Date: Sun, 4 Jan 2015 16:45:50 -0500
From: Nycjohnny44 <nycjohnny44@aol.com>
Subject: Twelve Days of Domination Part 7

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Twelve Days of Domination-7



	The following morning I woke up a little sore but well
rested. Daniel was sitting up in bed, reading the paper. He was wearing his
sweatpants and tshirt and he looked down at me when he saw me stir.
	"Good morning, puppy. Did you sleep well?" He patted the bed next
to him. "C'mon, puppy. Up." It was actually harder than I thought it would
be without the use of my hands and being on all fours and he laughed when I
stumbled back. I got up to the bed on my third try and he scooted over a
bit to let me snuggle into him. I sniffed his armpit and he chuckled a
little bit when I licked at the hairs. He pushed my face away gently and
snapped his fingers. "Settle." I calmed down and tried to snuggle close to
him. He read the paper for about an hour and now and then petted me,
scratched me. He was so kind.
	His phone alarm buzzed and he picked it up, silencing the
alarm. "C'mon, pup. Time for your morning piss." He swung his feet off the
bed, and stood up, watching me to make sure I didn't fall down and hit my
head. I followed him as he walked to the kitchen. He poured himself coffee
and watched me piss in the little pet pad. I did better this time, getting
only a little piss on my leg, and he wiped me down.
	He put a bowl of water in front of me and I lapped at it greedily,
realizing I was both hungry and thirsty. "Pup, I have to go out for a few
hours, but I have someone coming over to watch you." I looked up at him and
opened my mouth to speak, but a look from him killed the words on my lips
and I whined like a real puppy. He leaned against the kitchen counter and
spoke. "I could put you in a cage if you'd prefer." I crawled over to him
and rubbed my head on his leg, leaning my head up and back to sniff his
crotch and he laughed, petting my head. "Relax, pup. You'll be in good
hands." The doorbell rang and he snapped his fingers, pointing at the
floor. "Sit. Stay." I stayed while he left the room. I could hear two
voices come down the hall and recognized Daniel's, of course, the other was
familiar to me, but I couldn't quite place it.
	Daniel came back into the kitchen and Scott, from the other night
came into the doorway. He seemed so much taller, now that I was on my
knees.He looked at my collar and smiled at me. I saw he had a small bag in
his hand. They were still talking and Scott knelt down, while chatting with
Daniel and held his hand out towards me.
	I went over and sniffed it carefully. He gently moved his hand onto
the top of my skull and scratched and petted me.
	Daniel stuffed his keys in his pocket and they talked over me, as
if I were just a tiny bit of a distraction.
	"He hasn't eaten yet, Scott, so at some point he should. Probably
sooner rather than later, as I have some more training to administer this
afternoon."
	"No problem." Daniel and Scott gace each other a quick kiss on the
cheek and Daniel left. I heard the door close and Scott looked at me and
smiled. "Turn around, doggy. We'll get you food in a couple of minutes." I
scooted around and presented my ass to him. I heard the bag he had in his
hand open and then felt his hand touch my behind. The skin of his hand was
different than Daniel's. Rougher, harder but his touch was almost
gentle. He brought something around to show me. "This is your tail. We're
going to put this inside of you. It's going to hurt a little, but you'll
get used to it."
	I felt a touch on the rim of my hole and the cool, wet feeling of
lube was spread around me and inside me. I felt a push and I tried to let
myself relax. He took his other hand, and rubbed my back, speaking softly
and encouraging me to take it. The problem was that the thick was tapered
at the front and end, just before the tail itself, but it was so thick in
the middle that I could barely take it. It hurt but eventually he managed
to work it inside.
