I first found this story back in 2014, but after some searches for the author this story was at least before 1997 when it was first posted to the internet on newsgroup. Then somebody posted to the site experienceproject but later on this site was closed and then, now the only link I can find on Google was the archive of the newsgroup post in 1997.
I am putting back this story here again in hope of extending its "life", and I also hope that if you have something that is written so good like this, please let me know. Thanks.
The Dog Slave
I was half asleep on my blanket when I heard her car pull into the driveway. Shaking myself awake I crawled over towards the door until my lead pulled taut and prevented any further progress. My nose should have been pressed to the window in anticipation of Mistress returning home from work; I hoped she would overlook my failure. I knelt in expectation as I heard her unlock the door.
"Good doggie," she said, setting down her briefcase and smiling down at me, "Now, heel boy."
As she had painstakingly trained me, I scampered on my hands and knees to her side, and pushed my nose down to her expensively shod feet. I knew better than to let my face touch her nylons or her high heeled shoes without permission, and remembered in time to raise my naked butt and wag it, like an excited puppy. This delighted my Mistress, and she ruffled my head affectionately as she unlocked my leash from the metal ring set into the floor. "Follow me, Scamp."
Freed for the first time since Mistress left for work that morning I followed her into the kitchen, where she opened the food cupboard and removed a can of cheap stew, which she began to open. This was spooned into my dog-dish and
placed on the floor. I immediately lowered my head and began to gobble up the cold meat, still enthusiastically shaking my butt as I remembered her threat - that she would start to serve me real dog food if I didn’t show more appreciation for my cold stew.
Mistress then placed another bowl, this time of water, next to my supper and strolled into the living room to fix herself a drink. I had such a kind Mistress, I thought, to look to her pet’s needs before her own.
When I had finished my meal - my first since my cold breakfast that morning - I crawled through to join her in the living room. She was sitting down reading the evening newspaper, nibbling on a bowl of peanuts and sipping at her gin and tonic, unwinding from her hard day at the office. For a moment I had a pang of extreme jealously - this used to be my life, I thought, before she had taken it away. However, the feeling passed, and was replaced with sadness as I realized that my beloved Mistress had no time for me at present. Feeling lonely, I settled myself down at her feet, having to be content to merely be in her presence.
However, when I looked up, my eyes fixed on my Mistress’s long legs, elegantly crossed, and I could feel my penis stir beneath me. Oh, no, I thought, I dare not let my Mistress catch me like this. Then I noticed the darker band of her stocking top peeking out just under the hem of her skirt, and my cock began to take shape and seriously harden. The restrainer she had me wear around my balls and the base of my penis allowed erections - she enjoyed seeing my arousal, and punishing me for it - but prevented me playing "doggie games" whilst left unattended. It also caused me considerable discomfort when I tried to become erect, and again, Mistress seemed to enjoy teasing me to add to my discomfort. As I hadn’t cum for over a week I knew I was fighting a losing battle. I remained on my belly at my Mistress’s feet, unable to tear my eyes away from her stocking top.
"My, my Scamp. What do you find so fascinating?" Mistress had caught me looking. "Up, boy, I’ve something here for you."
I reluctantly raised myself to my hands and knees again and looked up into her smiling face. She was holding out a doggie biscuit, and I knew with a sinking heart what was coming.
"Beg for it, Scamp."
Refusal was out of the question. I raised myself on my knees before her, hands under my chin in the classic "begging" position, and made small, whimpering noises in my throat. I forced my tongue out, and, giggling, Mistress placed the disgusting snack on my tongue. I ate it up.
"And what have we here, boy? A nasty, hard cock? Doesn’t my doggie know better than that?"
I continued to gaze into her gorgeous eyes as they twinkled their amusement at me.
"I’m going to have to teach my bad doggie another lesson, aren’t I, Scamp."
Standing, Mistress walked over to collect my punishment paddle. I briefly admired her swaying bottom beneath her tight skirt before I lowered my nose to the carpet and raised my butt in the air. Christ, I was still sore from last night.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
The paddle fell on my exposed ass with cruel precision. Mistress was by now an expert, and I struggled to keep my ass high and steady for her. I knew she would continue until my erection had subsided. I began to softly howl like a beaten puppy.
"Now remember, doggie," she lectured me sternly when it was finally over, "Erections mean punishment."
I looked up at her with tears in my eyes. She was slightly flushed with the excitement of beating me, and she was, oh, so beautiful; it was impossible to hide my lust for her. I longed to be able to kiss her, to hold her in my arms like a normal man, to fuck her sumptuous body, but she was not interested in me as a man. She had lovers, male and female, who provided her with sexual pleasures. I was merely a dog to her, a pleasant, obedient and attentive pet, who provided her with perverse amusement and delicious revenge.
