So I met my mistress six weeks ago. She sensed that I was lonely and lost and invited me to come home with her to meet her prize-winning dogs. She told me to undress and then put a collar around my neck. She said that I could leave at any time but that if I stayed all my troubles would be over, but that I would have to become her "dog". Of course I hesitated at first, but soon I did forget my worries; all I had to think about was my simple animal routine.
I'll describe a typical day.
Twice a day, at 8 A.M. and 9 P.M., she opens my cage- yes, I am now living in a real, metal, dog cage.
I step out of the cage, on all fours of course. I have a leather dog hood firmly laced onto my head; a thick, studded leather collar around my neck and a rubber butt plug tail inserted firmly into my ass. A relatively new addition to my attire are two leather dog-paw mittens on my hands, which severely restrict what I can do with my fingers- I can't jerk off or even hold my cock to piss.
Once out of the cage, she attaches a lead to my collar and will usually fasten a weighted ring around my balls too; she says that dog's balls should swing freely and be on display at all times.
She walks me around the room a few times for "exercise." Then, as a rule, she usually leads me over to a shiny metal food bowl which she fills with canned meat. Often though, she will spit in it before telling me to eat. If she is not happy with me, I've known her to pull her panties down and piss over it a little too, still expecting me to lap it up until the bowl is completely clean.
After eating comes drinking. A funnel with a tube attached to it is forced into my mouth and water poured down it. I've known her to also spit and piss down that too; I don't particularly enjoy drinking piss but do love to see it flowing from between he shaved pussy lips.
When I've drunk enough, the routine moves on to toileting which she likes to deal with in a very particular way.
Firstly, she walks me over to a litter tray which contains white cat litter type gravel; my legs are spread so that my genitals hang directly over the tray. I know by now that at this point I must cock a leg up like a dog and start to urinate. If my cock is stiff, she will use a pair of pincers- the type used to pick up litter off the ground, to direct by piss stream into the tray. If I'm soft, she may use the same device to squeeze my balls tightly; as the arms of the pincers have serrated teeth, this can be painful but usually results in me getting an erection.
She then smears cold lube all over my cock and balls and masturbates me for a while to make sure I'm fully hard and then, for reasons only she knows, fastens two silicone bands to my genitals attached to wires- one around my balls and one around the centre of my cock shaft. She plugs these into an E-Stim electro-sex machine and turns it on.
She increases the power until my cock feels like it has a thousand volts of electricity pumping right through it's core and is absolutely rock hard; inevitably I begin to whimper with pain.
She then grabs my butt plug and, with an expert twist, unplugs it from my rectum before giving me the inevitable order to "Now poop!"
In agonizingly erotic pain, I have to now try to squeeze a poop out into the litter tray just to please her. Sometimes, I succeed in this humiliating task but often I completely fail to produce the goods and end up getting a severe ass and ball whipping with one of the many floggers and whips my mistress keeps in her 'toy' cupboard.
There are some nice bits to being a dog too and often, if I've produced enough piss and poop to please my her, my mistress will at this point, let me lick her pussy.
Usually, she wears a short skirt which she'll lift and expose her puss lips by pulling her panties to one side. She likes to keep her pussy shaved apart from a stubbly triangle of brown hair above her clit. I really enjoy pressing my dog nuzzle right in between her legs and getting my tongue into her slit as deep as possible; usually she lets me bring her to orgasm and is dripping wet when I've finished.
