Chapter 7
We drove for
about 20 minutes and then stopped. Master got out of the van and left me alone.
I heard him chatting with someone. There was the sound of laughter and then
Master got back into the van in the driver’s seat. The back door opened and I
felt a rush of cool air on my naked ass. The door shut. I felt hand on my ass.
Do you know how much my master loves me? I heard him yell back, use the gloves.
Whoever it was picked a pair of leather gloves up and I heard the sexy sound of
him pulling them on. Then I felt his hands on my ass. They rubbed and kneaded
and I knew what was coming next, the painful slap. I got five to each side and
I knew I had hand prints on my ass, but that was hardly enough.
This guy searched
the collection of toys and found a paddle to his liking. I grunted after each
paddle and I lost count of the number. It was not like when Master beat me,
that was somehow sexier. This was just something to be endured. Even with this
guy wearing the gloves, only Master could beat me and leave me with a
hard-on….as much as my cage would allow that is. The paddling finally ended. He
caressed me with those hot leather gloves and I did feel a slight chill. I
heard Master remind him of something they had discussed. Following that, I heard
the sound of a wrapper being opened and I knew that Master had insisted on a
condom. I smiled to myself and loved the fact that Master was looking out for
me.
I knew I was
about to be fucked and could do nothing about it and it was all Master’s doing,
but he cared enough to insist that I be protected. Apparently no matter how
many guys fucked me, nobody put seed in me but Master. Again, inside my leather
hood, I smiled to myself and felt warm all over….especially in the area of the
ass, which must have been beet red. I
heard the sound of his zipper going down and heard him slip his pants down.
Then he was stroking himself. Now this did get me going as I imagined those
gloved hands stroking a hard cock. I started squirming in my bonds and humping in
his direction as much as my bonds would allow.
He laughed and
said, “You want me huh? No worries mate, I am going to fuck you into the middle
of next week!”
With that he
rammed himself all the way in. I screamed into my gag. He must have been 9
inches and as wide as a beer can. He laughed and started riding me in and out.
He was not gentle, but he kept rubbing me with his gloves. Master had told him
about the tattoo and he kept caressing me there and telling me what a good fuck
I was and how good I made him feel…..I liked him. Master could pick him up again and I would not
complain, not that I could anyway! He
continued to fuck me at various speeds and rubbing my back where the tattoo
was. I was totally into this. The pain had long passed and it was now another
expression of how horny I was. Finally
he rammed into me and took my breath away with 4 or 5 heavy thrusts. He filled
the rubber and then pulled out without a word.
He just rubbed me
on my tattoo and then leaned in close to my hood and said, “Thanks for the fuck
boy, I will be seeing you again!” The
next thing I felt was a huge dildo being shoved into me. Master yelled over his
shoulder, “don’t want the boy to get lonely while he is waiting for his next
customer.” My first customer got out of the van and shut the back door. I was
alone except for Master at the wheel. He laughed and said, “I knew you would
enjoy this and we made a good bit of cash. Time to make some more.”
Master drove
around town and picked up 6 more guys. All of them fucked me, but with rubbers
on. Some paddled me, used dildos to warm me up, one guy snapped on a rubber
glove and slide first one, then two and then three fingers into me. He would
have fisted me, but Master stopped him and I could not understand the soft but
firm words spoken between them. Finally the last customer got out of the van
and the door was shut. Master drove for a short distance and then stopped and
got out of the van. He came around to the back. He opened the door and got in
with me. I quivered with delight as I felt his gloved hands rubbing both my
tattoos. I thanked the universe that I had the tattoos and sorely wished that I
had more of them so that more of my body would feel like it did when Master
touched me like that in those spots.
Master unzipped
my hood and slipped the gag out. He reached around and kissed me. I kissed him
back and put all of the passion I had into that kiss.
He smiled and
asked, “what would you like now slave?”
I answered,
“Master, would you please spank me and fuck me?”
He asked,
“haven’t you had enough?”
“No Master, those
don’t count. It only counts when you do it”.
“That’s my boy!
How many?”
“What ever you want Master, just make them hard!”
Master smiled as he
picked up a paddle and started on each side. I grunted and thanked him for each
swat. After my beating, Master fucked
me. He fucked me long and hard and deep. He fucked me until I thought I would
lose consciousness. When I felt myself being filled with his seed I yelled “YES
Master, fill me up please!” Master
finished, kissed me again, gagged me and zipped up my hood for the ride home. I
had raised money for Master, but more importantly, I had shown him that only he
mattered to me no matter how many guys used my ass…I was his property, and I
could not have been more content!
