Date: Mon, 13 Aug 2007 21:49:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Matthew O'Shea <femboynz@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sissy Slave's K9 Training

PLEASE READ FIRST: This is JUST PURE FANTASY. In no way does it depicted
any part of my life or that of any person I know or have known. To be
honest I'm not even a dog lover. Any name or place is pure coincidental.
If you are offended my Male/Male or Dog sex, or are under 18yr old.
Please read no further, but if you chose to read on. I hope you will
enjoy it and I would appreciate any comments you which to make. Matthew
O'Shea

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			 Sissy slaves K9 Training

				Chapter 1

I have been a slave for my Master and his Lover for, I guess about six
months now. In that time I've learned to do many things and to be a
completely obedient, well punished slave. I knew my Masters were
organizing a Holiday in Germany sometime soon. As a lot of their talk
takes place with me around, it doesn't matter to them. Because I'm only
a slave that has no rights or say in any thing at all. Also at times it
can just be a way of humiliating me even further by what they'll say.


As you may guess, I was getting quite excided about this holiday also.
Because I've only been out of Greater London a few times a couple to
Cornwall and once to Manchester. So this trip will be so different in
many ways. I was beginning to think about a Passport, as I don't have
one. I know I'll have to get one, but what name etc. will be put in it.
Time went on till it seemed only a week or so before the holiday and
nothing had been said or done about my Passport. So this night I knelt
licking Masters feet asking permission to speak. Once it was granted, I
asked about my Passport for this holiday. Because I don't have one and
would need one to go into Germany. This is when the bombshell was dropped
onto me.


"Oh, you won't be coming with us. We'll be staying with friends and
won't have time to keep our eye on you. Besides, as you say, you don't
have a Passport and how could we get one for a nameless slave. What would
we call you, Sissy, pansy, Faggot, bitch. You tell me," Master asked.
I just felt shattered, all my hopes of a holiday with my Masters gone.
Tears came to my eyes in disappointment as I knelt there with head
lowered. A couple of fingers came under my chin raising my head to look
at Master.
"You haven't answered my question have you?" he asked.
"No Master I haven't," I said trying to fight back more tears.
"Well how could we, or what name would you like on it," I was again
asked.
"I guess you couldn't get one for a slave, Master," I said dropped my
head onto his lap, wrapping my arms around his legs, as I started
sobbing. He started stroking my head then a few times. Before taking a
handful of hair, pulling me up again to be looking at him. Then told me.
"No need to get upset about it, because you'll be going on a nice
holiday also. But not with us this time," he said with a big smile on his
face.
I didn't know what to think in the way he said that. I didn't know
whether I could ask, as that would mean questioning Master. Which would
only bring me more punishment at a time I didn't need it. So I remained
silent.


It was a couple of days later, after breakfast and cleaning up. That I
went to my room to change from my nighty. There I found lying on the bed,
as well as my pretty underwear, my lovely deep purple silk dress. Even
the silicon pads for my bra. Unfortunately no stocking only a pair of
white knee high socks with red satin bows on the side of each. After
doing my make up, dressing and ribbon in my hair. I went down to Master,
who was sitting in the lounge with a little toilet bag next to him. As
well, he had my wide studded collar in his hand. I knew to kneel then to
have the collar put on.
"Now stand let me have a good look at you."
Standing there my dress and petticoat were raised, Masters hand went over
my clit to see if I needed the chastity-belt put on. Damn! I thought as I
had a semi erect little thing down there.
"As I thought, we better put you into the belt, don't you think."
"Oh, please no Master I won't touch it, Please no," I begged.
"Won't you ever learn, you were good for awhile. Now tantrums again."
I knew what he meant my that, and what is about to happen as I was led
down to the punishment room. Panties removed then bend over the stool
with legs apart. For some reason Master went soft with me this time, as I
only got a dozen via the paddle. Even though it left my backside a deep
red and burning. Now I had to stand hold my skirts up over my waist while
Master fitted the chastity-belt firmly on me. I knew to stay silent as
Master went about fitting me into this torturous item.


It was straight into the back seat of the car for me then. While Master
got his coat plus the little toilet bag. We seemed to be driving down
into the country side. Hopefully not to far, as my paddled backside is
not feeling to happy down there. It was now that I got told, I'm going
be staying in the country on a farm for my holidays. My heart sunk, I've
never been on a farm, what will I be expected to do. Possible the house
work I guess, couldn't imagine me out working the animals or doing
whatever they do with them. Plus it seems I have no other clothes, unless
Master has them in the boot already.


Then as we arrived and drove up the long driveway. I realized it wasn't
the sort of farm I was thinking of. The sign out front said something
about Kennels. I looked towards Master with a dreadful thought in my
head. Master then looked at me with a quick smile on his face. Before
turning back to focus on the unsealed, bumpy driveway ahead. I knew then
where and what I would be spending my holidays doing. My mind went back
to a gathering Master had to not long ago. This other Master there was
telling my Master how he'd love to put me thought another kind of
training. How it gets the best out of a slave. Even hearing him then I
cringed with the thought of what it could be. Now I know what it is, K9
training. I've heard Masters talking about it, but never thought they
had it planned for me, till now.


"Master Please! Not this, Please don't let him train me like an animal.
I just want to stay as your slave, Please Master." I pleaded.
With that Master just stopped the car suddenly, turning to me saying.
"You are just a slave, you will do just as you are told. Remember back
when you signed yourself over to me. You will learn to be an obedient
slave, you won't question Masters decisions. You know you are just a
slave who has to obey. Do you remember!! Do You!" I was asked.
"Yes I do Master b.....but," I tried to get out before having my face
slapped.
"Now just sit there like a good pansy and not another word out of you, or
else."
I sat quite, I knew what the `or else' meant.


