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.
I hear the buckle of His pants coming undone, "You can pee like a good little bitch or I will piss on you out here instead of waiting until I believe you're comfortable." He's serious, I can see it, hear it and feel it. I feel the tears burn my eyes as I hang my head, I relax my muscles and bladder allowing my body to relieve itself in the grass as He puts His cock away.
To further the humiliation He actually comes up behind me and pats my cunt dry as if it were no different than cleaning up after a real dog. Tears are rolling down my hot cheeks right now. I go to climb the stairs when I feel His body press down on mine, pinning me in place with Him between my legs, one of them arched over His knee. I am fully exposed. My beautiful wolf tail, so soft and fluffy, is now pressed between my back and His chest.
He curls his head around to nuzzle into my neck, being an upset brat I turn my head as if to refuse Him. I'm not allowed to talk yet. He doesn't like bratty behavior. Rather unceremoniously He shoves two of his long, thick fingers into my sensitive cunt. Some may have seen this as a reward but not for me. I hate forced orgasms, I like being in control of my orgasms. A bratty puppy slave has no control. I cried out as my satin walls squeeze His fingers that begin to pump in and out of my tender channel. He rubs the plug each time through the thin tissue.
"Do we have a problem, puppycunt?" He growls in my ear. I love His growls. They're very primal, He's very good at them. He can feel how much I love it when His fingers become slick with honey and much easier to move. I didn't answer Him fast enough so He added a third finger. The stretch is intense but He's already worked my body up to the point it doesn't care. It just wants to be fucked. "I said, do we have a problem, cunt?" His free hand found my throat, cupping it and forcing me to look up, gasping as He assaulted my already abused cunt.
"N-No.." I managed to choke out, His grip tightened restricting my air flow more, I could barely breathe now, He hiked my bent leg up further, pushing His fingers deeper.
"No, what?" His teeth grazed my shoulder. He had naturally sharp canines and His bites always left bruises or drew blood. I liked both, I hated the initial bite of pain because it was so intense I came from it against my will.
I wasn't thinking clearly, "Yes Daddy!"
He paused for a moment, a sweet yet sinister chuckle fell from his lips as his warm breath tickled my ear, "Oh... sweetheart.. As much as I like that title" He pulls his fingers from my dripping sex. I groan a sigh of relief a moment too early as HIs palm connects with my wet cunt in a sharp slap. I jerk pressing more into His hand that is choking me, "That is not what I am right now... No... What?" He rolled my precious pearl around between his thumb and forefinger making me hump air because it felt so good/
"Master... No.. No Master..." I practically purred, willing to do practically anything to cum now. All I could think about was sex and pain, He could tell by the way I answered, the way I panted, the way I was practically trying to fuck the stair. He smirked deciding to test my obedience as He lifted His body off and over me to stand at the top of the stairs look down at me,
"Get in the grass. "
