A Day with My Dog Sitter

Note to Reader:

This is a sequel to "Humiliated at The Halloween Party", "My Life as a Little White Dog", and "Dinner for White Boys".

I strongly recommend reading this series in order. Check the series tab for the first two parts of this collection.

A Day With My Dog Sitter

Introduction:

My humiliation at the Halloween party continued to haunt me. The devilish spell placed on me that night had evolved into more than I ever could have imagined.

My 18-year-old naivety allowed my dreams to cloud my judgment. I foolishly returned to that house after what occurred the weekend prior in search of closure. Quite the opposite occurred as my stepbrother's devastating secret was revealed to me. The man I looked up to for most of my life now looked up at me, fully naked, begging to be pet.

Somehow, the humiliation of my stepbrother wasn't enough to scare me away. I found myself at Reggie's once again the following day. I gave in to everything he said just like at the Halloween party. By the time my degrading night with Reggie ended, I was begging for more.

In some twisted way, I found myself thankful for my bully Cole. If it weren't for him and his friends disciplining me in the park that night, and walking me around our school halls naked, I may not have snapped out of whatever curse the Halloween party had placed on me.

Despite telling myself that I would end things for good this time, I once again found myself locked away in Reggie's closet, naked, and restrained like a dog.

I didn't get much sleep that night. Sleeping in a crate is cold and uncomfortable. Both my jaw and butthole ached from the accessories they left attached to me. With my mittens on, I had no way to remove them. The paranoia Sam instilled in me certainly didn't help either.

I could not deny the claims made about my stepbrother. Max's confessions from the night I took him to the bathroom echoed the same sentiment. At the end of his embarrassing walk of shame, Max crowned Zaire as his owner and acknowledged himself as a bitch. As Sam pointed out, every inch of his body, including his penis, belonged to Zaire. Though upsetting to admit, he had become a perfectly trained human pet.

When you are constantly told the same thing, no matter how untrue, eventually you accept it. As my night in the closet progressed, my concern regarding Sam's prophetic statements about me grew. Failing to end things for the third time was a huge blow to my psyche. Regardless of how I rationalized being treated this way, I always fearfully followed along.

Despite the evidence, I hung onto a small shred of hope that I could avoid the same fate as Max. I had lost all respect for him. I didn't care if he spent the rest of his pathetic life on the ground. If abandoning him is what it took to end this, I would happily do so. To my misfortune, I would not be getting that opportunity anytime soon.

The next day would eventually arrive. I was awoken abruptly by the opening of the closet door. I slowly came to as Reggie and Darren towered over my naked body.

"Time to get up bitch! Uncle Darren is here to pick you up. Him and Samantha are going to dog-sit you today."

I shamelessly whined in fear with my shrunken wee-wee tucked between my legs. I shook my head and moaned, desperately begging for my release. Of course, my meaningless attempts to reason with them fell short. My pitiful demonstration was nothing more than entertainment for Reggie and Darren. Even if I could speak, I would not have been freed.

"Awe, don't be scared, Mimi. He's going to take real good care of you. Ain't that right Darren?"

Darren crossed his arms and looked down at me with a malicious grin.

"We're going to have a lot of fun with your little puppy. Isn't that right boy? Once Samantha and I are done with him, he'll be begging for his owner."

After sharing a chuckle with Darren, Reggie threw a blanket over my crate. I shivered in the darkness as I was handed over to Darren.

I heard passing conversations of Reggie's neighbors as Darren carried me to the trunk of his car. I did everything I could to remain quiet. As much as I wished to be saved, I couldn't justify being exposed in my current state.

Darren blasted loud rap music as he drove me to his house. The cage relentlessly rattled as the bumpy car ride to Darren's flew by. Although being locked in someone's trunk sucks, what awaited me at Darren's was far worse.

The short car ride eventually came to a stop, the trunk door swung open, and I was brought inside.

"Sammy? We're home!"

The sound of footsteps grew louder and louder until they reached us. Butterflies built in my stomach. After a couple of whispers, the blanket was removed. Darren and Sam stood over my crate which was now resting on the floor.

"Awe! There's our pathetic little bitch. You look so silly in your cage haha! Do you want me to let you out?"