We arrived at the door, as Master hit on the knocker, the sound of dogs
barking rang out. It wasn't the sound of small dogs either. I stood
there frozen, petrified of what is on the other side of this door. Plus
what could be in store for this sissy slave. I knew better than to plead
to Master not to have me trained like a dog. I stood silently, stomach
again in a turmoil. I even had that feeling of wanting to wet myself, I
had to fight against it. Footsteps came closer, then the door opened. I
took a deep breath knowing this is it. Yes! It was the same man who made
the suggestion to my Master at that gathering a few months ago. He's a
little taller than Master but about the same build. I would say around
40ish. If you saw him in the city, you definitely would say he's from
the country. Just has that weathered look about him, even though he's
not bad looking.
Master and he exchanged hugs and pleasantries, then looking at me. He
just said.
"you won't know it when you get it back. Bring it in now."
With that Master just pushed me inside. I had that thought of being
attacked by those dogs. But no, they were in there run out the back,
Thankfully. We were led into a living room, where the two Masters sat and
talk for a few minutes. Leaving me kneeling facing the wall away from
Master with my legs parted, hands on my head looking straight at the
wall. I was feeling rather uncomfortably nervous, as there was silence at
times. I realize they were looking at photos by some of the remarks and
laughter. All to soon Master just called out to me.
"Bitch! get over here."
Standing in front of Master with head bowed. I was told to strip off
everything except my collar and chastity belt. Slowly and obediently I
started with my dress, shoes, socks. Then there was nothing for it, but
to start removing my petticoat, my lovely bra and breast pads right down
till the last thing to remove, my Ice green satin panties. I couldn't
help but caress over my breast with the panties, That caused Master and
my soon to be trainer to laugh as I did so. Master then made the remark
that I'm so much a girl, he's thinking of putting me on hormone
treatment, before being told not to waste time. I folded everything
neatly, before putting all into the box provided. Then got handed a jar
of cream and tissues to remove my make up, followed by a bowl of luck
warm water and soap to wash my face with.


I now stood feeling very naked and humiliated, just in my collar and
chastity belt. Hands at my side, head bowed, I waited for my next order.
My new trainer came towards me, his hands went feeling all over,
squeezing where ever he touched. Pulling my head back, with his fingers
opening my mouth to look in there. Making me poke out my tongue, taking
hold of it and just pulling on it firmly, causing muffled squeals to come
from me. Next it was my hair to be looked through, even my ears and nose
got his attention. All this attention was beginning to get me aroused, I
could feel the strain under my belt. I know it was the humiliation of it
all that was causing it. Hearing Master and my trainer talking and
laughing about me, plus degrading this way, really excides me now. As it
makes me feel more and more like a bit of property, something to just be
humiliated and abused in any way.


My collar came off, then Master was asked to unlock my chastity belt.
Which he did. At last I again felt the freedom, as I hung loose in the
cool air. Just as quickly I was told I'd be in no Position to touch it
at any time. A new black collar went on, it was only about 2 inches wide.
I knew it had a name tag on it, but was unable to see what it read. Next
I had to put my arms through this harness. Which fitted tightly under my
arms and buckled at the rear, then connected to my collar. With that
secured and feeling rather uncomfortable. It was now down on all fours,
like an obedient slave, I obeyed. Only to endure more humiliation by
having my legs parted, face on the floor, arse looking to the stars. As
Master sat watching, my clit got pulled, twisted, squeezed in all ways
possible. The skin pulled back as far as possible, just to see how clean
I was under there. Then it was on to my balls to receive much the same
treatment. Thinking all was now finished, I went to kneel up. Only to
receive a few very hard slaps across the back of the legs. Being told
"Stay where you are you stupid bitch, dogs don't move till there Masters
tell them," my new trainer announced. Back down I went, to the feeling of
him now pulling open my rear lips and inserting some long prob thing. I
felt it being turned around a couple of times, then out it came again.
"I see it had a good clean out this morning," he said to my Master.
"Yes it has an enema every morning now, I make it beg sometimes also
before it can release them. Feeling that cramp is good for it," Master
said.
They both had a good laugh about that.


"Ok back on all fours bitch."
As I did so I looked over to Master with a sad look of please don't
leave he here like this. At the same time I got told to kneel up and put
out my paws like a good dog. Being slow to obey, he just pulled my hand
up then encased it in a black leather padded mitten. Tying it closed
firmly around the wrist, then on to the other. Once that was tied secure,
I realized just what a tight fit they were. I couldn't move my fingers
or thumb, but did notice tiny holes on the top, guess that's to let them
breath so not get to sweaty or smelly under there. As he pointed to the
floor, I knew that's for me to get back on all fours. Each foot then
went through the same procedure with these bootie things, before going to
my knees to have knee pads strapped on. As this was being done, he
informed Master this is just to help till it gets used to life on the
floor. I noticed at the back of the knee pads, there were small straps at
the top that went down and tied just below the muscle of each leg. Hence
preventing any chance of me standing, as I was about to demonstrate for
Master. Finding the predicament I was in, I just started sobbing, only to
have no notice taken of me. But a heavy chain attached to the collar and
being told to heel. Not quite knowing what he meant, I just looked at him
only to get a quick pull on the lead till I was at his side. Another pull
at the lead I was then led over to the wall, the chain attached to a hook
there. I was told to stay, so, I had no option but to stay. I realized I
have a lot to learn about doggie talk, when I got pushed down to be
almost lying on the floor.


Hearing the trainer and Master talking, I heard them say about another
slave boy that has been here for two days. That he just wants to live and
be treated as a dog by his Master, so he should be a great help in
training that. The next thing I was left alone, as they went out, not
even noticing me as they walked passed. I lay there thinking of what was
in store for me now. I know I'm only a slave, but it's the first time
I've been separated from my Master. Plus what is life going to be like
as a dog, hearing dogs barking when we arrived. I hope I'm not put in
with them, I hate dogs. I lay there feeling rather nervous and sorry for
myself thinking about my future here. After a while Master and my trainer
returned. Master told me how the other dog looks so happy and thinks
he's pleased to have a sissy bitch to play with. Oh, there's also three
Labradors, two dogs and a bitch, just like you, I was informed. The
trainer came removed the chain from the hook. Ordered me to stand, so I
went to get up like any normal person. Only to be slapped and asked what
are you doing Bitch!! Get on all fours remember you're a dog, so don't
try being funny. Followed by another slap across the backside, with the
remark about my backside being a deeper red by the end of the day If I
don't behave. I turned my head to look up at him, still feeling sad and
sorry for myself. Only for him to remark to Master,
"See it has even got that sad look a dog gets, so that's a start."
Then with a pull at the chain I was led over to Master. Who opened his
legs indicating for me to put my now `paws' on his lap, like dogs do.
In doing so, I just looked at him and begged "No please don't Master,
don't leave me here." even though I knew I could get punished for
speaking, but I didn't. Instead he just took my head between his hands
telling me to be good. Then started rubbing my head like I've seen
people doing with there dogs. I just dropped my head into his lap and
sobbed, knowing there seems to be no way out now.


