at the door and pounding in fits of genuine distress, but to no avail. I pushed and elbowed the wood until a yank pulled me away and spun me around. I fell to all fours and dropped my head in disgrace. I was left with a pounding heart, about to burst from my chest. I felt people watching me, heard them murmuring and I was afraid to look up. I was shaking like a leaf and didn't want to play any more, but didn't know how to make my Mistress understand. I wanted to be rid of this itch and knew what it was, I needed to do. I wanted to go back into my apartment and wanted to say so. I wanted to be rid of the itch and... It was my Mistress, a few reassuring words and several sharp bites of the whip that brought me around. SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! I squealed, jumped and was yanked around to each and every snap. I was pulled by my Mistress from side to side and almost thrown off balance. I cried, whimpered and begged for my Mistress to stop and when she did, it was to shorten the leash and bring her head closer to mine, so she could yell. "This is humiliation fluffy," she said in a voice quite loud. She yanked on the leash and brought my head up, forcing me to look out into the yard. My eyes climbed over the garage roofs and up, to porches on apartments across the alley. "Now stand up tall and make me proud, or you will be sorry!" Her boldly stated words may have been tinged with amusement, but they came as truth that made me cringe and I cowered back before obeying. Her voice dropped a bit, became extremely personal and she went on. "Listen to me little boy. If you don't do as I say right now and at this very instance, I will whip you until you comply. And then, you will end up doing as I say anyway!" I listened to My Mistress, lost in thoughts of what I thought I saw. I was compelled to look at my surroundings and saw a persons face in every shadow. I was beaten and wanted to get out of here -and get rid of this itch as soon as possible. I hadn't been able to stand still or keep from rubbing my thighs together and cried for my organs unbearable condition. But I knew better than to disobey my Mistress and did as she ordered. I brought myself up as best I could. SNAP! "I told you what to expect and you knew what to expect, so how do you like humiliation now little boy," she asked as I jumped to the bite and sprayed my meaningless messages. She laughed at my pitiful responses and pulled me around to her advantage. SNAP! "Hold still little one! Don't be such a baby!" my Mistress said as I jumped to more pain and was wrenched back into position. She finally bent down to catch my chin with the tip of a finger. She allowed me to calm down, lifted my eyes to hers and spoke on. "This is what you wanted isn't it?" I couldn't see her very well and couldn't stop sniffling either, but I tried to accomplish both. I had no fight left while strapped into an outfit I couldn't remove and had to agree it was true. But i'd changed my mind so I shook my head no. "What? Are you calling me a liar?" "Nnngghh, nnngghh," I struggled to say while shaking my head no. "Oh?... Then you're the liar?" "mmuuhh, mmmuuhh," I sprinkled while shaking my head yes. "Good! Our agreement is for this two week period and during that time I am to teach you all about humiliation! So guess what," she said sarcastically. "I'm starting now!" She released my chin and stood. I was drained of all but spunk and my Mistress had little problem bringing me back into position. I could struggle some against the leash round my neck, but not against the one round my balls. With that leash my Mistress could get me to do almost anything and I found myself standing taller than ever before. Talk about a beautiful night... naturally this would have to be the nicest one of the year. The moon was full, unlike any i'd ever seen and it floated in an ocean of the deepest, darkest blue, in a star spangled sky that was crystal clear. I looked up in awe, a naked fool that itched in more ways then one and as never before. I looked up at the neighbors back door window, wondering if they were peeking out at me. Maybe they had friends visiting or our other neighbors. Maybe some people from down the street even. I didn't detect anything, but doubted myself entirely. My Mistress took a short grip on each leash and bent over. "Behave yourself fluffy," she warned about the time my thighs started pressing together. With that she turned to ring my neighbors bell and I bolted. I was startled into trying to run and rub my thighs all at once -and fell into my Mistress. I moved to hide behind her but she would have none of that. With one tug she took my knees off the ground to make me still. "You never learn," she murmured while holding me aloft by my scrotum. My eyes opened wide to the pain and darted to the buildings across the alley. I felt fortunate that my porch was unlit, but took little refuge in it. My Mistress is strong and after using my balls to lift my knees, she used the other leash to lift my front paws. Then my arms hung limp beneath me, dangling with my head, cock and balls and only my big toes touched the ground. Like that she maneuvered me around to face my neighbors door and I looked up to their window without choice and contemplated a quick scratch. "You make me go to such ridiculous lengths fluffy. Please learn to