Sam spoke with the feminine tone he debuted at the dinner party. He wore a tiny black mini-skirt, white thigh-high socks, a white cropped tank top, and a full face of makeup. He wore a much sluttier, shorter dirty-blonde wig with wavy space buns this time. Between his looks and the sound of his voice, it was hard to view him as anything more than a cute girl.

*Smack!*

Darren slapped Sam's protruding ass. Sam seemed turned on by the slap. He smiled back at Darren.

"Oh! Thank you...."

The sight of Darren treating Sam like a ditsy sorority girl brought on an unexpected tingle to my penis. For better or for worse, my slight arousal wasn't enough to establish an erection. What used to turn me on hadn't been enough since my night at Reggie's. Although I didn't want anyone to see my boner, I craved feeling down there.

"Why don't we get you out of that tiny cage? A devoted pet like you shouldn't waste away in there."

Darren opened the crate door and grabbed me by my collar. Half-heartedly, I attempted to remain in the crate. I would eventually be dragged out, but providing a bit of feedback kept my fading hopes alive.

"Come on out boy, you know you can't hide from me."

The limited strength I could muster was quickly overpowered of course. Darren held me in place while Sam headed around the corner.

Upon Sam's return, I tried my best to get a look at what he retrieved. Unfortunately, I could not identify the miscellaneous objects he messily held in his arms.

"Hold still, loser. The quicker we get this done, the quicker we can play with you."

Sam dropped the items to the floor behind me. I couldn't turn my head far enough to see what he was doing by my vulnerable rear. Suddenly, I felt a strong tug on my tail. Great pain was followed by immense relief as my gaping hole was freed from my thick plug.

"Aghh!"

Sam circled back in front of me holding a hefty metal hook. The hook was curved with a large silver ball at the end of it. I had not seen this device before, but I could only assume it would be going in my ass. I fearfully looked at Sam while he pet my head.

"Did that feel good puppy? You like it when I play with your ass don't you? Yeahhh...that's it."

Sam lifted the hook to my tongue.

"Be a good boy and lick this ball for me. We need it nice and wet before I shove it in your butt."

I apprehensively moved my dangling tongue. My lack of cooperation led to Sam dragging it along my tongue himself. Once satisfied, Sam rotated back behind me. I clenched my cheeks as the cold metal hook was shoved deep inside me. I let out a much greater moan as the large ball stretched out my hole.

"Ehhauhhhh! Ehh...ehh...."

Sam gave me a couple of slaps and squeezes on each cheek.

"Shhh. That's my good boy. Your ass is hungrier than ever."

My goofy-looking dog ears and leather mittens were left untouched while my collar was removed. Sam discarded my collar from the dinner party and broke out a new collar for me to wear. This one had a small black brick attached to it. Two small metal prongs from the collar dug into my neck.

Once the collar was fastened, I felt Sam tie a thin rope around the back of my collar. Soon to follow, that same rope was tightly connected to the hook in my ass. The rope yanked my head back and pushed the hook deeper into my hole. I whined and moaned as I arched my back as far as I could. If I slipped out of this embarrassing posture for even a moment, the choking and pain in my ass became unbearable.

Lastly, a blindfold was tied around my eyes from behind. Reggie and Cole forced me to wear a blindfold on our walks as well. Being blindfolded left me dependent and helpless.

"Hahahaha! You look so cute! I wish I could show you how pathetic you look right now. Ah oh well. You won't be needing your eyes today."

I could not have been more helpless. I stood there immobilized with my back arched, ass hooked, and wiener dangling while Darren and Sam teased me.

"Say, why don't we get that gag out of your mouth? I don't want you drooling on Darren's floors."

Sam hovered over me. I soon felt his hands on the back of my head. After a few seconds, my gag was unfastened.

"Aaaeuughh! Sam...please...I...I don't want to do this anymore...I don't...I mean...I'm not a dog...."

There was no response from Sam. Darren remained silent as well. I felt a mean pinch from my collar instead.

*Zap!*

The collar Sam affixed to my neck lit up. The prongs that dug into me provided a painful shock.

"Ahh!"

I fell forward toward the ground, uselessly picking at the collar with my mittens. There was nothing I could do to remove it.