As I lay there, Master still stroking my head. Suddenly he said, "Oh look
your collar even has your name on it, `Nancy' isn't that lovely? You
like being call Nancy don't you."
I didn't respond, I couldn't reply. With that I was just pushed off,
back on the floor where I was to remain.
"Well I think I better get a move on now. Have packing to do for our
holiday in Munich." then followed by saying, "You'll want to get started
in your Training, won't you?" As he stood patting me on the head. My new
trainer handed Master the chain, "It'll feel better if you take Nancy to
the door, I think." So Master happily pulled at the chain leading me of
towards the door. All this time I kept sniffling trying to hold back any
more tears. Standing at the door Master told me to, "Lick my feet now,
You like doing that don't you Nancy?"
Bending down I proceeded to Kiss and Lick all over Masters shoes, even
going up over his socks. I know he likes it when I do that. I wanted to
show him that I do love him very much, even though I'm being left here.
At the same time Master and the trainer were hugging again, saying there
goodbys.
"Now you be good and we'll have a well trained dog, or should I say
Bitch, ready when we return." With that he handed the chain with me on
the end of it, back to my trainer.


As the door closed behind him, separating us for the next two weeks. My
Master has gone leaving me, I could do nothing else but burst into tears.
I fell to lie on the floor crying my sissy heart out. Trying to say "I
don't want to be a dog!! I don't like dogs, I'm just a slave." The
trainer trying to console me, by saying, "It won't be as bad you must be
thinking. Slaves like you need just that little extra help in being a
more obedient well trained slave." Slowly he started pulling me along the
hallway. Fortunately the way the collar is attached to the body harness.
The collar didn't press on my little apple, all the pulling pressure is
on the harness itself. He was also much stronger than I am plus being
restrained the way I am. There was nothing I could do but follow
passively, back into the same room. To again have the chain hooked onto
the wall bracket and told to lie still, I'll be back soon. There I lay
sobbing, my eyes burning and must look very red, tears running down and
drying on my cheeks. My nose also running and going into my mouth. I
tried using my arm with very little success, I don't have a handkerchief
to use. Even if I did with these mittens on I couldn't use it anyway. So
there was nothing for it, but to let it run where it ran. I was to upset
to care anyway.


I had just about cried myself out when the door opened and my trainer
entered carrying a bowl of water. Putting it down in front of me, "now a
nice drink of water alway makes a dog feel better." I wanted a drink, but
didn't want it from him or in front of him. So just ignored him, even
the bowl before me. That was until my face just got pushed into it, with
a slap across my side I was told to Drink!! Reluctantly my tongue started
slurping up the water, at least it felt good to wet my dry mouth. I
finished up drinking it all, which make someone standing over me happy.
Kneeling back up I got another pat on the head and told, "That's very
good Nancy, I think we are going to get along nicely with your training."


That heavy chain was unhooked from my collar this time, to be replaced
with a proper chain leash. Holding the leather grip of the leash in his
hand, he then ordered me to heel. I just looked at him not knowing what
he meant or was he talking about my heel. Well I soon found out with a
sudden jerk to the leash and I was now on all fours and being led at his
side. Sitting in the armchair my Master had not long before vacated, my
trainer then ordered me to `sit'. Yes I was well aware were he meant
for me to put myself. Now squatting on the floor in front of him, leash
still firmly in his grasp.
"Now I want you to listen to what I say and listen good." he said in a no
nonsense tone.
I sat looking nervously to him, waiting, knowing this is going to be more
instructions to control me.
"Firstly, if you are good and do as, or what I say, you get little
rewards. On the other hand it will be punishment, that's up to you.
Secondly, there will not be another word come from your mouth from now on
or you will be gagged to remind you that dogs don't talk. And that is
all you are, isn't it Nancy?"
I just turned my head to the floor not wanting to answer. Till another
slap inviting me to reply. As I went to say a quiet `yes' that brought
another one, being told I should just give a little `bark' so I went
`woof' that I don't think he really heard. Even at this early stage I
was beginning to think, I'm not going to have a happy time here.
"The only human things you'll do is clean your teeth, and shave
yourself. Yes, your body will remain hairless don't worry about that.
Your Master doesn't want your hair cut any shorter, so it'll be rolled
up and kept in a little hairnet like ballet dancers have theirs. Would
you like that?" he asked
I knew this time to say a soft `woof' knowing I would very much like to
look like a Ballet dancer. OK it's just my hair rolled up in a nett, so
that's still feminine looking. Even for some one that is now a dog! With
that he proceeded to pull my hair back like a ponytail, then rolled it
up. Putting it into this small hairnet, then tying it tightly. Looking at
me he just said, "Now that's out of the way, I'm sure the dogs will
like you better." I knew better than to even look at him in case my
thoughts could be noticed.
"Once you have realized what you are and perform properly as a dog
should. Then you'll be allowed to go into the Kennels with the other
dogs. I know you'll be looking forward to that, won't you Nancy?"
Again I looked to the floor and just shook my head to indicate NO! With
that response, he just said "We'll see."
"If you need to urinate when inside. You'll bark for my attention, come
rub yourself against my leg. You'll see very soon what I mean and how to
do it."


Once he stood and pulled at the leash, I was again on all fours being led
out along the narrow hallway. I felt a little fearful as we went, I could
hear the dogs barking and it seemed to get closer. On opening another
door, I tried to hold back, not wanting to be with dogs. I just got
pushed in before him via his boot. Sitting happily on the floor was this
other dog/boy, I relaxed again, but could still hear the barking, must be
coming from outside. Suddenly dog/boy was up racing over on all fours
towards us. He just reminded me of a dog that has missed its master for a
time, guess he had really. He went straight to sniffing and licking
around our trainers feet. Seemed really pleased as he got told what a
good dog he is, with a pat on his side as well. He was also wearing the
same mittens, booties, pads and chest harness as I was. The only thing he
didn't have a leash on, like I did.
"Now I've got a playmate for you, won't that be nice?" he was told. "It
wants to be a good dog like you are. Only it's a bitch. So you can help
show her how a good dog performs."
Giving a couple of `woof woof's' he looked at me, then came to rub
himself against my side. Must say it felt really warm and nice as he did
it.
"Now its name is Nancy, yes it is a bitch dog aren't you lucky?" he was
informed.
I noticed him looking at me, then going towards my rear. Then I felt him
sniffing, then his tongue licking gently over my arse. God! that was
great, hope he'll do it again. I waited, but no, instead he came back
beside me. As the trainer then introduced him to me as "Biggles" I looked
at him and he looked at me, like he was waiting for something. I would of
loved to of kissed him on the lips, but that's not being doggie is it. I
was just about to move towards his rear, at the same time being told what
to do, that made my trainer happy when he saw me about to go there. My
mouth was under there in a flash, having a good sniff and licking around
his sweaty, slightly smelly hole. No, that didn't bother me a bit. With
a pull of the leash, I realized I must of been making to much of a meal
of it, so retreated, but not before one last lick. Back beside him, I
could tell he quite enjoyed what I'd just done, by the look he gave.
"I can see you to are going to enjoy being together, a dog and its
bitch." we were told "Now go fetch your leash."
Without another word Biggles was of to where he'd been waiting,
returning with leash hanging comfortable from his mouth. He knelt in a
way offering it to our trainer, to take then attach to his collar. For
doing it, he was given a pat and told what a good dog he is. At the same
time I got told that's how I'm to react to an order.


