Pet Slave Story

Pet Slave Story

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Cagecorr Cage of Correction TopDog and UKSkin Chained on his knees, his gullet full of my cum, the new cocksucker defied me, "Never. Never.! I'll never do that, you'll have to kill me first, you can't make me do ... Please, Master, please, don’t make me do that…"
The Dog The Dog boy, by slaveGirl Lauren wasn't all that thrilled about watching her boyfriend's dog for the weekend, but the big german shepherd was lovable, and quite obedient. She didn't expect any problems from Desi -what a name for a mutt, she thought, named for the cuban actor-leading man, Desi Arnaz. Sometimes she wondered about Ted's eccentricities.
The Trip Part 3 in the Skinhead Nation story. Just wait and see...
Dogboy "Spike" Diary of dog boy Spike A tale of dedication and service of a dog as he prepares for his prospective Owner and Master.
Whipped Dog On-going training of Dog boy This is when your dog hopes to go into some more detail about my training and some thoughts that i have on the matter, your dog will not question the training that you give me, as this pup trusts his MASTER is going to look after the property in His care, Sir.
Necktie party from The Noose Club At exactly midnight I rang the doorbell and knelt down. The door opened and Master Raymond ordered me to crawl inside and service His boots. His 14 hole Rangers are always highly polished -when I am in custody I have to do them twice every day along with Master Gary's 14 hole DM's and my own slave boots.
My new Dog Boy from Skite I saw you Saturday night sitting with your friends under an umbrella in front of Florent. I thought about pulling out my dog collar and putting it around your neck and dragging you on all fours through the restaurant to the bathroom where I would lock the door, bend you over the sink and fuck your sorry ass. I thought about it, but I had better things to do.
Rover by Rover, Harrisburg, PA 17106 I'm going to be a Dog. I don't mean I feel like a dog, I mean I'm going to become an honest-to-god dog, a human dog.
My five years as a dog by Kia I am finding this a difficult task, trying to relate the sum of five years, experience devoted to pleasing my former Owner. I had found a man who became my Master, my Owner, who led me to see the pleasure of living as that special dog of his. I was happy to have given up my human liberty to find a better freedom to be and exist under his control. There is a special relationship between a man and his dog that when found is quite rare.
My Chastity Training By cuffedKid Sir ordered that I kneel, so that he could place the collar on me. Then I was left to fit the cock cuff to myself. I had not had a wank before I arrived here because I expected Sir to let me have a final tug, before having the cock cuff on. Well, I was so very horny and could not get the cuff over my shaft...
(back to top ) Below are those found on other sites, and so the links to them are at risk of damage to changes at their end.
My Life as a dog: by Owned I had agreed to live my life for the next year as a DOG. I would be a dog, a lab animal and a pet. Just thinking about this would reliably send an electric charge from my brain to my cock and back again. How did I know that I had made the right decision?...
Human Animals Stories by Robert Hurvitz "Oh, thanks," I said, accepting the flier. It read: "Subject needed for human-animal neural relationship experiment. $500. Please call Professor Billow at 642-0070 if interested." There were many cuts at the bottom of the paper to make stubs that one could rip off and take and that bore the words "Prof Billow, 642-0070, $500."
My Wife As a Dog by Anonymous Loosely inspired from the "Friday the 13th: the Series" episode of the same name. It was a cool day at Ricky's Bar, the place where I work. By "cool" I mean that the heater was down, so we were all freezing our asses off, you know? Of course, after my love life and recent marriage, I'm pretty used to cold. Well, I guess I better introduce myself, so you know what and what the hell is going on here, eh?