Chapter 8
Master enjoyed
making money off of me and knew that I enjoyed it too. While some of the
customers were rougher than others, I knew he was there to keep me safe. The
first man with the gloves who did such a number on my tattoos became a regular
and I looked forward to him. I always knew when he got in because the first
sound was of him putting on the gloves and then rubbing my special spots.
Master decided that since I was such a good money maker on the weekends, he
would see about using my “special talents” as he called them, during the week
while he was at work.
This puzzled me.
How could I get fucked and not have him there to protect me? What if a guy
wanted to skip the condoms or abuse me? This was troubling. I need not have
worried. Master thinks of everything. Several weeks after my first trip out in
the van to “meet and greet” as Master put it, I had my blindfold removed and
saw a new addition to the dungeon. It was a chair, but not like any I had ever
seen before. It had all of the usual restraints and it was clearly meant to
hold a person prisoner….no surprise there, but it was made of some plastic like
material and was clear. You could see through it from all directions. A guy
strapped naked into that chair would have no secrets. It looked like a lounge
chair and bent back. It did not look very adjustable, but it did look very
secure. It had a high back with straps for wrists, ankles, thighs, waist, chest
and neck. Anyone…like me…strapped in, would not be going anywhere anytime soon.
Master then spent
quite a bit of time setting up cameras around the chair to be seen from every
angle. He told me to go and sit in the
chair. I did so at once as I always obey Master. He strapped me in and I was
right. There was no room to move or wiggle in any direction. Master attached
small wired pads to my nipples and, after removing my device, to the tip of my
cock, after first inserting a small metal rod into my pee slit. The adhesive
pad kept the rod from coming out. He then stretched out my balls and attached
some sort of harness, but it was difficult to see from my angle. Then he went
under the chair and pushed something. I felt a VERY large something trying to
get into my hole. He told me to relax and accept it. I did the best I could, but
it felt huge. It only went in about 2 inches and then stopped, but still I was
breathing hard and felt very much invaded, even after all of that meeting and
greeting!
Then he attached
wires to the bottoms of my feet. Next he
put pads over my tattoo spots, which worried me. He was very proud of my
tattoos and he never had covered them before. Finally he put a special new gag
in my mouth that had a tube attached. He
ran the tube up and out of site so I had no idea what that was for. Then he
showed me a monitor in front of the chair that I had not noticed before. He
said, here you can watch what is about to happen next. I was very confused.
Master explained. I have set up a website. Guys can log in and for a fee, push
controls on their computer that will impact you here. I have already had over
100 guys sign up and they are waiting for the launch.
My balls seemed to be the only aspect of my
person not to be assaulted, but them be brought out an attachment that looked
like a fly swatter, but with a leather paddle on the end. It was very thin
leather, but that was not reassuring. He
said, “Look at what this does” and he pushed a button. The leather flew forward
and whacked me on the balls. I jerked and yelled through the gag, but Master
only laughed and said, have fun. We launch the site in 5 minutes.
When the screen
went live, I saw user name and an amount they paid. Boy, was Master going to
make money and then my own private hell started. I found that the rubber dick
pumped me mercilessly for as long as the guy paid. The pads all sent shocks to
my system and had be balling and screaming into my gag. The gag was a curse as
well. When prompted, it would send a load of cum into my mouth which I had to
swallow or stop breathing as it was not a small load, Master told me that it
was cum he had saved up for this occasion and that he had more than a gallon of
it….all for me.
My feet got
tickled by a tingling shock of electricity. My balls got slapped until I thought
I would pass out as it felt like I had been kicked there for hours by a real
athlete. My dick, which remained hard
for most of the time, got shocked by the rod, but this was actually a turn on.
Master told me that I could cum as often as I wanted but that this would not
stop the torments and so the rubber cock would continue to rape me. I tried
with all of my might not to cum……without success. Then the real torment began.
I wanted nothing more than to get away from the chair, but it held me firm and
the evil devices kept up their torture of me.
Master walked over and pushed a button. The
screen went dark. He said, “That is a taste of how your days will be while I am
at work. Just relax and have a nap while I tidy up. On Monday morning, despite my misgivings, I
could not complain as I was gagged, I was strapped into the chair and Master
got ready for work. There was nothing more frightening then his kiss on my
hooded head and his rub of my wired special spots before turning away and
walking up the stairs and locking the door behind him. I was alone with those
nameless, faceless guys on the internet and for 5 days a week, I would be at
their mercy with my Master’s blessing. Now, how would he spend all of that
money he made???? Good question!
Chapter 9
Between the
weekend van trips and the internet chair club, Master saw his income increase
dramatically and he could not be more pleased. One would think that he would
treat his slave to special treats and give him time off for dedication, but one
would be mistaken.