Now with both of us standing doggie styled and leashed we were of for
some obedience training. Like sit, stay, heel, crawl with stomach
touching the floor, walking between upright sticks. Then to fetch one of
those rubber bone things, over and over. My heart wasn't in all this, my
mind still very much with my Master. Consequently I was beginning to get
the paddle across the back of my backside quite a bit. All this time
Biggles was performing as a dog should, with lots of praise. Thankfully
for my backside sake this came to an end. Only to have a tape player
turned on, Yes it was of dogs barking, whining, even crying. Biggles and
I had to listen then perform as we'd just heard. It was all good fun for
Biggles as this is what he wants to be, but me? No! To make matter worse
for me, was to hear the dogs outside barking even more as they must be
hearing the tape also. Wonder if my barking will mean anything to them?
Hope not.
By now I was also dying to urinate again, forgetting how I was told to
ask. So I just sat shaking a little and pointing between my legs. The
message was understood, as I got led over to a large steel tray in the
corner, I noticed it had a small drainage hole to one end. Once I got on
the tray I was then shown how a bitch dog pisses, squatted with hind legs
parted, then let the flow begin. I watched as my piss made its way
towards the hole. Hopefully I'll learn not to get myself so wet in
future. A little while later, I noticed Biggles sniffing around the tray
where I'd just pissed. To the pleasure of our trainer, as he informed me
that dogs recognizes another dogs scent that way.


This first day seemed to take forever, my body also became rather well
marked, through my lack of attention. Or lack of wanting to be a dog. I
was happy when we got given our bowls of water and dog meat mixed into
other mush. I made the trainer happy when he saw I ate it all up even
licking my bowl clean. Well I hadn't eaten since early in the morning
and I do like dog food now. Then we were allowed to rest in the same
room, but tied down away from each other. Before we were left, I was
warned about trying to speak, I got the message loud and clear. All the
same, I couldn't help lying [doggie style] looking over at Biggles.
Wanting to be next to him, cuddling into his loveable body, keeping both
of us warm. He had his rubber bone that he chewed and played with. I
noticed he would also look slyly my way, then back to his toy bone. Guess
we were just left why our trainer had his meal, and must of fed the dogs.
As they seemed to go quite all of a sudden, in no time he returned. As
Biggles got released, he gave a few soft whines, rubbing against the
trainers leg, looking towards the tray. I gathered that indicated he
wanted to piss, he was released of his leash. Straight over to the tray
he went, raising his leg up against the wall. I watched as his flow ran
and towards the hole without wetting him either. All the time wishing I
could be drinking it for him. It was the first time I'd really noticed,
he has a cut penis. Once he was done and gave a we shake of his lower
body he was back with us to be leashed again.
"Now Nancy come and get to know Biggles scent like a good bitch should."
with that I got pulled over to the tray. My nose pushed down into it,
that I could almost lick it. But thought better of it at this time. I
decided one lot of urine, smells about the same as another. Guess real
dogs must have a better sense of smell than I do. With that over it was
back to more sitting, crawling, heel, fetching as before. To be followed
with more listening to the tape then barking, whining, as before. Still I
got no better with my soft effeminate voice, Biggles was so much better,
guess his voice was more male than mine would ever be.


Thankfully the training came to an end for the day and I got taken
outside.
"Now go do your business before you're bedded for the night," I was
told.
Thankfully I did need to go bad, so squatted as before and hoped I
wouldn't wet myself again. But yes I did, so had to spend the night
smelling of urine. I noticed Biggles wasn't sent to do the same. Then
when inside again we were led into the room that had five cages in it.
There were two with a pillow and a couple of blanket in them. I was taken
over to one. But before going in and with great delight I was relieved of
those mittens, knee pads and booties of my feet. What a wonderful feeling
it is to be free of all that again. Then off came the harness and collar.
So delighted at my freedom I got down licking my trainers feet. I never
thought I'd be doing that as a dog. All a little to soon I guess, as the
next thing a small cage went over my little clit, a leather strap between
my legs and around my waist to be fastened with a small padlock. I went
peacefully into the cage, hearing the gate close, the padlock clicking
closed.


To my surprise Biggles wasn't put away in his cage. Instead he knelt up
to have his mittens taken off, followed by his kneepads, booties and
collar. I watched in dismay as he then got given a pair of overalls to
put on. He stood looking rather happy, but all the time still didn't
speak. The trainer came over to my cage telling me, "Biggles is coming
with me to take the dogs for there walk, seen as he's a good dog and can
be trusted. The sooner you learn, the sooner you'll be given privileges
also. We won't be to long." With that they were off, leaving me alone
and able to squat there and just think about my live as a bitch/dog. I
still wasn't happy, I only want to be a slave to my Master not a dog. I
was still just squatting there when they returned. Could hear the trainer
putting the dogs back into the cages, I guess. Then he came in with
Biggles, who straight away took off the overalls folded and gave them to
our trainer. Then back on the floor he went, without even being told.
After having his body harness taken off he licking all over the trainers
feet, before having his cock locked away like mine. Then heading straight
to his cage, to also be padlocked in for the night. Before leaving us, we
both had a bottle of water hooked on the side of our cages with a big
teat to suck it out. I liked that, but hoped I wouldn't want to piss
over night on to my bedding, there is no nappies for me now. The light
went out we were told to be good doggies, the door closed leaving us
there caged in the same room but not together. I just lay there now
hoping Biggles might say something, like talking normal. But no I only
heard a few we whimpers coming from him. By the movement I could hear,
think he was just getting himself comfortable. In no time I could hear
his breathing so knew he was asleep already.