behave yourself." She used both leashes in order to accomplish the task and then went on. "You do want to say good bye, don't you." She rang their bell again and then sighed in dismay. "Darn, that's the second time we've missed them and I've wanted them to meet you," she said. "The real you, that is," she continued with a smirk. My Mistress spun around in exasperation pulling me with her and we started down the steps. I wasted no time in leading the way like an obedient puppy would. I wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible and I didn't want to be whipped again. Besides, I wanted my Mistress to get rid of the itch, so I traveled with a purpose. It wasn't as difficult to crawl down the steps as i'd imagined. My Mistress held me back to keep me from falling forward as we descended and that helped. I was on the second story and it seemed to take forever to get down, but we did it. But soon as we hit the bottom step I became hysterical again, so my Mistress responded by attacking my buttocks again, with a series of quick reminders. SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! The pain was more than I could bear and each swat caused me to jump higher. I leapt around on the concrete until I gave up and couldn't move anymore. My buttocks and thighs were on fire, burning with a pain that rivaled the itch in providing misery. I no longer cared who saw me, or how many people saw me, or who they were. I was out of breath and gasping through my nose for air, in amounts quite inadequate. I finally tried to calm myself down and looked around. Things looked a lot different from down here. My world was torn from the silver screen, from a movie I once saw. I think it was called, Mistress, You Shrunk the Puppy, or something like that. I was smaller than i'd ever been, reduced to an insignificant creature of limited functions. For the first time in fifteen years I saw the fence that circled the yard. It was a giant wooden barrier and I looked for the upper edge, but it was miles above me. I tried to remember what i'd seen from over the fence, but couldn't remember a thing. I turned my head to look down the long gangway leading to the front of the building. I shivered, to the thought of someone turning the corner and a warm summer breeze that caught me in the most pleasant way. I wanted to hide, but settled for parting my thighs so my balls could bobble in the coolness. The wind raced around my fevered organ, easing ever so slightly a suffering I thought would never end. I shook my balls and bat and enjoyed this little bit of comfort while turning about in fear. i held my head up, allowing the air to cool my brow and overheated body. I saw a large grass yard nestled between the building and garage -and wondered how i'd ever missed it. I peered down the walkway leading past the garage and refuse containers and spotted an ark, my risqué refuge. It was my Mistress' friend and I was actually happy to see her. She was parked in the alley at the end of the path and I began moving to her. She was in the drivers seat of my Mistress' auto, beckoning me through the opened door "Nice night isn't it," I heard a male voice say aloud. I was shocked and almost couldn't move. I became very upset over the thought of being seen and maybe watched at that very moment. The voice was above me, at least two yards away, but I feared this was it. My Mistress was going to let this person see me like this and I was in a revitalized state of panic. "Yes a beautiful night," my Mistress answered. She acted as if nothing were amiss and that really worried me. I suddenly feared for the worse, for that moment I awaited in desire and dread... to be seen by a stranger. My cock pulsated and drooled with the desire to be discovered, while my reason cowered in dread. This was its dream and my nightmare, to be mortified and driven insane by emotions I couldn't pass. "What ya doin," the inquisitive voice continued. It was the voice of a big man and it sounded as if he were attempting to get closer. I would have run away for sure, if it weren't for the leashes and the fact I couldn't stand up. I was unable to do anything other than obey and pray my Mistress would spare me this beautiful night. "Oh just walking my dog," my Mistress said with a chuckle. "It's a beautiful night for it.... and what are you doing up so late?" Damn I thought to myself. I was right, my Mistress planned to meet with this guy. Maybe she planned to have all the neighbors see me off. My circumstance was frightening me, the itch was killing me and the cool breeze no longer counted for anything. I was at wits end and looked to my Mistress' friend. The mans voice came on stronger. "Yes it is. Mind if I join ya for the walk. I love dogs." With those words, my heart stopped dead and my head fell. "Well I'm actually in a hurry tonight. Have someone waiting for me here right now actually. Maybe another night though." At those words. I perked up and felt a relief I couldn't explain, considering how little it actually meant. "Oh! Yea, sure, no problem." My Mistress released both leashes and whispered aloud. "Go ahead fluffy, run to the car." I wasted no time and took off as fast as I could. I didn't dare look around while crawling to the auto and hopped inside without looking back. "Stay in the well," the friend said, keeping me from the front