As Master put it,
“It’s not like you have a choice. You are earning money because of my decisions
and not by any will of your own.”
So Master did not
splurge and buy his slave a new comfy bed or down comforter to keep warm with
on cold nights in the dungeon, instead he bought a sports car. Master showed it
to me one sunny evening and even let me ride in it, although I had to be bound
and gagged in the trunk. Master liked going fast. He had me lay on my back and
made sure that he put an extra large plug in me before we started off. Then I
think he went looking for every poorly maintained road in the city so that I
was good and sore from the plug being jammed into me every time we hit a bump
at high speed, which was often.
I was not
surprised when, during one such ride, I heard a siren. It was hard to tell what
was happening, but we slowed and stopped and I heard voices. After a short conversation I heard an
unfamiliar voice say,
“You’re kidding me right?”
“Nope” my master said, “Let me show
you.” The sound of footsteps and then
the trunk was opened.
“Wow, and he is
all yours to do with as you like?”
“Yes” said Master, “so do we have a
deal?”
The man who wore
some sort of police uniform smiled at me with a smile that made me very very
nervous. It turned out that he was a
deputy sheriff and that he was going to give Master a big fine until Master
offered him the use of his personal slave for a while; of course I was not
consulted. They shook hands and Master
gave him a business card. The trunk was closed and we drove off home at a
reduced speed, thank goodness although Master still managed to find quite a few
bumps to keep his slave amused and in pain.
My life went on
as normal for the next couple of days. I almost forgot about the policeman
until he showed up in the dungeon one evening. Master brought him down and then
told me to strip, including my hood. He handed me the necessary keys. The
policeman handed me a jumpsuit and told me to put it on. I did so but was
confused. He told me to go and stand
next to the wall. I did so and he took a camera and started taking my picture.
He did side shots and frontals. Finally he was satisfied and left.
Master told me to
keep the jumpsuit on. It was a horrible shade of orange, but it was not
uncomfortable. He then locked my hood back on me. I was chained to the wall for
what I thought was the night and I drifted off to sleep. I was awoken by Master
unlocking my hood, and then my chastity device, something he never does in the
middle of the night for any reason. I stared and blinked in the light. The
officer was back.
Once the hood was off, I was rudely slammed up
against the wall. The policeman frisked me and then cuffed me. Master had a
small bag ready and handed it to the officer. Then he came over and kissed me
hard and passionately. I looked at him with a question in my eyes but he shook
his head slightly and I was led away. The officer took me to a van that was
meant to transport prisoners. He opened the back door and helped me in. There I
was chained to a bench with wrist and ankle shackles. The officer sat across
from me and another guy started up the engine. The officer with me held up a
file.
He said “Have a
look at this” and I looked across the van.
I could make out
my name and my picture. It was one of the shots he had taken of me against the
wall in my dungeon. The paper said I was
a criminal being transferred to county. The officer laughed at my reaction.
“You see slave,
your master got into trouble and wanted to avoid a mark on his record. To do
this, he gave us you. I won’t tell you for how long, and nobody else will
either. You are here as our slave until we release you and that is all you have
to know.”
He said nothing
else during the drive to the correctional facility about 45 minutes away. I was
marched out of the van and fingerprinted, photographed, stripped searched, and
finally given my jumpsuit back. One of the officers mentioned solitary and I
was marched away to a tiny cell with a bed, toilet, sink, and nothing else.
There was no window or tv. When I was marched inside the arresting officer gave
me instructions. He started by placing the small bag Master gave him on the
bed. He told me to look through it and to look carefully at the bed. It was
then that I noticed that there were ankle cuffs chained to the bottom of the
bed. In the bag I found a new leather hood. It was thin and had only an opening
for the nose, but smooth unbroken leather over the eyes and mouth. There were
two pair of handcuffs. There was a plug gag, and a butt plug somewhat larger
than I was used to back in my dungeon. I also found a pair of leather gloves
and a pair of black leather bikini shorts that had a zipper that ran up the
back.
The officer told me to put on the gloves and
the shorts. After I did so he told me, “Here is how it is going to work.
Whenever you hear the buzzer in your cell go off you have 1 minute to get the
gag in, the hood on and cuff yourself top and bottom to the bed. The buttplug
should be greased and waiting at the bedside at all times unless you are
wearing it. When you are in position, an
officer will enter. You don’t have to worry about condoms. All our guys carry
their own and your Master was clear about that.