"Oh really? You have a collar, cute little doggy ears, paws instead of hands, and I don't see any clothing on you. You may be embarrassed, but you shouldn't lie to me."

Sam controlled me without laying a finger on me.

"Ok! I'm sorry...please...I'm desperate...can you please let me go...I'll do whatever you say I promise."

I couldn't see Sam's expression, but a shock did not follow.

"That's much better. You will do whatever I say and I will eventually let you go, but we have much to tend to before then."

Nothing I said held any meaning to Sam let alone Darren. The two of them showed no regard for any remaining dignity I had left as a human.

"Fine! If I listen will you promise to release me for good? I can't take it anymore. My butt hurts and I'm so embarrassed! Can you at least take this thing out of my ass?"

Sam spoke with the utmost confidence. His conviction could only mean he was telling the truth as he knew it.

"I can't free you from what you are. You'll always revert to your true nature. It's not like you've been captive for the last month. Time and time again you came back on your own. So did Chichi."

The last 24 hours were soul-crushing. Feelings of meaninglessness and self-doubt consumed me. I could sense myself starting to give in to him ever so slightly.

"And for your tight little ass, no. You'll get used to it. You're a bitch. You should be grateful I'm training your greedy butt. You'll be thanking me later."

I was so frustrated yet permissive of what was happening to me. I was willing to put up with everyone's games until now. This time would be no different. Whatever I had to do to get through this, I was prepared to accept.

"Now, crawl to my feet. You are a dog. I want to hear you say it."

The shock collar, immobilizing anal hook, and blindfold deprived me of choice. Sam had turned me into a puppet. I reluctantly crawled in Sam's direction until I bumped into his leg.

"I'm waiting!"

"...I'm...a dog..."

"Who's dog are you today?"

"...you and Darren's..."

"Good! That means you'll do whatever we say right? Will you be a good doggy?"

"...yes..."

"Yes, what?"

"...yes...I'll be a good dog..."

Though they didn't care if I consented, it was one more way to degrade me. My long day ahead was off to a rough start.

Chapter 1: Training

"Good boy! Every pet needs a correction here and there. Even Chichi requires some discipline at times. There's no need to be ashamed."

"I want you to bark from now on. Words can only get a pet like you in trouble. When I ask you a question, you will bark. When you beg me to go out, you will bark. When a guest is at the door, you will crawl toward it and bark until one of us can answer. If I need to remind you I will use your collar. Understood?"

Although the gags are frustrating, they're not nearly as degrading as barking. Either way, it wasn't my choice.

"...woof..."

I let out a defeated bark. I learned my lesson. As long as I had this collar on, it would be foolish to disobey.

"Awe, I guess you're not as dumb as I thought you were. You're such a good boy. Yes, you are."

Out of nowhere, Sam began squeezing and tickling my sides. I violently twisted from the unbearable tickling until my chest hit the floor.

"Someone's ticklish huh? Did I find your spot?"

Darren joined in on the fun. Both sets of their hands violently groped me. I continued to squirm and kick my legs while Darren flipped me onto my back. Lying on the rope tied to the hook in my butt aggravated my hole. With each desperate movement, the pain grew.

"I love making you white boys wiggle! These little bodies are so sensitive!"

Darren, with the help of Sam, rolled me around on the floor like James and Tre did in the kitchen at the party. Their hands reached every corner of my body. My mouth was covered, my nipples were teased, my stomach was tickled, my ass was slapped, and my penis was fondled. All the while, the hook dug deeper in my butt.

My floundering quickly escalated to panic. Being manhandled for this long overwhelmed me. The tickling was enough to make me scream and it wasn't stopping. I couldn't take it anymore.

"Woof! Woof Woof! Woof!"

I submitted to their humiliating ritual hoping they would return the favor and give me a break. Avoiding embarrassment was very far down the list of my priorities. I had to try anything at this point.

"Alright alright, let's give him a break Sammy. I don't want him burning out this quickly."

My desperate cries worked. My body continued to twitch while Darren lifted me by my collar back onto all fours. The feeling of Darren's hand on my back caused me to flinch.

"Calm down. As long as you listen I won't hurt you. We were just having a little fun."