seat. She placed one hand on my head and pushed me down while watching my Mistress approach. My Mistress reached the car laughing aloud, got in and closed the door. She straddled me and sat back in the seat roaring in laughter. Her friend broke out in laughter also and grabbed the stick. She put the car in gear, stepped on the gas and we were off to Never, Never Land. Entree Ch. 11 Chapter 11: Magic Car-Pit Ride The summers heat finally caught up with me, smothered me, as if I needed more misery. I was squeezed into a very small space and looked up at my Mistress from between her legs. She held her head in the open window, allowing the wind to blow through her hair as we raced to where ever it was we were going. I'd never been to my Mistress' home and did not want to think about it right now. I was already upset with myself, for having allowed it to go this far. What began as a game had turned slowly serious and I couldn't remember how. I was now worried for some reason and couldn't understand why. My organ was screaming for relief and I wondered when. I was a slow smoking slab of pork, sweating in an oven so hot I started to cry again. Like a skewered, spitted roast, I wept from every pore of my body, a true weeping virgin. My jaw ached from the ball, my rectum ached from the plug, the straps were tight and pinched me everywhere. My leggings were uncomfortable and my entire body itched. All I could do is pray it was all a dream and I would awaken at any moment. I would be home in bed and everything would be fine. While the car's movements lulled me to sleep, several hands came to me. One scratched the back of my neck, one scratched the areas around my butt-plug and the other worried my testicles. What more could I ask for? I groaned softly, vibrated uncontrollably and allowed myself to let go. I was steered by three hands, my lover and her two friends and I drifted away. My head was spinning and my mind started rolling down the steepest hill I'd ever seen, tumbling, somersaulting over and over, down, down, down. Only I was rolling up the hill, rolling over and over, faster and faster, exhilarating, but beyond my imagination. Everything blurred and I closed my eyes to keep from becoming dizzy, until I felt myself thrown into space. I opened my eyes in the heavens and took in my first real breath of fresh air, it was nirvana. I looked into the wind, then into the dark blue sky and saw all I felt. I tried to capture a billion stars and focus on a moon that wobbled about the skies. My body was in the hands of experts, kept on the brink of insanity, teetering on the verge of ejaculation. I was torn between pain and pleasure, kept in a state of constant excitement and I loved it. With my cock as the rudder and mind a canvas stretched taut, my mistress sailed me into space, as a boat soaring for the outer fringes of delight. I was in a Persian fairy tail sailing through the universe on a magic carpet. I had come to dance with the stars and visit with genies in hopes of obtaining a wish. It was here, amongst the heavenly objects created by a just god, I would find her, my lover, my mistress' left hand. It seemed to take hours, days and longer, for my minds search to unfold. I was entirely naked, without tail, leggings or gag. I traveled to every corner of the universe in failure, only to find her after giving up. I found her, in a canopied cloud bed above the earth. She was stretched out, laid open and I saw her as a bride on her wedding night, awaiting husband. The longest finger beckoned me closer, the thumb tapped on the bed and the entire form called to be held in my arms and I raced to comply. There weren't enough Arabian Knights to slow me down, nor genies with three wishes each. Strange as it seemed, this was all I wanted, the woman I adored and lady I loved. She barged into my life one day, quite unexpectedly and became the first one to ever touch me. She came to me, then pulled me to her, my first lover and first mistress too. I can remember standing there dumbfounded as her hands unzipped my fly and slipped into my pants to take my organ. I can remember not knowing what to do and at first I starred at her like a fool. My hands made feeble attempts in defense but ended up fluttering around uselessly, as my cock and balls were molested. My eyes darted around the office, over every cube within range. I searched for a sign of danger as my attacker squeezed my balls and made me squeal. At that, I looked at her in shock and made to stop everything, but couldn't. These emotions were too powerful for reason and its lessons on life. No one had ever touched me before and I liked it, I liked it more than anything I'd ever experienced till then. Actually my cock loved it even more, and I had difficulty over-ruling him on anything. I was a virgin and he was tired of being caged. He was thrilled by the turn of events, this hand and that strengthened the hold it's tentacles had on my mind. Within moments the hand was drenched in a lubrication it skillfully extracted from me. My underwear soaked through in spots and the front of my slacks were dampening. I was a nervous wreck, incapable of movement or speech, the hand was a consummate lover and its owner had intentions beyond my wildest dreams. Over and over the wicked hand brought me to the brink of orgasm only to stop me short, while this