He will unzip your cute little shorts and fuck you. He may or may not
insert the plug before zipping you up. When he is finished, he will uncuff one
wrist and leave the key next to the bed. You will not move until you here the
cell door lock. You are never to see who is fucking you. You are only to obey
and get fucked. You are free to jerk off as often as you like, but if a guy
buzzes you right after you cum, well then I guess it becomes rape time since
your Master said that you hate being fucked after you cum, so take your
chances. If we were to break you of that
habit, your master would be grateful.
“ He
looked at me and said ”buzz” I knew what
he meant for me to do and grabbed the gag and hood. I greased the plug, set it
next to the bed and got into position. I
lay there breathing hard through my nose and waiting. He leaned down and
whispered in my ear, “Good slave, you will do well here and your time will pass
very quickly.” Then I heard the sound of
a zipper and that of a foil packet being opened. Next I felt his enormous cock
head at my hole. He rammed it in and proceeded to fuck me for at least 15
minutes. He finally grunted and growled like a wild animal and then pulled out
of me. I felt the extra large plug at my
hole. With humor in his voice he said, “Be a good slave and open up for your
little friend.” With that he shoved it into me and I screamed into my gag. Then
he zipped up the sorts ensuring that the plug would not come out. “I am not going to release you right now because
the shift is about to change and the new officer of the watch is anxious to try
you out, so just lay there nice and comfy and wait.”
With that, the
door opened, closed and locked and I was alone.
I was fucked more times than I can count by whoever worked a shift and
felt the need or desire. I never saw anyone. I was raped several times after
jerking off because some guy wanted a quick fuck during his lunch break. I had
thought I was safe because there would be no shift change for hours, but I was
painfully mistaken. Day after day it went on. I wondered where Master was and
why he would submit me to this. I had lost all track of time and did not know
how long I have been locked up.
Finally one day I was taken to a waiting room
by the arresting officer. There was Master. He held out his hand and the
officer gave him the small bag that I had been sent with. Master put a collar
around my neck. He clipped a leash to it and led me out to his car. I walked to
the side door but he just shook his head and with his remote, he popped the
trunk. I crawled in. Once inside, he put my hood back on me, my real hood from
the dungeon. He kissed me sweetly before gagging me. Then he pulled down my
leather bikini shorts and slid in my favorite plug. I lay on my back for the
drive home. Before he closed the lid he spoke to me. “I missed you slave, but I
now have an understanding with these guys. If you mess up for any reason, you
come back here for correction and next time it won’t be for only 30 days!” The
trunk lid closed and Master drove off in search of bumpy roads for the drive
home.
Chapter 10
I never pictured
myself as a dog. I guess I should have checked with Master about this first,
but it is too late now. Master continued my sessions in the van on the weekends
and having me strapped to the chair for the amusement of many on the internet
and the continued increase in Master’s income. He had other plans for my spare
hours though. This would lead to a vacation of sorts. He told me that I was
entitled to a vacation and I thought he meant that we would be traveling
somewhere together and having a holiday. Nope! The vacation was only from the
van and the chair…still, who am I to complain and what good would it do anyway?
It all began when Master bought me a new hood.
It looked a great deal like a dog but was of course made of leather. He
presented it to me one night and locked it on. Then he put mitts on both my
hands and feet. That was all ok, the part that I did not like came next. He
attached a ring to my chastity device and it hand four chains radiating out.
Each chain was attached to my mitts. I could not stand if my life depended on
it. I would now have to go about on all fours. Master gave me knee pads as
well. Next he produced what looked like a rubberized version of a doggie tail
attached to a very large plug. This he rudely shoved into my ass. I yelped but
could no nothing about it. He then got out a harness and attached it around my
middle and it somehow locked onto the plug so that the tail could not be
removed, even if I had my hands free and was brave enough to do so.
He
walked me over to a part of the dungeon that was behind a curtain and where I
had never been before. He pulled the curtain back and showed me a dog cage.
“This is your new home while we teach you all of your new doggies tricks.” With those words I was led into the cage
which he locked with a padlock and left me for the night. I had a water bowl in
one corner and a leather covered doggie mat to sleep on. For not the last time
I asked myself, “what have I gotten myself into?” In the morning, Master came into the dungeon
but he was not alone. He had another doggie with him. This guy was huge and he
was not wearing a chastity device. He had a leather hood like mine and mitts,
but no pads and no chain. He had obviously finished with his training. Master
told him to stay and he stood stock still.
Master brought me out of my cage and introduced us.
“Slave, this is
Bowser. Bowser’s master in on holiday and he will be staying with us for 3
weeks during which time he will help me train you to be the good dog I know you
can be.”
I did not like
the looks of Bowser. He seemed rough and even mean, but I had no say in the
matter. Bowser came forward and I stood still. He sniffed me all over including
the privates. Then he growled and leapt up on my back, his huge cock poking at
my ass which was thankfully filled with my new tail.