It was out of the cages very early next morning. I watched as Biggles had
his mittens, knee pads, booties and collar put on. Then my cage was
opened, grudgingly I crawled out to be put back into my mittens, kneepads
booties and collar. Then off came the little cages we had to wear over
night. Don't know why, but I didn't even feel like getting a stiffy,
not once. Now to be led outside where we could do our morning urinating
on the grass. That felt better, not quite so much down my leg either this
time. With that over, we were led around through the fields. I didn't
realize we were so far up this hill, or even near civilization. Looking
around I could see the street lights and lights of houses below. I bet no
one down there knows there are two slaves up here being trained to be
obedient dogs. After being walked a bit, our leashes came off and we were
free to run around. I wasn't very interested in doing this sort of
doggie thing, at this early hour. Over night I didn't change my mind
about being a dog. Masters sissy slave is still all I want to be. Just
standing there watching Biggles running around, thinking no that's not
for me. When suddenly a boot up my rear, "Get moving Nancy," I wandered
off, finished up over by the dogs run. Just looking in, fortunately they
were still in there cages. I looked to see where biggles was then took
off towards him. As I did he came and again sniffed between my legs,
turning sideway I went under reciprocating. Next there we were licking
happily over each others sweaty, smelly holes, neither cared.


"Nancy, Biggles, Come!." with that Biggles just took off towards our
trainer, with me far behind, bring up the rear. At least I know Biggles
likes me now by the way he licked me. It was now over to a hole dug in
the garden, Biggles just went straight to it. I watched as he did so, I
knew why, as he squatted down to do a damping.
"Go on Nancy that's where you go also, just wait for Biggles to finish."
over I went not really wanting to shit at this ungodly hour. But didn't
want another kick up the arse, as he has a heavy boot. The hole wasn't
big enough for both of us, so I waited back. Then decided to move over to
wait behind, so I could watch Biggles pushing it all out in front of me.
So yes that's what I did, squatted right down behind him. Looking
straight into his opening shithole, forcing out a couple more smelly,
solid turds right before my eyes. Once he had finished and moved away, it
was my turn. I felt so self-conscious trying to do it this way outside
over a hole. Looking around, I saw Biggles sitting there watching, as
I'd done to him. I guess he wants to see mine coming out also, dropping
my head I forced the best I could. Then slowly down the tube they started
to slid, my lips parted to extract the first small, smelly, brown turd
into the hole below. Well near the hole. Another hard push forced another
sheep side one to follow suit, that seemed to be my lot. So not as good a
showing as Biggles gave me, not much of a smell either. Seen as I missed
the hole, I had to push it in with my paw. After the hole was covered
over we were leashed and led back inside to our water bowls.


The next delight was our morning bath, into this old bathhouse, with just
as old a bathtub. Looking to Biggles our trainer said "bitches go first,"
with that off came my mittens etc. again, then up and into this bath.
With one deep breath that water was cold as, I could only squeal out, no
not doggie like either. Just like a sissy that I am. That earned me a
couple of hard slaps to start the new day. Again I just had to stand
doggie style, to be washed all over with a soft brush and soap I didn't
really care for. Guess it would be the same soap he uses on the dogs, no
smell at all, I like nice smelling soap. Once I'd been soaped all over,
I got told not to move or I'll be taken out and punished. I just froze
on the spot, as freezing cold water got sprayed over my body. I couldn't
stop myself from crying out "No stop! please no!" I was shaking with the
cold. Didn't care if I'd get punished for this sudden out burst and not
being dog-like. I've never had such a cold water bath or freezing cold
water on me like that ever. No way could I move till he'd finished, as
he held me firmly by the neck. Once he was done I was helped out onto the
floor, a towel wrapped over me and rubbed all over. Yes everywhere his
hand went to dry me. Well sure some wasn't just to dry me or did he want
to make sure my now shrivelled clit didn't get a cold. He must of known
there was no way I couldn't help but cry out the way I did, as I didn't
get the punishment he promised for it. The collar went back around my
neck with leash attached. I went to squat and wait for Biggles to get his
bath. But no, Biggles got up sniffed over my body. hope I smelt OK for
him now. We were both led back to our cages, after tying wrist straps on
me with chains hanging. The door of mine was opened, pointing to it,
ordering me in. The chains were then attached to the cage, the blanket
draped over my naked body. "Now just wait there like a good bitch, we are
taking the dogs for there morning walk." just before he closed the door a
rubber bone got dropped beside me. I just ignored it, I'm not a dog I
don't want that to amuse myself with. I just squatted there the best I
could to watch Biggles being taken out of his mittens and booties. Then
back into those overalls, his leash came off but not the collar. They
were now away, soon I heard the dogs barking, seemed excited I guess
knowing it was walkies for them. Maybe a time to shit also, wonder if
Biggles will like watching them damping there load.


I lay there the best I could, wondering what is in store for me today.
Wondering what my Masters would be up to, wishing I was with them. Guess
it'll be another day without my girly clothes and that's all I want to
be is a sissy slave not a dog. Meant to play with a rubber bone, I'd be
much happier if I had Prince to play with instead, he's just sitting
lonely on the bed at Masters place. Yes I was feeling sad, not allowed to
talk and how I'd love to talk with Biggles. He's cute, wish I could get
to know him in a human way, but that won't ever happen, I know. Next
thing the dogs came bounding into the cage room. Thank goodness I was in
my cage that they couldn't get to me, as they came right up to the cage
sniffing around. Damn I can't move my hands away as one of the dogs
starts licking at my fingers. I froze, my heart beat increased, is it
going to nibble on them. Looking sideways the other two dogs were also
sniffling around the cage. The trainer and Biggles just stood at the door
watching my fear. "They won't hurt you, now get to know them while I
bath Biggles." I watched as he took the overalls and collar of Biggles.
Who then went straight to the floor on all fours and waited. Our trainer
left, to return with three large bowls of food for the dogs, then a large
basin of water. At least that got them away from my cage, I could breath
easy again. Hearing the words "bath time," Biggles following like a good
dog of to get his cold bath.


Must say dogs are not the quietest of eaters, I just hoped they took
their time at it. They didn't, but at least I wasn't bothered again, as
they lay licking themselves before lying resting. Biggles came running
back in, mittens, booties, kneepads, harness and collar all back on.
Straight over to the dogs he went sniffing at each in turn, before coming
over squatting beside my cage. After releasing my wrists, I was let out
to have my mittens, kneepads etc put back on. I noticed unlike myself
Biggles didn't have control straps on his legs. Guess he must be trusted
not to try and stand up. At last the dogs got taken out to there
enclosure, then we were fed our bowls of mush and water.