Sirius - The Dog's Tale by MegaDog Dedicated to the memory of the innocent dogs destroyed under the UK 'Dangerous Dogs Act 1991'. It was not your fault you were born the breed you were, it *is* our fault we let this happen to you. You will not be forgotten.
Patty on a Leash by an8234@anon.penet.fi Patty was winding her way around the corner, finishing up her part-time job walking Mrs. Fisher's two dogs. It was a simple job, but she was a very nice woman who lived about two blocks away from where Patty lives, and after playing with the dogs on her way home from school, she spoke with Mrs. Fisher and struck a deal.
Prison Farm by Bob Stein Keith looked sullenly through the barred windows of the van, watching the guard talk to some skinny, white-haired guy in coveralls. Andy and Spike, two other boys from the Juevy Pen, slouched down in their seats, trying to look bored. All three of them were being 'transferred' to this friggin' work ranch because they were troublemakers. He snorted. Like some Elmer Fudd farmer was gonna make him toe the line?
Human Animals Stories by Brian Eirik Coe We like to talk to each other. We set aside these two hours just to chat. The conversations sometimes go into the realm of philosophy or religion. Questions of such a deep nature that we often spend an hour imply defining the terms of the question. Other times, we might talk about some political issue, a news story, or even what the latest film releases are (even if neither of us has seen a film since that big Speilberg movie, what was it? Jaws, I think). So when Frank walked into the room, I wasn't at all surprised by two things, the two bottles of opaque liquid he placed on the desk, or his opening conversation. "Well, Doug, what would you say the possibility of changing the human form is?"
Straight Jactet Stories by Brian Eirik Coe Straight Jackets might not at first sight seem related to Dog training perhaps, but these stories can give you some ideas.
I've always loved writing stories about the kind of things that turn me on. These are most of the stories I've written over the years, and have previously only been available by email, in sections (my email program won't handle long files - nor italics, which I tend to make a lot of use of...) This is the first time I've actually got them all together in one place - I had to search ancient floppies to find some of them. They were all written with one object in mind:- to turn myself on - and so understandably they revolve around my own turn-ons and fantasies. However, please remember that they are all works of fiction - and as such do not necessarily reflect what I actually do to guys, nor the ages or types of guys I like to play with.
DogSlave one two three by Cager
It started as a fantasy. i had always had a foot in both the standard gay culture and another in the sm culture, content to dabble in one or the other when it suited me; but as time went on i found myself less and less drawn to the 'vanilla' side of gay sex and more and more to the sm....
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Then Master broke his leg. It was an honor to care for him and meet his needs during this difficult time.
Things seem to be getting back to normal. We're back to my daily beatings and things are running smoothly. It's good to have Master strong and happy again.
Life is good..as slave to Master A.
It's so hard. I never thought I'd be in a position to learn to serve another Master. I think it's going to take time and Master is very understanding of that. And it was kind of him to have this talk with me. He didn't have to do it. He wans me to think about it for a few days and then we'll have another talk where I'll be able to speak freely and ask any questions I want or express any concerns I might have.
Much pondering to do as I learn to be the best slave I can be...to Master A.