Master said, “All
in good time Bowser.”
I really did not
like the sound of that. Master explained
that Bowser had been trained as a real Alpha dog, but had been through all
forms of training to attain this status. I had no idea what he meant. Master
saw my puzzled look and explained that this meant that he had to spend time as
a “bitch.” He was in a kennel, not with
other human pups, but with real dogs and they had been in charge. The dogs had
the right to fuck him whenever they wanted and some of the dogs were quite
horny.
“What do you
think of that pup?”
I shook my head a violent now and whimpered.
Bowser growled and humped me more.
“Well, you may
find out what it is like if you can not adjust to your new role…we shall
see.”
I was then led
back to my cage and to my horror, Bowser was led in as well. We were locked up
together.
Master said, “I
will just let the two of you get to know each other and sort out roles and such
things.”
Master walked away and one of the scariest sounds I had
heard in a long time was the sound of his leather boots going up the stairs and
the dungeon door being bolted. Bowser wasted no time. He cuffed me and signaled
that I was to lay on my back with my privates exposed to him in a sign of
submission. He never spoke, just growled. I did as I knew he wanted me to do
for fear of my life. He sniffed me some more and then knelt over my face. I
knew he wanted me to lick his privates, but Master had not given me permission
and I was afraid of getting into trouble. I resisted. This did not go over well
with Bowser.
Then I heard the
sound of boots coming back. “Thank heavens, Master has come to save me!” No chance! Master unlocked the cage and
called me to him. I ran as I wanted no part of Bowser. He unlocked the belt at
my waist and removed the plug/tail…..
”Now you two can
get to know each other properly.”
I was horrified.
The cage was relocked and Master went away leaving me to the evil grin of
Bowser who began circling me in the cage.
I sat down in a corner and refused to move. Bowser kept trying to get behind me. Finally
he bit my collar and forced me into the middle of the cage. Then he mounted me.
His huge cock was hard during his pacing so he needed to time to “get ready” He
rammed into me and as the searing pain hit my brain, I realized that he was not
fucking me for pleasure, or for pain, but to prove that he was Alpha and I was
his bitch. He fucked hard and deep, but he did not cum. Eventually he just
stopped and pulled out. I had no idea why, but later learned that Master had
forbidden him to cum in me.
Bowser fucked me
several more times during that first night. Whenever I thought I might be ready
to sleep, he would mount me and prove that he was in charge. I gave in and
submitted to him, but I was angry about it and he sensed that. I knew there
would be a price to pay, but I did not like this guy and I made sure that he
knew it. In the morning I had to pee and shit badly, but Master did not come
and unlock the cage. I also had no idea how I would go with the new hardware on
since I could not stand much less sit on a toilet. Master took both of us up
the stairs and out into the back yard.
He pointed to a tree and told me to pee. I went to the tree and lifted
my leg as I knew he expected and did my business. Then he pointed to a hole in
the ground and told me to continue as I would not get another chance that day.
I squatted as my chains would allow and did my business.
The problem was I
could not reach my ass, nor did I have a means to clean myself. I looked around
and started to whimper. Master called me over to the side of the house. He
pointed to a spigot. I came out from the
wall and had levers on each side. Master told me to back up onto it and let it
enter my ass. I did as I was told. When it was a good 6 inches into me, I
pushes the levers on each side and the water started to flow into me. Master
told me to wait and let it fill me up. The
he ordered me to keep the water inside me. I was busting, but I did it to
please Master. Then I was allowed to void into the steel drain.
Master told me
that I would be expected to do this 3 times after each dump I took. Next, Bowser and I had play time in the yard
while Master enjoyed a bit of sun ad a cold drink. Bowser decided that he would show off his
conquest in front of Master. That was
not going to happen. He shoved me around and tried to push me to the ground.
Even with my chain harness on, I resisted and kept turning to face him. I
refused to roll over and let him be alpha dog. Then he jumped up on my back. I
spun around quickly and he caught his foot in the chains connecting my limbs. I
jerked and several things happened at once. First, it felt like my balls were
being torn off. Second, his ankle twisted and he screamed. Bowser, big bad
Bowser had been made to whelp like a pup by Beta Dog.
I turned to look at Master and felt sure he
would be proud of me…..uhm…not quite. Master had promised that Bowser would be
well treated. Now he would have to take Bowser to a doctor and explain to his
owner what had happened. Master was pissed! Three days later, I had been
whipped, fucked hard by both Master and Bowser, and locked in my cage for 12
hours at a time in the dark. When
Bowser’s owner finally turned up, early return from his holiday to look after
his prized pooch, the three of them glared at me and then laughed at some
private joke. I was put in my doggie
finest and taken to a truck. It must have belonged to Bowser’s owner because it
had two dog cages in the back. Bowser and I were both locked in as our Masters
got in front and off we went.