Once, long ago it seemed, she had merely been my sister-in-law, my wife’s younger and very sexy sister. From the moment she had first set eyes on me she had disliked me, and had really began to resent me after the marriage when
her father gave me an important position in his Company. I had not helped matters by making a clumsy pass at her during a family Christmas get-together, and it seemed she had started taking a keen interest in my life shortly
afterwards. Blissfully unaware, and very foolishly, I had called her a "spoilt brat" and relations between us had soured even further. She had doubtlessly been delighted to discover my philandering nature, and my "adjusting" of the Company’s accounts to pay for my lavish lifestyle and many
indiscretions. She had taken her revenge by using her influence to slowly turn her sister against me, and after being presented with the proof of my infidelities Laura, my wife, had thrown me out of her home and her life, intent on divorce. Carol had then played her trump card and confronted me with the evidence of my embezzlement, promising to reveal all to her father unless I became her full-time slave. I knew her father was the sort who could
have me badly beaten, or even killed, but even if I lived I’d not only be ruined but would also be facing a very long jail sentence. There was really no choice, and I had to resign and move in with Carol to begin my training. I
had taken what I had initially thought was the soft option. I wondered, not for the first time, how big a mistake I had made.
Mistress left me crying, limp-dicked, in the living room and went into her bedroom to change. Cruelly, she left her bedroom door ajar, so I could see her as she undressed. I desperately wanted to tear my eyes away, to go into my corner and curl up in my blanket, but her power over me was complete, and I gazed with fierce longing at her fabulous body as she stripped to her sexy underclothes. I knew she wore stockings especially to taunt me, and she often left her scanty undies just out of my reach when she tethered me to my lead, for me to look at but not touch, much like my relationship with her. Totally ignored for now, my cock stiffened again, despite the recent beating my sore ass had just received.
I heard water running, and knew Mistress had gone into the shower. My heart began to thud as I wondered whether to take the chance, and before I knew it I had slipped into her room and my eyes searched that mysterious feminine haven. There they were! I thought, looking on her discarded white panties on her bed. Quickly I crawled over to them and buried my nose deep in their wonderful folds. They were cool silk, yet oddly also still warm from her body. I breathed in deeply, savoring her aroma, that wonderful, bewitching smell one finds on the crotch of a beautiful woman’s panties. My hard penis strained against its cruel restrainer, causing me to wince, but I continued sniffing my Mistress’s panties, and even dared to reach out with my tongue and taste her. Ooooh, my whole body strained for relief.
I was just aware enough to hear the shower being turned off, and managed to beat a hasty retreat from my ladies boudoir before she exited her bathroom. My punishment would have been severe indeed if I’d been caught in her bedroom,
let alone with my nose in her worn panties. I lay down in my corner and began to reflect on what I’d become. Six months ago I’d been a successful, wealthy businessman with everything going for me. Now I was a panty sniffing
dog-slave to my wife’s 22 year old sister, who now sat in my office, did my job. Once again I began to sob.
A short while later I heard her call "Doggie!" and I hastened through to her room, surprised at being invited into her private domain. Mistress was sitting at her dressing table, in her lingerie, applying her eye makeup. She looked at me in the mirror and smiled.
"I forgot to tell you I bought you a present today, Scamp."
I was immediately suspicious; Mistress was rarely kind to me.
"Wait until I get ready, then I’ll give it to you."
I waited obediently. It was obvious she was going out tonight, and had already partially dressed. My eyes were drawn to the lacy black wonderbra she wore, displaying a breathtaking cleavage. I could also make out her garter straps underneath a fine, filmy black slip, and noticed she was wearing fresh stockings, darker than the pair she had been wearing earlier, which now lay on the floor.
"Do you like this color?" she asked, as she began to apply her red lipstick. She waited for an answer, so I barked my approval. Mistress gave me a dazzling smile. It seemed she was in a playful mood.
"It’s a very sexy color, isn’t it Scamp? Would you like to kiss my lips, doggie?" She pouted her glossy lips at me.
I barked again, and Mistress laughed.
"Silly Scamp, Mistresses don’t kiss their doggies." I felt frustration growing, as no doubt she intended.
"I’m wearing this lipstick for Jeff, he’s taking me to dinner tonight. Then we’re going dancing. Jeff’s a wonderful dancer. And he’s so manly - he will probably try to kiss my lipstick off! Not that I’ll mind, Scamp! He can just about make me cum with his kisses!" Mistress giggled.