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This is a story I made up and wanted to share with people, hope you enjoy it.

P.S. This is not a real a story, only a fantasy.

Tommy was 13 the day when his life was fully changed.
It was Friday, the day Tommy would go to his room and talk to his friends on social networks or applications, he was home alone, as it was like this everyday. Tommy, who has a stunningly beautiful mother at the age of 30 with wonderful size 8 feet and 2 sisters that are adopted when their mother was 21, are both blonde with size 7 feet, one of which was 17 and the other 18, his father had died after a plane crash. Tommy would usually make his sisters and mother angry by his natural aggression to them, but this week, he was grounded with no computer in his room and couldn't leave his room after school hours. He was extremely bored, so he decided to ride his bike, even if it was against the rules of his punishment, but he went on to ride it anyways. After about 2 hours he parked his bike back home and opened the door, there his mother and sisters stood there.
"What on earth were you thinking Tommy?!" Yelled his mother.
"I was bored so I went for a bike ride, but that's none of your business, bitch." Replied Tommy.
His mother was just an inch from beating him, but that never worked, Tommy was a true paintballer, he could rarely feel pain.
"That's another week for you Tommy, cussing at your mother is a terrible sin." Said his mother.
But Tommy didn't care... at all.
"Can it skank!" Tommy said with anger coming from his voice.
"Go to your room we will arrange what will your punishment be. NOW!" Said his mother angrily.
Tommy could never stand his mother's screaming so he went to his room immediately. After fifteen minutes Tommy heard his name called by his mother from the Entertainment room.
"Tommy come down here, I want to apologize for the screaming and drama I did fifteen minutes ago."
Tommy rushed down and saw his mother and sisters sitting down in front of the television.
"You can watch T.V. if you're that bored." Said his mother
"Cool, where's the remote though?" Replied Tommy.
His mother had told him that she forgot where she put it and asked him to find it under the sofa, as she reminded him that it might have been there. Tommy went down on his knees and hands to look for the remote, but as he saw the remote he felt the pressure from his mother and sisters hands pressing on to his hands and simply bringing them behind his back and tying them up.
"OH WHAT THE F**K LET ME GO!!" Tommy screamed out.
His mom and his sisters dragged him to the sofa and moved the carpet, it seems that they have installed chain loops for Tommy to hold him and prevent him from escaping. His mom stood over him, she was still in her business dress, pantyhose and high heels.
"Listen, we've got you now, you're ours. You will follow every single command that we give you from now on."
"NO LET ME GO NOW!" He flinched and moved, but nothing worked.
His mother attached the loops and chains of his to the loops on the ground.
"I told you once, if you don't follow our commands, we will call the police, and set you up in a way that it would seem that you wanted to brutally murder us. So you've got 2 options."
His mother took off her high heels and held it in her hands.
"Now this is extremely necessary. I know, I know, I've been on this heels like, aaaalllll day, but you gotta accept your consequences, we're not taking shit from you anymore. So get ready to give up your life to us now."
Tommy shook his head and accepted the consequences.
"Alright here we go, first whiff for our new family owned slave"
She lowered her high heel to his face and placed the smelliest part of her foot, the toes. He inhaled, coughed and gagged he did, but he knew what his job was and had to do it. His mother and sisters laughed as hard as they could. The youngest of the two sisters took off her Puma high tops that she wore all day at cheerleading.
"Hey loser, I've been at cheerleading all day today, mind if you take whiff of what that smells like?"
"Yes Josie, I do, if it is your command and wish." Said Tommy
"Excuse me? My name isn't Josie for you anymore, from now on you will call me Goddess!" Said Josie
"Yes Goddess, you are the most powerful one and rule me. I am meant to be stepped on and nothing more." Replied Tommy
"That's better." Said Summer, Tommy's oldest sister
Their mother smiled with happiness in her, seeing her daughters dominating her son as well as her. She always thought that men are nothing more but snakes and deserve this kind of treatment from women. Josie placed her Puma on his face and held it there for a minute straight. Tommy almost died without any air in him. Summer, his older sister took off her knee high boot and placed it on his face after her younger sister was done. After several minutes they all finished choking him with their terrible foot odor inside of their shoes, boots and heels.
"Okay dear, now you need to clean our shoes, the inside and the outside, we've been walking on dirt and they're really dirty. I mean, you can't expect me to go to work with dirty heels like these will you now?" Said Mary, Tommy's mother.
"No! Smelling them is the last straw, but licking them?! I mean that's just degrading!" Tommy replied.
"Oh dear, you are a comedian aren't you? You know what's going to happen if you don't do it dear. I'm not going to clean my heels for something I didn't do, so as default you'll do it. Oh, and also you'll clean everything that I do to them too!" His mother told him with a sweet voice.
So he got to it, knowing he would have to do this for the rest of his life. After what seemed like hours to Tommy, he was finally done with licking the dirtiness from the outside of their shoes and the sweat from the inside of their shoes.
"That's right dear, suck it up. You will be doing this for the rest of your life. Oh yes and I've planned out what we're going to do to you tomorrow and so forth." Said her mother sweetly.

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