Sometimes I imagine being a complete slave with no ties to the outside world. My only focus in those fantasies is the Master. Unlike a lot of slaves who appear to have cruel Masters, mine is not. Since I am usually well behaved and eager to please Him, He takes His time introducing me to thinks that my still hesitant mind wants to fight. Sometimes in my eagerness to please Him I overlook when my body really needs to stop. O/our communication has gotten to the point that He's able to read and listen to my body. He always knows when to push harder and when to stop.
My favorite time in the fantasies is when He allows me to be a pup. It comes with a price. A big, ice cold stainless steel plug is inserted deep into my ass. Every time this happens I cum from it and I always wind up being spanked and throat fucked for cumming without permission. I secretly love it even if I do usually wind up with tears down my face.
Afterward He puts my ears on, I look like a wolf now. Rules are simple, no walking on two legs, no talking and if I start grinding on things because I'm horny from the plug in my tail I'm going to get fucked. Today He upped his antics, I was not allowed to do anything humans did. He had placed down a bowl for drinking.
This was something we talked about in jest a long time ago, I had shown hesitancy about it. Now I just stared at it from my place on the floor. He wasn't going to leave me in puppy mode long enough to be thirsty. I was wrong. Not only did He leave me in puppy mode, He purposely did things to make me horny. He would call me to Him, when I obeyed He would tug my collar so that He could growl in my ear or bite my neck. At one point I went to 'walk' by Him and He pushed me over with His boot. I love His boots. They're like combat boots but pretty and black. I tried to get up but He pushed me over again. I tried to sit up and again, He pushed me over and this time held His boot on my thigh. I stare at Him confused but amused. He then grinds His boot into my thigh making me cry out and moan. I like pain.
He nudged me onto my back, I couldn't close my legs with His foot in-between them, I felt vulnerable like this. For several minutes He simply left His foot sitting on my cunt. Laying on my back was also a good way to calm me down when I freak out. It relaxes me and only takes a few moments before I relax under His foot and close my eyes. The sense of safety and security get me every time. I was caught off guard when He ground His boot into my cunt. The tread on the boots pinch and dig into my sensitive pearl and lower lips. I gasped and squirmed. His heel grinded into the opening of my slit and much to my surprise I was wet. Very wet. He continued to increase the pressure of His boot until I came from the pain and lay there panting. I am kind of thirsty now.
He's not done though, He presses the toe of His boot into my slick cunt, I hiss at the slight sting as my tight slit tries to accommodate Him. "Press down and grind or I will cunt kick you instead..." That was another thing I talked about never doing and then became curious but still shied away from. That was before I gave myself over to a slave though... For the sake of my anxiety I knew that in the most dire of cases I could still use a safe word but I had better have a good reason for pulling it. I had yet to use it.
My face blushes in shame, this is embarrassing. I whimper as I press down on the toe of the boot now coated my honey. It hurts. I've not been stretched that wide before. It doesn't help that the steel plug in my ass isn't small either, making my cunt tighter. I don't want to admit I'm getting aroused, that I'm getting wetter and my head space is slipping further and further from being mine, instead it's become His twisted little playground.
The burning stretch in my cunt begins to feel good as I start to grind on His boot. I hear Him chuckle and His camera snap on his phone. I hate pictures of me I don't take. I hate how I look but He thinks I look my most beautiful when I am being debased and dehumanized. It's morbidly romantic.
My body starts to shake and tremble now with the effort not to cum. I'm panting hard now, my body feels like it's on fire, like I am about to explode.
"Cum."
It was instantaneous. My body knows that command. The orgasm came in blinding waves, every nerve ending was firing off signals of pure ecstasy. My mind blanked as I lay there trembling. I hear the phone camera snap again and again. He has a little book of my pictures. I hate it. He knows. We had played a few twisted little games with it.. including Him fucking me while showing me the pictures. Emphasizing his favorite ones with extremely deep or hard thrusts. He remembers what happened in each one. Usually something I would have had reservations about but that was the good part of being a slave, He had told me. I would never have to worry about reservations ever again because I was simply obeying His command.
I gave a small whimper when He removed His boot from my greedy little cunt. It felt empty. My throat was burning now and my lips were dry.
"Get a drink of water."
I stared at Him for a moment as if I was trying to process His command through the post orgasm haze. He gave a nod of His head as if to say 'Don't make me say it again.'. With trembling arms I pushed myself to my knees and crawled over to the pretty pewter water dish, it had little pink gems on it with my name. I felt a blush creep into my cheeks as I lowered my body and head, tongue lapping the cool water that eased the parched burn in my throat. With eyes closed and relief almost instant I forgot that I was drinking from the bowl nor did I realize how much I had drunk.
I had to pee and He had not released me back to my human slave self. I shifted slightly trying to ignore it. He was watching me though, He had planned this. Slowly He got up walking across the wooden floor to the sliding glass door and pushed it open. The evening summer breeze blew in. Despite it being close to 9pm there was still light outside. I looked up at Him warily, my eyes pleading with Him not to do this...
"Come, outside. Bitches can use the bathroom inside. That's for people. " He was enjoying this but His tone was serious. I sat on my knees, palms against the floor with an angered expression turning my head to the side. I was not using the bathroom outside. "You're going to fuck your reward for being a good little puppy-cunt." I could feel His stare. It could be worse.. I would have to do something more than pee. I would take my blessings where I could get them.
With head lowered I crawled across the kitchen to where He stood with the door open. I stared hesitantly out the otherside when I felt His boot lightly tap my backside pushing against the plug and making me move onto the porch. I still had to go down a few stairs. There were five total. I made it down the first two before I thought *fuck it* and jumped, rolling when I hit the grass. Again He snaps pictures and I try to glare at Him but the grass feels good against my skin. There was something freeing about being outside naked. He stepped down the stairs, "Go..."
I know what he wants me to do.. I can't stand to squat like a person. I'm going to actually have to be closer to the ground like an actual bitch. I feel embarrassed. I don't want to. I can't look at Him. Hell, before I agreed to become a slave I didn't even go in the bathroom when He was in there, I would literally hold my pee until He left. Now I'm in the backyard crouched down like a female dog.