I groaned quietly to myself. I hated Jeff, her boyfriend for the past two months. He’d been one of my junior executives at the Company, and even then his arrogance had rubbed me the wrong way. Thankfully, he hadn’t met me since I had left my job, and he didn’t know my relationship with his girlfriend. But I had heard them, in her bedroom, screwing for hours at a time. God, how I envied that man.
I watched as Mistress pulled on her skirt and blouse and checked her image in the mirror, eventually appearing satisfied. Grasping my collar, she led me back into the living room, where she locked me onto my lead once more. Then the bell rang, and my heart turned to stone as Mistress went to open the door, without first throwing my blanket over me.
"Come on in, Jeff." I heard her say, as I tried in vain to bury my face into the carpet, the leash not long enough for me to hide. "You’re just in time to help me with Scamp. Head up, Scamp!"
It was probably the hardest thing I have ever had to do, to raise my face up and look at my Mistress and her boyfriend looking down at me. Jeff had his arm around her waist, and she leaned into him as she smiled down at me.
"So this is your pet dog, Carol? Scamp, is it? He looks much more at home on the end of a leash than he did in that big office of yours." Jeff chuckled deeply, no doubt observing my face turning deep, deep red. He was young and
strong, and I could see the contempt in his clear blue eyes.
"He’s been dying to meet you, darling. Although he’s been quite naughty today, haven’t you Scamp, and doesn’t really deserve a treat. Anyway, I need you to help me with his present."
Jeff looked down at me scornfully as my Mistress went back into her bedroom, returning with a huge grin and an ominous looking contraption in her hand.
"This is Scamp’s new tail, Jeff. I want you to hold him steady, because the poor doggie will probably be frightened when I try to insert it." Mistress produced a jar of Vaseline, and I watched in horrified fascination as she
erotically began to smear the lubricant over a black dildo-like shape. Eyeing the leather straps and the fluffy tail protrusion I worked out what was intended. As she had expected, I began to back away, and Jeff came over to me, smiling cruelly, and firmly grasped my collar, allowing me no further movement. He knelt down on my back, pinning me helplessly to the floor, and my struggles were hopelessly doomed and ineffectual after that.
"Spread his ass-cheeks for me, darling." asked Mistress sweetly, and I shuddered as Jeff firmly grasped an ass cheek in each hand and spread them wide for Mistress to insert the dildo up my ass. I wanted to scream at this
outrage, but Jeff’s weight on my back forced me to struggle for breath.
The dildo was painfully and humiliatingly inserted, huge and hard, into my ass, and Mistress pulled tight on the leather straps, fastening them around my hips to keep it firmly inside me. The straps were secured with little silver padlocks, and when Jeff released me I felt well and truly violated.
Through my tears I saw Mistress picking up the paddle. "Up, doggie." she said cheerfully, as if unaware of the utter degradation I felt. She waved the vicious paddle in the air as a warning, and I struggled onto my hands and
knees. "Maybe tomorrow you’ll remember to have your nose up at the window when I drive home, like you’re supposed to."
I had almost forgotten. Naturally, Mistress had no intention of letting me away with anything.
"Let us see your new tail, Scamp," she giggled, "Crawl around for us. And wag that tail."
I was appalled, and felt a little feeling of rebellion rising. However, I looked at my Mistress and shuddered at the thought of further punishment at her hands. I looked at her strong young boyfriend, I felt the collar and
chain around my neck, and realised the futility of disobedience. I had been thoroughly trained.. Much to their amusement I crawled around the floor for them, wagging my sore butt in the air, feeling my new "tail" swishing across my still-red ass. This, surely, was the final indignity. Looking over at them, I saw Mistress in Jeff’s arms, lips locked and hips grinding together.
Mistress broke off and fetched her bag from her room. Ruffling my head, she instructed me to be a "good dog" - as if I had a choice - and, hand in hand, she and Jeff went to the door. Just before she turned off the light she turned and looked down on me.
"Oh, doggie, another surprise for you, tomorrow. You’re going to have a visitor."
She waited, a malicious smirk on her glossy lips. I could only look up at her and wait for the news.
"My mother is coming over to see how your training is going. I told her all about your progress this afternoon, and she’s just dying to see how my obedient little puppy-dog is getting along." I had thought my humiliation
complete. I wished then that I had taken the prison option.
With that she gave a giggle, flicked off the light, and locked the door behind her.
I lay in the dark, my sodomised ass throbbing in pain, and wondered why my cock was once again hard as a rock.