lady started telling me of a game. The hand continued its relentless siege of my heart and soul, as this woman asked me to play along with her. They told me of this game I would enjoy very much and in fact we were playing it right there and then. I had no doubts about enjoying the game and continued scanning for any approaching fellow workers. I knew little about my bold assailant and wondered what brought her to me. She was a vice president, had a private office somewhere upstairs and I was a nobody. I glanced down at the wrist whose hand was working on my hard-on and smiled at the scene. I pictured an adolescent couple tumbling around under the sheets and felt elated for my poor neglected organ. The front of my pants were now soaked through and I became concerned without really caring. I looked up to find the female mugger smiling at me, unconcerned about the results and I looked down quickly. Hot flashes surged through my body and I flushed with a terrible shame. I was trembling, excited beyond measure and intrigued by the idea of the game as I tried to understand it. I was pushed well-beyond myself while held at bay, and my cock promised to kill me if I didn't play along. I had little choice and told her of my interest, in a tiny voice full of sputtering. I spoke in a meek voice that told of my inexperience and I am sure it was a factor in everything hence. For the next twenty minutes she told me the rules of the game. I was stunned to say the least, but my cock was convinced by the hand and there was nothing else I could do. It was a simple game. This woman was to become my mistress while I courted her left hand. I would learn how to become a puppy to her and in return, the hand would be my lover. I would strive to play the part of a show dog and when successful, the hand would become my bride. My head was spinning and watching for the approach of a fellow employee, while trying to understand everything, was making me dizzy. I must have asked some meaningless questions and accepted foul responses that I gulped down as an elixir meant to cloud judgment. I no longer cared what made sense or not and knew what I wanted. I reached out and took her wrist in my hand, using it to steady myself. The vice president, mistress, my mistress smiled at my reaction and her hand redoubled its efforts. My mistress knew she was holding me up and tested my need for dependency further. I loved what she was doing to me and never wanted her to stop. It would be stupid to turn down the game, shear lunacy to refuse something that felt this wonderful. I wanted the hand, I wanted the feelings and didn't wish to jeopardize the relationship, or what ever it was. The game must go on. Soon my mistress was at my apartment every weekend and the game slowly evolved without constraints. I was allowed to be myself, or at least the way I saw myself through the eyes of my mistress and her hand. Regardless of what they expected, my cock was in love with the hand, and we spent hours watching for her from the apartment window, drooling in expectation. When she was there it was heaven and I learned to love her as much as my cock did. Together we worshiped her as our princess and learned to be respectful, while using her sexually. We learned the arts of pleasing and the disciplines of denial. We learned our places in all worlds, in all relations to our mistresses and played to win the game in each. We were a pair of puppies, or one dog and only my mistress knew. She soon had me under her thumb, under heel and toe. She soon had me walking a fine line and promising to take me a little further. I'd one day earn the right to orgasm and it wouldn't take long. For the first time in my life another's hand would bring me off and I'd do anything to make it happen ... I was doing anything! It was a moment I lived for and I did everything my mistress ordered, in hopes of winning the game. My mistress took me far in a short time and convinced me I liked being her puppy and I did. She taught me of my needs, my desire to be humiliated while having sex and I found it true, truly exciting. She dug into areas of my psyche unbeknownst to me, into mine shafts of decadence and golden opportunity. She drilled into and extracted molten rock from areas of perversion long festering as bubbling magma. Each eruption emboldened me and led me further into the game, but my mistress was always one step ahead. She extricated and brought to the surface the most disgusting inner qualities she could find in me, those she could have the most fun with. She helped me understand compulsions I'd neglected and she stoked the furnaces of desires too long denied. My world was turned upside down and I clasped to my chest the only concept I cared to think about, sex. Because that's all a dog thinks about anyway, I know because my mistress told me so and my mistress wouldn't lie. I fell from the heavens and landed on my lover, a hand the size of me. It was dressed as a recently deflowered bride in the remnants of a beautiful gown, now ripped and torn as needed. She was lying on her wedding bed, on her back, with arms and legs spread wide. I landed on my stomach and stretched to wrap my arms and legs around her while my hard-on sought his first sexual experience, but my lover had intentions. It's middle finger curled and the tip came to my mouth, to poke at my