	Scott reached around me and rubbed my belly. "Good. Good. Just
breathe." I leaned against him, feeling his warmth against my skin.  He
held me for a few minutes and then stood up, going to the refrigerator and
poked around until he found something he could feed me. He put the food
down in the bowl and leaned up against the sink, watching me dive in. "Hold
on, doggy. Be careful. You're spilling food. Eat slowly. Come up over the
top of the bowl and push your head down." He smiled as I looked up at
him. "Don't just push the bowl around. Eat from the top down." He watched
me carefully. I admit, I was hungier than I thought and was less careful
than I should have been and now and then, he would instruct me. Once he
actually hit my back with a rolled up newspaper, causing me to yelp in
surprise.
	"I don't want to hurt you, puppy, but you have to learn. I'm not
going to let Daniel come back here and have him think I went easy on
you. Try it again!" I leaned back down into the bowl and carefully ate,
trying hard to make sure that nothing spilled out.
	 He smiled when I looked up at him. I'd eaten as much as the food
as I could without feeling like I was going to make a mess. I turned around
and crawled to Scott, rubbing my nose into his hand. "Wag your tail,
pup. Happy puppies wag their tails." I moved my ass back and forth, feeling
the hard rubber of the tail slap back and forth on my skin. I felt both
ridiculous and perfectly happy and I could feel some of the heat from my
own shame running up my back. He taught me two ways to sit that allowed me
to see without straining my neck. One with my hands waiting on my knees,
the other with my hands on the floor, my legs bent beneath me, as if I were
kneeling. Each time he rewarded me with a treat of a cookie. "Okay, puppy,
lean down so your forearms and your legs from the knees down are on the
floor. You can't roll over from just being on your hands and knees without
the chance of hurting yourself." I got closer to the floor and he pushed
down. "Good. Now tuck your chin to your chest. That will help protect your
neck. That's a good thing to remember whether you're in puppy mode or
not. Tuck your chin if you're doing any kind of physical throw." He lightly
tapped my head and I pushed my chin closer to my chest. "Now, gently push
yourself up with your left leg and arm and roll onto your right shoulder
and onto your back. Don't try to roll all the way over." I carefully pushed
off and felt the slap of my shoulder onto the floor. I felt like I must
have looked like a dead bug with my arms and legs flailing in the
air. Scott leaned down and rubbed my belly. "Ok, pup, roll all the way over
and let's go into the living room. There's more room. I bumped into the
wall when I rolled all the way over and I let out a little 'woof' of
pain. He got to the living room on his two legs faster than I could on all
fours and he was moving the coffee table out of the way. I felt the now
familiar scratch of the carpet on my skin and he had me practice again and
again, each time rewarding my attempts with soft, soothing words, or the
sharp strike of a newspaper when he felt I wasn't trying hard enough. I got
more soothing words than I did sharp strikes, so I felt it was a little
triumph.
	He had me sit in front of him and he held his hand over his head
and he taught me how to beg, my tounge hanging out, panting. We played
fetch with a squeaky rubber toy and there were times when it felt like an
animal's instincts were taking over. That was when he seemed to be the most
proud. I hadn't realized it until later, but Scott wasn't giving me time to
think and lose myself in dissecting each action the way a human being
would. He kept moving from trick to trick, until I found myself wagging my
tail without being told as he had me chew the squeaky toy or slapping my
paw into his hand to 'shake.' I wasn't sure how much time had passed, but
we both heard the jingle of keys in the door and I turned and bounded
towards the front door, yipping slightly. I wasn't quite as fast as I would
have liked and Daniel met me at the doorway of the living room. I sniffed
at him and moved back and forth, shaking my tail so he'd know I was excited
to see him. He leaned down and I could tell he'd been working out or
something from the strong smell of his sweat. He rubbed my head and my
belly and tweaked my cock a bit, because I'd started to get hard when I
smelled him. A few minutes had gone by before I realized he had someone
else with him.