PART 2
I was awoken from a restless sleep sometime after midnight, when Mistress returned from her night out with her boyfriend, Jeff. She had forgotten all about me, or perhaps I was simply ignored, as they proceeded straight into the
kitchen where I could hear them making coffee and having a snack. Their muffled voices were punctuated frequently with loud laughter, and it was obvious they had both had a good deal to drink. Shortly afterwards they went to bed, leaving me to my misery. I had hoped Mistress would remove my butt-plug "tail", but it seemed it was destined to remain in my ass, at least until morning. I tried to get back to sleep, but the sounds of uninhibited lovemaking from Mistress’s bedroom allowed me no respite, and I found myself listening to the sounds of ecstasy like some perverted voyeur. My cock ached as it tried to outgrow my restrainer, and I felt anguished frustration as I heard Jeff’s tremendous orgasm and the sighs of contentment from my Mistress.
I did manage some sleep before waking up in the morning, sore all over from having to sleep on a hard floor with nothing but an old blanket. My butt still smarted from the paddling I had had the night before, but my ass had
ceased struggling against the dildo buried deep inside. I looked at the clock, and realized that today must be Saturday, as Mistress was still asleep in bed with Jeff.
By the time I heard them stirring, my hunger had grown quite sharp and I was looking forward to my breakfast. However, I had to wait even longer as once again I heard the sounds of lovemaking escaping the bedroom.
Eventually I heard Mistress getting out of bed, and knelt up as she came out of her bedroom, looking disheveled but radiant after sex with her stud. She was fastening a light robe around her body, and I gasped as I almost caught a
sight of a bare breast.
"Well, good morning Scamp. How’s that tail of yours?"
I pushed my chest down to the carpet and raised my butt high, swishing my tail from side to side. It was degrading, but I was desperate to keep her happy.
I didn’t want any more punishment, especially with her boyfriend present.
"Good doggie." she laughed. "Let’s get you some breakfast."
Breakfast for me was a bowl of cold cereal on the floor and another bowl of water. I watched enviously as she prepared some bacon, eggs and toast and a couple of cups of coffee. I could barely remember the taste of coffee. She placed the breakfasts on a tray and headed back to the bedroom.
An hour later Jeff had showered and left the house, kissing my Mistress good-bye and promising to collect her again that night for another date. I lay ignored for another hour, listening to the sounds of my Mistress getting
ready for an afternoon’s shopping with the mother. Thankfully, she kept her bedroom door closed this time.
As always, she looked perfect when she came out to say good-bye to me, her bubbly personality shining through as she looked forward to an afternoon with her mother, after a night and morning of satisfying sex. Dressed casually in
tight blue jeans, ankle boots and a long angora sweater, she reminded me that she was bringing her mother back later that evening to meet me. Or rather, to meet the doggie me, as she already knew me well from my past as her son-in-law.
I spent the next five hours with butterflies in my stomach, dreading their return. Mrs. Spencer had welcomed me to the family with civility, and we had seemed to have gotten on well, but I could never shake off the feeling that she was disappointed in her daughter’s choice of a husband, probably thinking, like any mother, that she could have done better. She was a very attractive lady who had retained an excellent, if slightly overweight figure now. At 45 she still possessed the most wonderful legs, and it was easy to see where her daughters had inherited their beauty. However, she had been fairly kind to me, and I couldn’t believe she could be as cruel as Carol had. I began to hope that, when she saw my position, she would feel sorry for me and persuade Carol to release me.
I risked a glance out of the window several times, wishing I could be outside in the sunshine, and was lucky to see Mistress’ BMW pull into the street. Perhaps I could make up for yesterday, I thought, as I pressed my nose to the
glass like a good doggie. She didn’t notice, however, as she was busy talking to her mother, and I watched as the two ladies approached the front door, high heels clicking loudly on the path.
When the door was unlocked I was in position, steeling myself for more humiliation. Hopes of mercy from Mrs. Spencer were dashed immediately, however, when I saw her face break into a delighted smile when she saw me kneeling before her.
"Well hello there boy, you must be Scamp."
I groaned inwardly, but my training took over. I yelped an affirmative "woof" which amused her even more.
Mrs. Spencer looked fantastic. She wore a mid-length fur coat, a tight skirt, dark stockings and elegant patent black leather court shoes with long, cruel heels of at least 4". Mrs. Spencer is not as tall as her daughters, being only around 5’ 3", but what she lacks in height she makes up in presence. Her expensive perfume swept over me, and I found myself staring up into a heavily made-up, aristocratic face. Her red lips, darker than her daughter’s, shone down at me. With her perfectly coiffeured blonde hair and expertly applied makeup she is someone who would always be noticed in a crowd.