puckered response. I opened wide and it slipped inside, then ran down my throat in a swift plunge. My eyes opened wide and made to tear, as a thumb tip came to my behind. It nudged my sphincter open and wheedled itself inside, then it too, in one swift motion popped inside and was gripped by my terrified chute. I was now skewered and prepared for my first orgasm. Excluding nails... The finger was at least three foot long and from three to four inches wide. It fucked my esophagus gently and kept me retching along the entire length. My lips labored to form the perfect seal around the digit and I tried without success to relax my throat. The thumb was over two foot long and from four to five inches wide. With apparent delicacy it fucked my rectum and had me clenching my buttocks. In jumps and starts I tightened and relaxed, while gnawing in vain on this massive intrusion. I endeavored to relax my sphincter and the entire length of my ravaged chute, but this was all so new to me. Instead of getting my arms and legs around my lover, my extremities fluttered uselessly on the sides, guided by the tempo of my invaders. My paws seemed to float in the clouds and I could no longer feel them, nor cared. My body was held close to the soft, moist palm and I tingled to its warmth while struggling to get closer. My boner was mashed between us, resting in and along an area of the palm designed for him, vibrating uneasily. He too was guided by the rhythm of the invaders, regulated to oscillations beyond his control. He was lost to a continuous vibration meant to keep him on the brink of ejaculation without benefit of release. He hardened to the brink of exploding and drooled as never before, yet never got off. In moments we had the palm and front of my body saturated in fluids and stickiness. Without much success I struggled to press our bodies together and mash myself onto this wondrous creature. Then the palm closed ever so slightly, it moved only enough to envelop my waiting cock and allow me to fuck. As if by instinct, I fumbled into gear, unsure and concerned about my performance. I was fucking someone of the opposite sex! My first sexual experience, my first intimate relationship and now... my first orgasm with a real woman. I pushed the rules aside and began humping like the dog I was. I couldn't find my paws to brace myself, but bore down on my first ejaculation anyway, while skewered on a spit. Every hole and pore of my body exuded some type of moisture, some type of dewy lubrication that added to the feeling. I thought I was fucking my lover in earnest and hoped I was pleasing her as well. I was humping and pumping my heart and soul out. I was reaming and screaming, squeezing my insides from within. I was finally at the door, finally arriving and the orgasm built with the lava now surging to the surface. The molten seed rushed through the tube on its way to give tribute to the one eliciting its release. It pushed to the surface and I was prepared to release the mother of all sighs, when the flow was cut short and pain plucked me from the sky. Gone were the finger and thumb, gone was my lover and magic carpet, gone were the clouds and the world I once knew. I fell to the earth and opened my eyes, awake. I looked up, then turned my head to look back at my mistress. I was in her hand and she looked somewhat displeased. She was still holding my cock in the pinch she used to deflate his ego and it kept a great many tears in my eyes. "What did I tell you about acting vulgar," my mistress said in a terse voice. I became as motionless as trembling discreetly would allow. Once quieted, her hand brought me on again and I was a throbbing hard-on in no time. I had watched my mistress control me and was left with an adoration I couldn't understand. She brought me to the point of humping, but I stayed still and allowed myself to be brought to the brink several times without moving a muscle. I panted, sweat and trembled like an earthquake while closing my eyes and tensing every muscle in my body. "We'll speak more on the subject of vulgarity later," I heard my mistress say and I opened my eyes again. I looked to her and she spoke on. "We're finally here Fluffy." I turned my head in time to see us pull into the driveway. We were definitely in the country and the house was definitely large. My mistress opened the door and ordered me out. I looked at the gravel road as I climbed from my mistress lap and felt the crunch of stones under paw as I landed. My mistress followed me and came to stand over me with her hands on her hips, legs spread, feet planted firm. "Well Fluffy, this is it ... your new home!" Entree Ch. 12 Chapter 12: First Night's Bite The house of my Mistress had two floors, a gabled roof, porch and attic. i'd soon discover it had a dungeon too. It was painted in shades of gray and not easy to see in the light of a moon and stars now blocked by trees. We were in the middle of the country, surrounded by nature and i felt out of place. The night air may have been cold and caused me to shiver, but i still found it refreshing. It was fantastic, considering what i'd been through and my present condition. i enjoyed the diversionary sound of the gravel under paw and twisted mine to make the crunching sound. My Mistress looked down at me and waited until i happened to look up to her. "Heel," she