The rest of the morning was spent as yesterday, learning doggie things
again Then more listening to the tape before barking, whining, well I
don't think I'll ever be recognized for a dog by my barking effort. Now
chasing and picking up those rubber bones in our mouth, giving them to
our trainer. Again I couldn't get into being a dog, constantly being hit
or watching Biggles being given little rewards for doing so well. It
wasn't long then till he was offered the ultimate reward. Yes he was
asked if he'd like to go outside to be in the run, with the other dogs.
You could see the look of delight come over Biggles face, as he also
whined going up rubbing against our trainers legs. To receive pats and
told how he's becoming such a good dog, that his Master will be so proud
of him. With that we were both taken out to the dog enclosure, the gate
was unlocked. At the same time the dogs seemed to think they were coming
out, so there they were, all three standing around the gate as it opened.
I just froze in fear of one or all coming at me, there was nowhere I
could run, as our trainer had a firm hold of my leash. Fortunately they
didn't come out, as they were told to `stay,' my heart started beating
normally again. I was told to sit and not move. Biggles was now led into
the dog run, the gate closed behind them. I watched as he got taken to
each dog in turn, sniffing each and they had there noses rubbed over his
rear. Just watching you could tell he really enjoyed himself. Obediently
he lay as he got told to lie, the dogs were then put down around him.
Guess that's good doggie bonding, Biggles body was caressing closely.
His face got buried underneath, I'm sure he was licking their bodies.
Once our trainer saw they were all happy together he took the leash off
of Biggles collar and left the enclosure locking the gate behind him. I
would swear Biggles didn't even know he had left, he was so engrossed in
being excepted as a dog, by the dogs.


I got taken back into the training room for more doggie lessons. It
didn't take long till our trainer lost patience with me, for my lack of
obeying his orders. That I had my wrists tied to a couple of rings about
a metre up the wall. My ankles tied pulled back and secured to rings
attached on the floor.
"Now if you can't follow orders like a normal bitch, I'm sure a few
good strokes of this flogger will show you there is another way to help
you learn."
As I looked to him, I saw this three strand leather whip in his hand. I
knew there would be no use in begging for mercy, promising to do better.
That would make things worse if I talked. I just braced myself for
what's to come, and that it did. From my shoulder blades down to my
backside, one firm lash after another, it landed painfully. Leaving there
burning, stinging marks as it made its way down. My soft moans quickly
became loud screams. My crying wasn't like we had been learning to do
doggie style, no just like any human will do. I quickly lost count of how
many lashes I received. Once satisfied with the work of the flogger, my
beaten body got released. I just collapsed to the floor crying, then to
have my mitten covered paws tied together, my hind legs the same. Now to
be hogtied together and left.
"You can stay there till you realize the era of your ways." with those
words he walked out.
I cried my little heart out, as I tied to also wiggle my bound body
around, to a more comfortable position. Once my crying, sobbing had
subsided, I could do nothing but lie there thinking. Eyes burning full of
tears, snot running freely from my nose, unable to do anything about
either. Still sniffling but, guess it gave me time to think of what I am,
why I'm here. Yes I'm nothing but a slave and as Master had said so
often, slaves must obey orders. I have no rights, Master has left me here
to be trained the way he thinks fit. I know he wouldn't of done it if he
didn't think I needed this sort of training. OK. Nancy you have been
brought to your senses, your trainer has broken you, now do what you're
told. It'll make Master very happy. I thought to myself and was about to
show it, as I tried my very best at Barking to draw attention to my
trainer. A short time later there he stood over me, I tried to whine or
give a pleasing bark to say, I want to be trained to be like Biggles.


Back on all fours again I happily did my best to show what a good dog I
want to be. I even like hearing him tell me how good a dog Nancy was
becoming, with little pats on the head. Then to be taken outside to the
dogs run, as I sat watching Biggles interacting with the other dogs. I
got thinking, could I go that far being someone that doesn't like dogs.
Next thing Biggles got called over and told how good I was becoming. He
put his paw through the cage wall the best he could, then I got told to
lick it. Well I didn't know where it had been, but it was Biggles, so I
didn't care. I licked it the best I could and loved it before he got
sent back to be with his new friends. I just watched as he ran back, only
if I could be with him, he seems so sweet. Being outside again make me
realize I needed to do a damping again. As this morning I couldn't drop
much. After indicating the best I could to my needs, I was taken over to
the hole and squatted over it. Trying the best I could but nothing would
come out, yet I knew I was full. So wouldn't you know it, back into the
training room I was taken. Told to sit, I did. Only to see a full enema
bag being brought in, to be hung on the wall hook.
The nozzle went in further than Master even pushed it up. There I was on
all fours taking the full contents of this bag. My stomach was sagging, I
was beginning to get cramps badly, I couldn't move, I tried whining, all
to no avail, until the bag was empty. "Now hold it in, I don't want any
accidents." I felt every inch of the nozzle sliding slowly out, I tried
squeezing to keep it all in. Oh! No, I'm now to be led outside to the
pit. Slowly, painfully, one small step after another, I made my way out
to the waiting hole. After standing there giving pitiful looks, silently
begging to be allowed to deposit my waste, with the odd little whine
coming out also. Eventually I got told to squat over the hole. So full,
so cramped up, the harder I tried, the harder it became. Next thing an
anal prob got pushed up my rear passage, I didn't care. As Bingo!! out
it came, gushing like the mountain wall had just been broken down.
Letting the Lahar flow, all its filthy discharge landing in or somewhere
near the hole, if not over my legs. God knows how much was in there,
there seemed to be no end to the flow. Each time I pushed more of the
smelly shit and water squirted forth. Oh what a relief as the last
trickle ran down my leg.
"Good girl Nancy, you're learning to be a good bitch now aren't you
Nancy?" as he led me away from the hole, to fill it in. Standing on the
grass, I had the knee pads removed before a wash down via a brush and
cold water.


Lying there on the grass drying, I could watch Biggles continuing to
interact with the dogs. He seemed so at home in there, so much the dog he
is striving to become. But for me I'm dreading the thought of having to
bond with them. Even though they all look so placid, guess they must be
used to having such company. All I still really want to be is a sissy
slave wearing my lovely underwear, dresses and make up, serving my
Masters. Playing with Prince, not a rubber dogs bone. I know this is what
Master wants, but hope he doesn't keep me as a dog when he comes to get
me. Lying there deep in thought, then.
"Nancy! Come here," I knew to get up and over to where the trainer called
from. At least he was pleased with my quick reaction, that I got my back
rubbed and told I'm being a good bitch. That felt so nice over the still
soreness of the flogging I had earlier. Without taking the leash, I just
had to walk beside him. Finishing up in the training room to be fed my
bowl of mush, which contained some crunchy stuff. I discovered it to be
broken up biscuits, so that wasn't to bad. To make things even better
Biggles was brought in to be fed beside me. It was so nice, as he came up
and licked my sore, bruised back before settling down to his bowl. Once
I'd finished, I went close to Biggles rubbing my body on his. Putting
head on his back, he felt so nice, so warm. Even the smell of dog was on
him, I didn't care, as out came my tongue licking over his back, down to
his butt hole. As I went in there, his legs part a little, yes he wants
my tongue, I'm happy to oblige. That was until our trainer arrived back,
quickly pulling me away, telling me what a naughty girl I am. A few more
firm slaps across the backside, which seemed to liven up the lashes of
earlier. Doing what I was doing to Biggles also excited my little
clittie, so guess that was also a reason for punishment.