	Daniel snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor. "Down, pup." I
stretched out at his feet, as low as I could get and looked up. It was the
waited from last night. I knew he was tall but looking at him from the
floor made him seem like a giant. Daniel left me on the floor and went over
to the chair, sitting down with Scott and the waiter on the couch. He
tossed me the squeaky toy and laughed as I chewed it, rolling onto my back
and stomach, gnawing at it and feeling supremely contented. I stopped
trying to listen to what they were talking about and simply chewed and then
settled down at Daniel's feet when he snapped. He reached down and I could
feel him grabbing each of my hands, taking off the mitts one at a time. I
felt my fingers straighten out and Daniel put a hand on my back.
	"Ass up, " he said. I could feel him carefully working the tail out
of my butt and I felt both happy and disappointed that he was taking it
out. I gasped when it slid out of me with a pop and he carefully rubbed my
cheeks and I buried my face into his side, hiding myself from the other men
in the room. He took the collar from around my neck. Like everything the
feeling came with two emotions. I was relieved to be myself again, but the
head space I'd been in, where I had no worries on concerns beyond being fed
and rubbed was one I wanted to enjoy again. I wanted to have no cares
beyond making Daniel happy and I felt the weight of reality bring my
spirits down a bit. He carefully took my knee pads off and had me bend each
leg at the knee to get some more blood circulating.
	"Pup," he said, and I realized he had rarely called me by my name
since the first night we'd met. "This is Alex." The waited stood up and I
realized he was probably about 6'3" to my 5'10" and his sleeveless shirt
showed big arms and shoulders from hard work at the gym. "We've played
basketball together and he's a workout partner at the gym. He benches twice
what I do and he's going to help you continue your lessons while Scott and
I watch. You've learned some helplessness when you were a puppy. But what
you haven't yet learned is being powerless to someone elses
strength. Physical strength." Alex took my hand in his as if he were going
to shake it and his big hand dwarfed mine. He started to squeeze tightly
and I gasped at the pain, begging him to stop.
	"Yeah, beg me," he said and I could see Daniel sit down in the
chair, crossing his legs, staring at me. Scott watched from the couch.
	Alex looked down at me and I could see his grin through the slits
of vision, as my eyes were closing in pain. Damn, this guy was strong. His
shoe moved to just above my face. "If you want me to let go, then lick the
bottom of my shoe." My eyes shot open as he squeezed even tighter. I could
almost feel the bones rub against each other painfully. "Crane that neck,
man, and lick it. I wanna feel your tongue on my shoe." I shut my eyes and
tried to not think about what was on the bottom of his shoe and where it
had been. I lifted my neck as best I could and he moved his foot slightly
higher. I lifted again and again he pulled it out of my range. "Reach for
it. Reach for it. Reeeeaaaach for it." He drew out the vowels, slowly
squeezing each time. He finally pushed his shoe down on my face and I
licked as he released my hand. I knew it wasn't broken, because it hurt far
too much for that. I kept licking the bottom of his shoe, feeling dirt and
grime on my tounge. He pushed down a little harder and I could feel pain in
my nose from his weight pushing down on me.
	"Damn, Daniel. I love this shit." He lifted his foot off me and
planted a foot on either side of my chest. He stared down at me, his eyes
dark and a bit cold. "I always love when you call me for this. it's been
awhile since I've been able to let loose with someone. He looks like he
could handle some power." He brought his foot off the ground and leaned on
my chest, letting me feel his weight. "Get my foot off your chest. C'mon,
push it off. Show me how strong you are." I slapped weakly at his leg, but
that made him only push down harder. "If that's all you've got, you're
gonna be in for a world of hurt. The more you fight back, the lighter I
go."
	I could hear Daniel's voice in the background. "This will be how I
get the rebel out of you. You can fight against Alex as much as you
want. He can take everything that you'll dish out and more. Feel free to
use all that anger you have at me, all the struggle you've had when I make
you drink my piss, anything you're angry about. Take it all out on Alex."
He paused. "If you can."
	Daniel watched as the pain prevented me from getting up off the
floor. He turned to Alex. "Tear him apart."