ordered and i crawled around to her left side. i got into position and waited for her to move. i continued adjusting myself, hoping to please my Mistress as never before. "It can spend the night in its new home," my Mistress said while starting off. i caught the movement of her left leg and moved in unison, The three of us started moving off the gravel and onto grass. My Mistress moved at a leisurely pace, allowing me time to keep up with her. i pranced along proudly, hoping to demonstrate my sincerity and love. i looked around some, attempting to make out the territory and found my night vision getting better by the moment. By the time we strolled to the back of the house i was able to see clearly. Problem was, it was pitch black. Before i knew it, we were standing before a very high Cyclone fence and the friend opened a gate. My Mistress looked down at me and followed a snicker with a lightening fast right hand. She gave my behind a swat that sent me forward onto my face and i made to recover as best i could. SWAT! "Get in there," she yelled following me with another swat even before i got up on all fours. SWAT! i scrambled up and was sent to the side by the next one, but steadied myself quickly. My Mistress chased me through the gate with yet another series of swats. SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! The barrage sending me this way and that and onto my face again, into the dirt. Swats were all i heard till i heard the gate squeal shut. Then it slammed and i heard the CLICK of the lock. All was lost, or was this 'found'? My Mistress and her friend were laughing aloud as they walked away and i watched them enter the house. i was confined near to the back door and put my face to the fence so i could see better. i didn't see any lights and began hearing strange noises that frightened me. They came from the woods around me and they made me uneasy, my stomach queasy. i looked under myself, at my cock and found him more swollen than i'd ever seen him. He was harder and more rigid then ever, bringing me more pain than ever and i needed to get him out of my mind. My balls were painfully bloated and kept me doubling over. The general itch that permeated my entire body was a fiendish relief i regretted soon after remembering. The night sounds were increasing and i decided to look around. i was confidant my Mistress would not leave me in danger and there was no reason for me to worry. i decided to walk along the fence and see how far it extended, although i could surmise that by simply looking from where i was. i crawled on a hard dirt surface calculating my prison to be a thirty foot cube, approximately. The heavy duty fences were at least thirty foot high and the roof was the same Cyclone fencing. The fence was constructed around a dog house. with enough room to crawl around it. i could tell i was in a yard surrounded by trees, but little else in so little light. i had never been in such darkness, blackened sky the only light and it scared me to death. i finally walked up to the entrance of what i figured to be my sleeping quarters and sure enough found my name carved in a plaque hanging over the entrance. FluffyBoy. i poked my nose inside and sniffed around so to speak. Apparently the house was constructed for me and my tail and i stepped inside. It was about six foot square and i found it easy to turn about under the gabled roof. The floor was of dirt and i wondered what it was my Mistress had in mine. i was surprised she would make me sleep out of doors, if that was her intention, yet i thought not. Why had my Mistress not removed the ball from my mouth, or plug from my behind? My mouth and rectum were both sore from gnawing on foreign objects, i felt sure they would never be the same. Like with the itchiness that drove me insane and the pinching of leather straps, this was another pain i expected to experience continually for the next two weeks. i turned to face the doorway, separated my hind legs and sat my buttocks down. My balls nearly burst upon reaching the ground and it took awhile to adjust. i contemplated rubbing my hard-on in the dirt till i attained an orgasm, but i wouldn't want my Mistress to find out and i didn't really want to end the game. i tried sitting on the small area of my body, between my balls and plug and it worked well. i found grinding myself on dirt erotic and the sound quite stimulating. My brain swam in the din, drowning out the strange sounds of my new surroundings. i soon rested my body on that spot, my hind legs and front paws stretched out in front of me. Though awkward, they held well in the hard dirt and i used them as support. i wanted to stay erect, watching for my Mistress. i couldn't believe she would leave me out here like this, i simply couldn't believe it. i watched in anticipation of her return and sure enough i was right. Just about the time i'd shaken free of the itches, pinches, aches and pains for the sandman. The moment i slipped from evils grasp and dozed off, i heard the door open. Funny how a sound can stay in ones memory. i opened my eyes to see my Mistress approaching and went to all fours. i crawled quickly from my house and went to the gate in order to greet her. i didn't wish to be left out here all night and decided to really ham it up. This was going to be an Academy Award winning performance. Nothing