As a reward for my excepting to be a dog. From now on I got relieved of
these mittens, booties. But not my harness or collar, then stood on two
feet, given a pair of jeans [first time ever] to put on. Now with Biggles
and our trainer was off taking the dogs for there walk. Yes we had one
each, my stomach turned again as I got handed the leash of one with a
small plastic bag. I just looked in fear not quite knowing what to do.
Before being told "Don't be scared Cindy won't bite you, just walk
beside me," I didn't realize it was the girl dog either till then, well
guess two girls together. I went to ask about the plastic bag, only to
get a slap over the face to reaffirm that I'm still a dog, so don't
speak. The fear in me increased more, as we headed down the driveway I
remembered Master driving up to deliver me. Are we going out on the
walkway for all to see. Bet anyone would know Biggles and I are
different, just one look at my marked back is enough to say that.
Fortunately we stopped before the main gates, let the dogs free of there
leashes, and off they went in different directions. I found out now why
the plastic bag, as they went to drop there loan. Yes it was left to me
to pick it all up in my bag and carry the bag of dog shit home. That
doggie walking was not as bad at I'd anticipated it would be. No I
didn't get bitten or barked at, so after the first night I was happy to
get into those jeans and take a dog.


With the dogs happily back in their run for the night. It was my turn to
get on the tray and piss.
Before the removal of the harness or collar, back went that little cage
to be padlocked keeping clittie save for the night. Next thing before
getting locked away for the night, I was given a tablespoon of Caster
oil. It tasted awful as I tried to spit it out, only to have my head
pulled back, nose held and again forced to take it all down. It was
revolting, but was held firm till he knew I'd swallowed the lot. "Now we
don't want a repeat of earlier, do we. So that will help you go in the
morning." God, I hope it doesn't work to quick. I knew what he meant, as
I remembered now having it forced down when I was a small boy. Once I got
locked away, water bottle hanging there for me. I noticed Biggles having
his mittens and booties put back on, then to be led out of our room. I
started to whine, thinking I'm to be left alone all night. OK we
weren't in the cage together, but just having him in the room made me
happy. All I got for the whining, was told to be quiet, the door closed
behind them. Sadly I lay down waiting, hoping for Biggles return only to
drift off to sleep. Sometime later I woke to the sound of movement in the
room. The light was on, there was Biggles having his doggie gear taken
off. His little cage locked back over his penis, a pat on the head and
into his cage he went, like the good dog he is. After locking his cage
our trainer turned to notice I was awake watching. Coming to stand before
me, saying "If you're a good bitch again tomorrow, you can have a lovely
treat like Biggles has just had." with that he left us alone, turning out
the light, closing the door as he went. I knew I couldn't say anything
and Biggles wouldn't answer anyway. So just lay down again, at least
knowing I now have company. Yes I could even in a way feel his presence,
hear his breathing as he once again drifted off into a beautiful sleep.


Next morning I got given Sam a male dog to take for this walk, plus
plastic bag for clean ups after. It was on our way back to the house that
oil from last night decided to work and work it did. I knew better than
to talk, so just stood there and tried my soft barking. It worked,
wonderful, showing the bag indicating the best I could that I need to do
the same. Then to my embarrassment, I had to take off the jeans get down
on all fours and let it go. Even after the enema of yesterday I still
pushed out a lot of smelly turds. With that all over I looked up to
notice Biggles behind me watching, the dogs also sitting watching. As
I'm a little different to a normal dog. Our trainer gave me some grass
and leafs to wipe myself with before getting up again. All my mess had to
go in with what the dogs had dropped. Even the cleaning up of my mess
felt rather humiliating with all eyes on me. I could feel Biggles looking
my way, as I looked at him I got a beautiful smile, guess he enjoyed
watching me dropping my shit like that.
Well he'll have to go sometime soon, so hope I'll be able to return the
favour.


After our cleaning and feeding, we were taken out to the dog run. Only to
notice Cindy had been removed to a run the other side of the yard. Now as
I waited to see Biggles put back with his friends. But no this time after
much resistance, it was Nancy's turn to get bonded. My heart was beating
like never before, my whole body was shaking, I was so nervous of what
would happen in there. Both our trainer and Biggles realized how I was
and both tried to calm me down of encouragement, Biggles stroking his
head over my body, plus licking my face like a dog would. I guess they
are both here if anything goes wrong, knowing Biggles was not attacked or
anything yesterday. After looking at him, then up to our trainer,
curiously I let him lead me in. The dogs were kept from me for a minute
or so while the trainer just stroked me, calming me down. As I now stood
Sam was called over, his nose went behind, I could feel it on my butt
cheek. In turn I had to put my nose at his rear. After being told to sit,
Rusty got called over for the same procedure. I was wondering then if
that is why Cindy got taken out, she might not be as easy going as the
males for someone like me. The trainer stayed in the run for awhile
watching our bonding, which surprisingly went nicely. I lost all those
tends up nervous feelings I had to start with. Soon I was doing all the
things I'd seen Biggles doing with them. I also noticed Biggles was left
outside, he must of had to keep an eye on us while our trainer was of
doing whatever he does.


Once our trainer saw I was quite comfortable and interacting with the
dogs. He then brought Biggles back in, which excided me no end. For some
unknown reason Sam and Rusty seemed to sort out who they wanted to be
with. I finished up being pared with Rusty, who at times kept pushing his
face into me or growling at me. As he did this the trainer got down
telling me I'm Rusty's bitch and he's showing his authority over he.
So it seems I'm a slave to a dog now also, loverly. A couple of times I
heard Sam bark at Biggles, but nothing like I got. Just looking at
Biggles he was quite at home following or letting Sam do as he wanted
with him. It didn't take much to realize this is nothing new to Sam and
Rusty. Having `humans' to play with, treat as their Bitches like we
are. Wonder if Dan and Justin have had this sort of training, maybe
that's why they are so obedient. Biggles and I were left in the run for
quite some time. I was also rather enjoying it, thinking of myself as a
dog now just like Biggles was. I even put my face under Rusty, looking at
his fur enclosed cock wondering what it would look like hard. What would
he do if I tried to suck it out, making him nice and stiff. Decided I
better not try my luck. Good job I didn't as next thing our trainer came
to take Biggles and myself back inside. In to be caged up again with a
small bowl of mush and water. Before he left we were told to stay quiet
and be good till he come back.