Mistress unlocked me as her mother removed her coat and sat down on a chair with a contented sigh. Crossing her shapely legs, she called me over as Mistress went to fix some coffee.
"Oh, what a delightful tail you have."
I wagged my butt in the air, feeling like an eager puppy. I did not want to create a bad impression.
"I’ve heard all about your training, John. Sorry ... I mean Scamp." She laughed at her mistake. "It looks like you make a fine dog."
I knelt before her and watched as she lit a cigarette. Something else that was now denied me.
Mrs. Spencer leant forward and made no secret of examining me from head to toe. Her eyes lingered on my stiff penis, and she deliberately pursed her lips together and slowly blew smoke into my face, watching my reaction closely for
any signs of rebellion. I realized then that she felt no obligation to me. Being married to an overbearing man, this was probably the first time she had ever had a helpless male in her power, and she was enjoying the situation
immensely. In any case, I remembered, any pity she might have felt towards me had likely vanished, considering the pain I had caused her daughter with my dishonesty and infidelity.
"What’s that contraption around his cock, dear?" she asked as my Mistress approached with a tray of coffee and cake.
"That’s Scamp’s restrainer, mother," she replied, "It stops him playing with himself when I’m not here. The straps constrict his testicles and won’t allow him to cum. It keeps him under control, otherwise the disgusting creature
would be rubbing his cock and making a mess all over my furniture."
"Very wise, Carol. Laura should have had one put on him when she married him."
"She should also have put a leash on him, mother. He needs discipline. Without a firm hand he gets cocky and starts to go out of control." The ladies sipped from the coffee.
"So, do you ever unlock his restrainer? Do you allow him relief?"
"Sometimes, but I don’t like to make a habit of it."
Mrs. Spencer seemed to find the idea very intriguing. "When did you last allow him to cum?"
Mistress thought for a few moments; it was obviously not something high on her list of priorities.
"Oh, about a week I think, mother."
I wanted to object, to cry out that it had been ten long days, but remained still, on my knees before them, trying to project the image of an obedient dog. My heart leapt as I saw Carol produce the key to my restrainer, and I was ordered to raise myself as she unlocked the hated contraption.
"My, he does want it bad, doesn’t he?" laughed Mrs. Spencer as my cock sprang forward. She was now able to see that I had no pubic hair, and asked her daughter why.
"Oh, I like to keep him shaved. And after all, I don’t want him confusing himself with a man, mother," came the reply, and both ladies began to laugh.
"There’s no danger there, dear." said Mrs. Spencer, and she beckoned me forward. She looked deep into my eyes and asked "Would you like to cum, Scamp?"
I was forbidden human speech, but longed to say "YES, YES" She could see my clear desire in my eyes, and was beginning to really enjoy my humiliation.
She grasped my collar and pulled me further forward. I found I now straddled her leg, and she pulled me towards her a little more until my hard cock lay against her stockinged calf. Understanding dawned on me.
"Go ahead, doggie." She smiled, and I realized that she could be just as cruel as my Mistress.
I glanced in desperation to my Mistress, but she gave me a look that said "Don’t you dare disobey." My degradation now complete, I began to hump my mother-in-law’s leg. Mistress put a hand across her mouth and struggled hard
not to burst into hysterical laughter. Mrs. Spencer fixed me with a steady gaze which ensured I kept up a firm rhythm, and, despite the humiliation, I felt my desire rising as I rubbed my shaved penis up and down her stocking. She filled my senses, and I realized that this would be the only way I would ever again be allowed to get close to a beautiful woman.
I came violently, spilling pent up seed all over my mother-in-law’s stockings and shoes. Mistress by now could no longer hold back her laughter, and I could also hear Mrs. Spencer joining in, triumphant at expressing her power
and putting me firmly in my place. I couldn’t remember a more satisfying orgasm, but as I came back into the real world I realized the extent of my shame, and wished the ground would swallow me up then and there.
"Bad doggie," scolded my Mistress through her laughter, "Clean up your mess at once."
Totally broken, I bent my head and began to lick my cum from Mrs. Spencer’s nylons and shoes. Through my tears of shame I noticed my Mistress collecting two paddles, and handing one to her mother.
I knew punishment was about to be delivered by the two ladies. And I knew I fully deserved it, not only for having an erection, but for disgustingly cuming in the presence of my Mistress and her mother. Unbidden, I turned around and raised my naughty ass high in the air.
THE END