melted the heart of my Mistress quicker then a sincere greeting and i knew just how she liked it. First i jumped up on my knees and placed my front paws on the fence, causing the chain links to clang. i strained my neck and moved it back and forth as if to ask, won't you please come in? i looked at her and barked in muffled messages most profuse. i couldn't let the ball interfere entirely with my heartfelt barks. i put every effort into wagging my tail like a happy puppy, because nothing stirred my Mistress more. When she came to the gate and reached for the lock, i fell to all fours and started jumping around, wagging my tail and barking in muffles most wild and humiliating. Yes, that is what my Mistress has sworn to teach me and what i am here to experience. The sooner i degrade myself to her satisfaction, the sooner my life will go back to normal, if that could ever be. i truly could not have been happier to see anyone and i wanted her to know it. By the grin plastered across her face, i could tell she was overwhelmed by my gestures and confidant in the future. i felt sure she was here to take me inside her house. i moved back when my Mistress opened the gate and stepped inside. She looked down at me and ordered me to sit. i did, but continued fidgeting because i wanted to keep up the act and my tail wagging properly. i continued to bob my head up and down while tilting it a bit to one side, as i'd remembered seeing other dogs do for attention. i drummed my paws in the dirt and acted eager to pounce. "Stay!" she ordered again and i obeyed by throwing more nervousness into my act. i wanted my Mistress to see i was already her puppy and there was little reason to put me through this. i was an obedient puppy, well-trained and ready for her house. My Mistress starred at me while fighting to fit rubber gloves over her hands. She also carried a couple things under one arm and they didn't make me feel good. i also noticed she was dressed in a skin tight black leather outfit and long matching boots that looked most sinister. i wondered what type of game she was playing. "Now, fluffy! You have a choice," my Mistress said. "Which would you rather have me remove, the ball from your mouth or the plug from your behind?" i was dumbfounded by the question. i thought both should have been removed, but was left without that option. Without doubt it had to be the ball from my mouth and i lifted my head in answer to this suddenly cruel woman. "Good choice little guy." She bent over slightly and warned me in a voice colder then the night air, while reaching for the straps at the back of my head.. "Just remember! If I hear one word out of you, other than woof woof, I will use this riding crop on you!" i looked at the thick black leather whip and almost burst into tears just thinking about the pain. "If you thought the dog whip had a bite, wait until you get a load of this baby! It will have you jumping out of your skin and obeying me quicker then anything else! Remember that little one," my Mistress reiterated as she worked the ball from my mouth. Never had i been so relieved and i attempted to bark as best i could. i wanted to show my pleasure in being her puppy and prove i was ready for the house. "Woof, woof," i sprayed in my first meaningful attempts. i wished to sound happy, but my face demanded i stretch and work the kinks from my jaw first. i none-the-less kept bouncing up and down while wagging my tail merrily. i wanted to be taken inside with my Mistress and made every attempt to let her know. i was a Yankee Doodle Dandy dancing his way into her heart. i was the Daffy Duck of little puppies, acting like a chicken with its head cut off, very cute and dumb. i did everything i could to degrade myself for her and hoped i got through. i thought sure she got the picture, but she had other plans. "Good boy. Now stay as you are while I fit you with this," my Mistress said. From under her arm, she came up with a leather bonnet. She slipped it over my head, over the straps, over my ears and all. She worked flaps down each side of my face and fastened them together under my chin. She was definitely happier than i'd ever seen her and it showed in her voice. "Now for a surprise," she said holding her left hand, my lover out to me. It was covered in plastic but looked as beautiful as ever. A dainty frill circled the wrist, making my lover look that much more alluring and it took all my self-control to keep from jumping on her. i had never been more in need of an orgasm and thought one imminent sometime that night. i made to stand before my lover and then bowed my head while dropping to my elbows and barking in whines most meaningful. i barked again and moved in close to my lover, almost within kissing range. "Sit!" my Mistress warned and i obeyed bringing myself up before her proudly. i sat trembling as the hand came to my organ and wrapped itself around my boner. "Remember what i told you about vulgarity Fluffy," my Mistress said. i did my best to stay still as my lover stroked me into jerking about involuntarily. i kept moving my weight from knee to knee and working my paws into the dirt to keep from humping. "My, my. I see we'll need to work on your self-control little one, but right now we'll prepare you for bed," she said while coming up with a leather pouch on leather thongs. "Now say good night