After an hour or
so, we pulled into a driveway and up a long private road to a country
ranch. We were both taken out of our
cages and had leashes attached. Then we were led to the back of the house where
a large fenced kennel area had been set up. There must have been two dozen dogs
of various sizes and shapes running around. All of these human pups played,
licked, sniffed and cavorted around to the encouraging calls of their various
masters. Bowser was led over and placed in the kennel where his friends greeted
him. I was not. I was led to a small cage on the side of the house. Master told
me that I had to be punished and to learn my place. He attached the chain
harness to bolts in the floor. I could not move my arms or legs. He made sure
that my gag was in good and tight and that my doggie hood was zipped and locked
on. Then I felt him rubbing some ointment on my ass and in my hole. I could not smell it well, but I could tell
it had a smell.
Master explained
that it was female doggie smell and signaled that I was ready to breed. I was very confused now. Then, Bowser’s owner
led a huge German shepherd around the corner. The placed the dog in the cage
with me and shut the door. They pulled up chairs to watch. The dog sniffed me
in the back area and circled me. Without too much encouragement, he climbed up
on my back and I felt his long wet dick poking me all around looking for my
hole. He poke and it hurt as he was not being gentle. Finally he hit the mark.
His cock went into me. It was very long, but not too thick. I thought I could
handle it.
Then Bowser’s
master laughed and said, “Just wait till he puts the knob into you pup!”
I was not sure what he meant, when the shepherd’s dick got
very wide. It was if someone was trying to shove a rubber cock into me and
wanted the wide base to go too. The dog rammed and rammed me and finally, as I
screamed into my gag and he growled at me, the knot went in. Then he stopped
moving and I did not know what was happening.
Then I felt it. The knob was swelling. It got uncomfortable, then
painful. It must have been the size of a softball by the feel. It was so large
that I knew it would not come out ever again. Later I learned that this was
sort of the idea.
The shepherd and
I were now locked together and he started fucking me. Each time he pulled back,
I went as far as my chains would allow, not far, to try and minimize the pain.
The he would shove in and I would do the same in the opposite direction. The
difficulty was that he slammed so quickly that I could not keep up. I was rammed and pulled in rapid succession
as the masters laughed and cheered on the shepherd and told me to learn my
place. Finally the shepherd howled and let go with what must have been pints
and pints of cum. I knew I would be leaking it for days at least. The shepherd
had finished, but we were still locked together. It took another 30 minutes for
him to shrink down enough to slip out of me. I was so sore and I ached all
over, especially in the ass.
Master attached
my leash and finally led me over to the kennel. All I wanted was to go home and
rest in my cage but this was not to be. I was not turned loose in the kennel.
Then walked me into the kennel to a wooden contraption. It was like a miniature
saw horse with stocks attached at the head. Master locked my head and front
paws into the stocks. He secured my back paws to the hind legs of the saw
horse. He did not put my tail back in and I got very scared. Master walked away and the human pups circled
and came closer. I could not speak, I could not move and I could not stop any
of them. Master called out in a loud voice, “Have at him doggies, he is here
until midnight!” The human dogs got in a line behind me but as the line snaked
away, I could see how long it was. They all intended to have their way with me
and that is what Master wanted to, but I was already so sore……Then I heard a
human voice come from over my shoulder and from behind a doggie hood. It was
Bowser and he said, “You are so fucked bitch” and he was so right!
Chapter 11
It took me more
than a week to recover fully from my time in the kennel. The end result was
that Master realized that he liked having a dog. After that, I was rarely out
of my puppy hood or without my puppy tail sticking out of my ass. I have the
chain harness to keep me on all fours, but usually I was locked in my puppy
cage, so standing up was not possible anyway. Life was not dull though, as
Master still liked variety. He installed a vibrator that stuck into my cage
about 8 inches. When the buzzer sounded, I was to back up against the vibrator
s that my chastity cage and balls rested on it and be vibrated until Master
buzzed me again.
Of course I knew
he was bored at work and was watching me on cam, so I put on a good show for
him. Some days, he would take me out of my cage and attach the cuffs with the
cables that retracted into the bed. On these days, the chain came off so I
could stand and the puppy tail came out so I could get fucked by the rubber
dick on the bed. I knew that on these
days, Master had a slow day and wanted to make good use of me for his
entertainment. I still had my weekend van trips to ear cash for Master, but the
internet “Chair” got used only once a week or so, which suited me as a group of
real sadists had joined and what was worse, they had money! They thought
nothing of torturing me non-stop for hours at a time. Life was painful, but not impossible for me
and I enjoyed the times that Master rubbed my tattoo areas and told me I was a
good dog as he fucked me into next week.