Darren comforted me with his big warm hands. They gently massaged my arched back as he reassured me I would be ok. Slowly but surely, I did calm down. Although they were working together, for a moment, I felt he could protect me from Sam.

Darren eventually removed his hands from my back. I felt each of their footsteps head in different directions. I tried my best to figure out what was going on until I heard Darren shout a command at me.

"Heel!"

*Zap!*

I froze and instinctively grabbed for my collar. No more than two seconds passed before Sam activated my collar again.

"Hurry up Mimi! We don't have all day!"

*Zap!*

Sam shocked me again. I frantically crawled in the direction of where I thought Darren's heavy footsteps went. Although I couldn't see where he was, I had to find him before Sam activated my collar once more. Thankfully, I didn't have to crawl far before Darren grabbed my collar and shoved my head to the floor.

"Wag your tail!"

*Zap!*

Sam shocked me again. I wouldn't risk disobeying Darren with my ass in his hands. The zap made me even more desperate to obey. The embarrassment and pain in my ass paled in comparison to the punishment I had coming if I didn't listen.

The awkward hook worked its way up and down my rectum as I shook my hips back and forth. The combination of the hook in my butt and my penis slapping against my inner thighs brought on a strange feeling.

I fearfully shook my hips while my penis stiffened. Everything moved so fast that I could hardly process it. Before I could achieve a humiliating boner, Sam yelled out another command.

"Heel Mimi!"

*Zap!*

My cognition reduced with each shock. I didn't have time to think about what I was doing or how I felt. If this is what I got for obeying, I didn't want to find out what I would get for disobeying.

I raced to Sam. Once again, I was not quick enough.

*Zap!*

"Too slow bitch! Keep trying!"

Darren yelled out again.

"Heel!"

I flipped around immediately and rushed to Darren. This time the shock came a little later.

*Zap!*

"That's better boy! You're learning."

I raced back and forth until exhaustion set in. I began panting and sweating from the crawling. After a few more laps, Sam switched things up.

"Roll over!"

I instinctively motioned toward Sam. The electricity was short-circuiting my brain. I was mindlessly crawling to whatever voice called for me regardless of what was said. I was shocked almost instantly.

*Zap!*

"Nope! Try again bitch. Roll over!"

I was shocked whether I followed along or not. The shock acted as a queue for me to obey as well as a punishment, and it was working. I quickly rolled onto my back.

"That's better! Good boy!"

Darren rubbed my belly while I tried to hold still on the floor. My body was still sensitive from being mercilessly tickled moments ago. Not to mention, the hook in my ass journeyed deeper with me once again lying on the rope. I couldn't help but let out wimpy moans until Sam called for me.

"Good boy! Now heel!"

The two of them were relentless. There was no time to pout or beg for their mercy. I was taught to react. Thinking could only hurt me. All I could do was follow along until they decided I had done enough for them.

Fortunately for me, things eventually quieted down. I heard Darren get up and head to another room while Sam plopped down on the couch.

"Lay down Mimi! I have some things to tend to. Don't worry, I'll be right here watching you while I get them done."

I repositioned on my side until I found relief from the hook in my butt. I laid in silence at Sam's feet. Of the few thoughts I had left, I thought about my stepbrother Max.

Sam spoke as if he knew all there was to know about my stepbrother despite only being on campus for a couple of months like me. He wouldn't have been around in the beginning when my brother initially fell victim to Zaire and his friends. Either way, he seemed equipped with enough knowledge to replicate Max's results with me.

Eventually, the exhaustion from my excessive training hit me. I slowly dozed off despite uncomfortably lying naked on the cold hardwood floor.

Chapter 2: A Knock at The Door

I had no concept of time with the blindfold on. I could've been asleep for 2 minutes or 2 hours. The next thing I knew, there was a knock at the front door.

*Zap!*

My collar lit up right away. I had no time to waste. I scrambled onto my hands and knees. As instructed, I barked continuously hoping I could stave off the shocks while I located the front door.

"Ruff! Ruff! Ruff!"

Every few seconds I was zapped. The jolt of electricity distracted me from the fear of my imminent humiliation. I mindlessly crawled toward another degrading encounter with whoever awaited me at the door.