to your lover and it's off to bed." My lover stroked the length of my hard-on with a quickening pace and just as i was about to jump into a humping frenzy and ejaculate my seeds into space, she was gone. The right hand approached quickly and snapped the head of my hard-on a single time. It used the longest finger and the pain sent me into the air. i howled to the agony, but stayed where i was, crying. My cock wilted immediately and its head throbbed from the snap. Before i knew it, my Mistress stuffed my cock and balls into the sack and cinched it tight. Then she wound the thongs around the plug and tied them together. My lover once again came to my leather clad organ and fisted me tight. Its fingers and thumb wrapped around my bound organ and squeezed until i howled into the air for salvation. My Mistress looked at my face, now contorted by confusion and despair and all i could do is cry. My lover played with my cock and brought him to a fevered pace, but he was unable to respond or stiffen even a little. No matter how excited i got, my cock couldn't get hard while wadded up and stitched like a baseball into cowhide. An orgasm during the night was now out of the question. My Mistress then reached a hand to the top of my head and flicked a switch, causing a voice to come out of nowhere. It actually came from speakers sewn into each ear of the bonnet. It was the deep voice of a woman and it started explaining to me what i was. "You are a puppy ... You are a puppy ... You are a puppy ... You are a puppy ..." My Mistress watched my expressions with amusement and stood to leave. My entire mind was flooded with the voice and there was no way for me to avoid it. "You are an obedient puppy ... You are an obedient puppy ... You are an obedient puppy ..." Every other sound was gone and when my Mistress stepped to the gate, i panicked. i went up on my knees and put my paws together above me in prayer. i was begging my Mistress to take me with her, but she ignored me and turned to leave. i began jumping around and barking in a woeful tune, hoping it would melt her heart of stone. "You are a pretty puppy ... You are a pretty puppy ... You are a pretty puppy ..." i couldn't even hear myself bark and prayed i was loud enough, but my Mistress passed through the gate and closed it behind her. i ran up to the gate and jumped up on my knees. My paws landed on the fence causing it to wobble under my force. My Mistress walked to the house without so much as glancing back and she disappeared inside. i was left howling and barking in panic, without knowing how loud i was, though not sweet enough to melt her heart. i really began to panic and turned to crawl rapidly around the perimeter of my cage. The voice was a relentless drone i couldn't outrun or hide from. "You are a puppy ... You are a puppy ... You are a puppy ... You are a puppy ..." i crawled faster and faster hoping to escape the verbalizations that followed me everywhere. "You are a good puppy ... You are a good puppy ... You are a good puppy ..." i crawled so fast i fell forward and over, unable to keep up with my own expectations. i rolled in the dirt, mashing my balled organ on it, without luck. The itching, the belts, the plug, my girded organ, and now a voice that drilled itself into my brain. It must have been a continuous play tape. i tried rolling over in the dirt and pounding my head against the ground, but nothing helped. My tail kept me from going completely over, and the pounding accomplished nothing. "You are a pretty puppy ... You are a pretty puppy, ..." the voice now screamed without mercy. It echoed around in my head and i scrambled to my feet while howling into the night sky. i darted into my doghouse and fell forward onto my belly. i spread my arms and legs wide and wallowed in the dirt while mashing my wadded organ down as hard as i could. i did little more than inflame a situation very much out of control, and tried to stop myself, only to start again. i rocked from sided to side, as far as my tail would allow and tried to stretch myself out of agony. Nothing worked and i ended up withering in the dirt uselessly. "You are an obedient puppy ... You are an ..." With the voice having chased every other sound from my mind, my thoughts were of me as a dog. When on my side, i touched my wadded organ with a paw, but couldn't feel a thing. My body did not belong to me, it belonged to my Mistress and i simply carried it around for her enjoyment. There... i was learning quickly and when i dozed, my dreams were of me as a puppy. i struggled to please my Mistress as only a real dog could and the voice became a sweet melody that existed simply to keep me in line. "You are a ..." Yes! Yes i am!! i screamed to myself in a successful attempt to overwhelm the voice. Yes, making my surrender louder than the voice was my only salvation. i dozed off singing odes to myself, praises to my canine attributes and it worked. Still burdened with all the other sufferings, i rolled from side to side, unable to find comfort or ease. i am a puppy ... i am a puppy ... i am a puppy ... became a mantra i kept turning in my mind to keep all other words at bay. It was a true statement and i believed it. And every moment strengthened my faith. Here i was at the home of my Mistress and i needed to get inside. i am a puppy ... i am a puppy ... i am a puppy!