One day Master
asked me to come with him. He went to his computer and called up a website that
had tasks for chastity slaves. He handed me a couple of 12 sided dice and told
me to roll. This was not easy in my doggie mitts. I managed it and came up with
a total of 17. Master smiled and shut down the computer. He went and packed a
small bag. I was getting nervous but he refused to tell me what had come up. I
was already in my doggie gear including tail. Master unlocked the chain harness
so I could stand and led me out to the car.
Master popped the trunk. I climbed in and Master slipped my gag in and
zipped up my snout so it would not come out and then darkness.
We drove for
quite a while so I assumed that we were heading to the city. I hear loud booming music and knew we must be
going to some sort of club. Master
parked the car and came to trunk and got me out and helped me stand. I was a
bit cramped after the long ride. He steadied me and rubbed me with his gloved
hands and said, “Don’t worry pup, you won’t be on your feet for long.” Then he led me towards the front door. Master
signed us in and I realized that the loud music was from the club next door. We
were going into some private sort of club.
Master walked me over to a leather covered bench. He pushed me down on it and quickly strapped
my wrists, ankles, neck and waist down. He slowly removed my puppy tail.
My ass felt empty
without it and Master sensed my sense of loss. “Not to worry pup, your ass will
feel nice and full soon enough. Master pulled
a leather flogger out of the bag and draped it across my back. Then he took out
a pair of shiny black police gloves and laid them with the flogger. Next, he
went around the corner and came back with a small white board and a marker. He
sat in front of me where I could see the evil grin o his face as he started
writing. When he finished, he turned the board towards me and propped it
against the post. I read, “My pup needs a good ass whipping. Slip on the gloves
and give him a good beating. Mark the number of lashes you give on this board.
For every 5 lashes, he gets one week lockup in his chastity belt. Have
fun!
As I finished
reading the last line, someone was already picking of the gloves and sliding
them on. Then I heard the flogger swish through the air and pain exploded
across my back! Then again and again. I
could not count the blows because I was screaming into my gag. Then it stopped.
I felt the leather glove glide over my back and it felt cool and gentle after
the beating. He walked around to the front and marked 15. I knew I had earned
at least 3 weeks and he was just the first of many.
The next guy was
kind of a wimp. He only hit me 5 times and I could barely feel it. Still, I was
grateful that is was not much much worse. The guy after that attracted a crowd.
Evidently he had a reputation for beating and his fans wanted to see what he
would do to me. The lashing started off with a bearable sting and soon turned
into unbearable burning. I screamed and
cried but no relief came until the 30th stroke. He did not rub me or caress my shredded back,
he just tossed the flogger on my back and swatted my ass with his gloved hand,
then walked away after recording his score. I was now up to 50 and had 10 weeks
of chastity staring at me.
Again I felt the
gloves lifted off my back and this guy was of medium strength. I got just 5 and
I was fine with that. I wanted to thank him, but of course the gag made that
impossible. Then Master knelt in front
of me and said, “your score is 55, I think we should make it an even 60 and
settle on 12 weeks locked up, don’t you?” He did wait for an answer. He picked
up the flogger and tossed the spare gloves aside. The first blow brought stars
to my eyes. I had never been hit that hard before. The second lash was even worse. By the third
I was begging for mercy, but knew I would get none. The fourth made me feel I
would pass out. The fifth was as hard as all of the four before it put
together. I felt like I must be bleeding all over the bench. (In truth Master
was careful not to break the skin, though I did not know this until later.)
The beatings were
over. Master slowly undid my shackles and helped me stand up from the leather
bench. He collected the items he had unpacked and placed then back into the
small bag. Then he led me to a small private room. The bed was covered with a
rubber sheet and Master told me to lie down and have a rest. He snapped the
blindfold on my hood so I could sleep undisturbed. I fell asleep and rested and
I only awoke when I felt my arms and legs being secured to the bed spread eagle
style. Master took off my blind fold. There was that wicked white board next to
the bed. It read, “My pup needs a good fucking now that his ass is good and
warm. Use the condoms provided and keep score on the whiteboard. He can’t be
freed until he has been fucked by 12 guys. If he resists you or fails to
please, feel free to erase a mark or two and prolong his sentence.” Master had
drawn a box into which he guy could put his tally mark.