It wasn't long till we heard a car coming then a knocking at the door.
Biggles and I just seemed to look at each other, is it another dog-boy I
thought. Guess that must of been the thoughts Biggles had when I arrived
here, just a few days ago. Could hear muffled male voices through the
wall, wish I knew what they were saying. After awhile they went outside
to see the dogs. Just hope whoever it is isn't brought in see these two
dogs sitting locked in their cages. After awhile the car sounded like it
drove away. Then our trainer came to open our cages and seemed quite
happy that we were quiet dogs. That we both got patted and rubbed over,
as he told us, we can now play together for awhile. Hearing that made me
very happy to think I can be up close playing with Biggles. Only there
was to be one big catch, we both had our little cages put back on. Even
so we were able to get together, touching the best we could with our paws
still wearing mittens. My legs still wearing the restraining straps.
Guess being in with the dogs we learnt how to use our mouths, tongues a
lot more. I tried to speak softly to him, but just as quickly got the
message that we are dogs, so don't speak. Yes he just growled and barked
at me before rubbing his head along my side, then pushed me over, in a
playful way. He was the dog, I was his bitch, his tongue started licking
from my crutch upwards. By the time he'd reached my nipples, I was in
that much agony. The pleasure Biggles was giving me became to much for
one restrained clit. I was hoping against hope, that the harder I became
the steel cage would succumb to the pressure I was forcing on it. So to
burst open giving me freedom, it worked the opposite way. The intense
pressure, then pain quickly caused ones clit to deflate some. I noticed
Biggles to be in the same situation with the pain down there. We finished
up lying there licking, cuddling, looking into each others eyes. Just
enjoying being together as we are for the first time, alone, but still
not a word spoken. I would of loved to of told him how I love being with
him.


Later when we took the dogs for there walk, there was another male dog
here. Guess that is what was delivered earlier. Quickly I figured out
why, as Cindy didn't come for the walk with us. This dog was also a
Labrador named Anton. Reckon there'll be a bit of mating taking place
soon. Then after however long a whole lot of little Labradors running
around and for dog-boys like Biggles and me to be put in with.


After our return and toileting, Biggles was caged up. I had my mittens,
booties and harness put back on, then led out and into our trainers
lounge room. As I sat like a good dog, I watched as he stripped off, then
sat in the lounge seat, legs parted, showing a decent size cut cock
hanging there. I couldn't take my eyes off of it, hoping it's for me to
play with.
"You're being a good bitch now aren't you Nancy," he said stroking his
prick.
I just whimpered in my best doggie style, as I remained sitting where I
was left.
"Come here Nancy and see what I've got for you, as a reward."
In no time I sat between his legs. His hands went either side of my face
stroking me, telling me how my Master will be very happy with how I'm
learning to obey like a slave-dog should.
"Now use your mouth and make me nice and hard, I want to feel your tongue
all over me." With that he pulled my face onto his semi hard cock. It was
up to me now to work it fully erect, show him how much I love sucking
cock. For the next hour or so, I guess, there I was licking, sucking on
his sweaty cock. My nose being tickled by his thick, dark, hairy pubic
bush, which also smelt strongly of sweat and stale urine. Then pushing me
away, till he turned around offering me his smelly arse to lick over.
Telling me how he likes dogs doing that, once satisfied he then turned
and sat back. Now making me suck over his hairy bush, before going to his
decent size ball sac to lick and suck on. The way he had me sitting
there, I guess I did feel like a dog. Hind legs on the floor, paws either
side of him, having him patting or stroking me, referring to me only as a
bitch-dog. Back sucking his hot throbbing cock, his purple gland head
seemed to go a deeper shade of purple, swelling even more. I knew it
wouldn't be to long before I got my rewards.
"You are just like all the dogs, you love sucking your Masters cock. Yes,
now work that ruff tongue along the length of it." he started saying in a
heavy voice, his head right back. His hands holding my head firmly over
his pulsating penis. One loud deep groan, then squirt after squirt he
shot his hot sperm deep down my wantoned throat. Swallowing as fast as I
could trying not to let one drop spill out. Yes I wanted the lot of his
hot gooey spunk in me.


I lay there between his legs, licking him clean, savouring that last drop
as it oozed out. Once he'd recovered, he just said "down bitch" pushing
me back to the floor. His trousers back on, the leash went back on my
collar with a pat on the head and told Nancy's been a good bitch. I was
taken back to be caged up for the night, but not before once again being
given a large spoonful of that oil. Biggles seemed to wake as we arrived
back, by the look on his face he knew I'd been doing what he'd done
last night. Lying there drifting of to sleep, above the oil, I was still
tasting male sperm and thinking of sucking our trainer cock. I couldn't
help wondering how often does he uses the dogs the same way, as I'm sure
he does, just by the remarks he'd made.


Even though I'd had another sudden damping while walking the dogs this
morning. Thanks to that Caster oil last night. Before our bathing,
Biggles and I both had to be cleaned out with a couple of large enemas.
At least I was able to see Biggles getting punished this morning. As he
whined and wiggled about terribly as he received his first bag full. So
once he'd been allowed to release it. The next thing was a good half
dozen hard lashes via the flogger across his backside, which he took
without a murmur or movement. There wasn't a word out of him as he took
his next bag full. By the look on his face you could tell he must of been
feeling the cramp, as he had to hold it in. OK. I was no better, but as
I'd had a big damping there wasn't much in me to fight against the
liquid going in to fill me.


Instead of being put out with the dogs after being fed. It was back in
doing more doggie training. This time a lot more going after a small
ball, stick or rubber bone to retrieve in our mouths. Take back, making
sure it was placed in his hand on demand. All this today seemed to go on
for a couple of hours at least, I'm sure. I was exhausted, wanting to
lie down panting, even my neck was sore from the collar after being lead
around those wobbling poles by the leash. But each time I tried squatting
down, the riding crop left its stinging mark over my backside. I'm sure
it finished up as red as Biggles was. Thankfully we were taken back to
our cages and a bowl of water in each. Lying there looking at Biggles,
I'm sure we were communicating by our looking and the odd little barking
to each other. How I wish our cages were together or better still we were
put in together.

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Chapter 2 soon.