Master laid down on top of me. I felt his hard
cock probing, looking for my hole. He found it and slid all the way in. I
gasped, he chuckled and fucked me hard and fast so that he came in me in just a
few minutes. He pulled out and slid a plug into me. He then poured a pile of
condoms between my legs. He patted me on the head and told me he was going to
sit in the hot tub for a while and then he left. Now this was scary. He
subjected me to all sorts of things but he was always there watching over me.
Now I felt that anything could happen and I had no way to stop it.
My first rapist
came slowly into the room. He read the sign and took a position over me. He
reached down and withdrew the plug. He slipped on a rubber and like a striking
snake, slammed into me. I grunted and he just laughed and rapidly fucked in and
out. When he came, he pulled out, re-plugged me, and marked my first tally mark.
This continued for what seemed hours. Master was gone. A guy would walk in,
read my sign, pull the plug out, slip on a rubber and fuck me. Some were hard
and fast, some were almost tender and slow. I saw that I had 10 guys down now.
I had been submissive and done my best to keep up whatever rhythm the guy had
seemed to want.
Number 11 came in after a break in the steady
stream. There had been a long enough pause that I had started to drift off. I
felt a slap across my ass with a belt that hit the base of the plug and drove
it deep into me. I tried to squirm and avoid the blows but this was impossible due to the expert way
Master had bound me to the bed. The blows stopped and he laid on top of me. He
wore his own gloves, skin tight with a zipper up the back. With his right hand
he clamped down on my gagged hood, making it harder for me to breath. With his
left had he erased 3 marks from my tally. He whispered into my ear, ”You resisted when I beat you, that has cost
you. Don’t resist, give in to whatever I want.”
He reached down and pulled the plug from my ass. I did not hear him open
a rubber. I felt his cock against my hole and I panicked. He was going to fuck
me raw. Then his hand over my gag turned
and his gloved fingers covered my nostrils. I gasped for air around my gag but
it wasn’t enough. He was going to make me pass out. As I struggled, he shoved
his rock hard cock into me and with his left had erased three more marks.
I wanted to cry, but mostly I wanted to
breath. He started fucking me and I could tell from his urgency that he would
not take long to cum and I would be rid of him. Without warning, he stopped and
pulled out of me. Now what had I done? He pulled something out of a bag he must
have brought. I heard a bottle open and a squirt of some sort of lube. Then I
smelled wintergreen and I really panicked. He intended to fuck me using sports
gel as lube. I bucked and screamed and tried to keep him from entering me. His
hand tightened over my nostrils as he
forced his cock back into me and the searing, burning pain in my ass began. He
told me to take a deep breath. I did and he sealed my nostrils and really
started fucking me hard. He rammed it in and would not let me breath. I
struggled and gasped trying to get air around the gag, but it was not enough. I
was passing out, when I felt him ram into me and shoot.
He released my
nostrils and I sucked in as much air as I could. With his left hand, he erased
4 more marks, leaving me with only one. He laughed and shoving my plug back
into me hard, which reignited the heat of the sports gel, he left. I lay there in a daze with my ass on fire. A
little while passed and then I felt a familiar gloved hand caressing my special
spot on my back. I knew Master was there to help me. I cried into my gag. Mater
took it out and kissed me. He shushed me and I knew I was to keep silent. He
laid down on top of me and pulled the plug out with one hand and with the
other, he covered my mouth and all I could smell was his leather. I heard him open the lube and the squirting
sound. Then I smelled wintergreen…..Oh NO!!!!!!! Master slid into me using the
sports gel as lube and he fucked me. I cried and cried, but he just kept
fucking me and my ass felt like the fire would never go out.
Finally he sped
up and I knew he was close. He growled into my ear as he shot a heavy load into
me. I was in tears which the hood hid for the most part. Master leaned in and kissed me again and gave
me a gentle “shush!, You have done well pup and it will all be over soon.” He
reached around and squirted more lube on the plug…..the smell of wintergreen
and then my world became fire in the ass once again as Master shoved it into me.
He shoved my gag back in and zipped up the snout of my hood. “It will be over soon pup, as soon as your
number gets back up to 12.” Master reached over and erased the one mark I had
left. He laughed gently and said, “back to the hot tube for a while.” Then he paused and bent over to write
something on the white board. It now read, “Please use my special lube” He sat
the bottle of sports gel down in front of the sign and walked out. The last
thing I heard was a gentle, “See you in the morning pup!” I was alone with my
ass on fire, plugged, gagged, and strapped down. I had no marks and Master
would not release me until I had 12. What the fuck…..then I felt the gloves
leave my back and the weight of a man on top of me. I saw a gloved hand reach
for the sports gel….Master had seen to it that I would never forget this night.
