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    "Get down on your hands and knees, Beth," my mistress ordered. I was naked except for the studded black leather dog collar around my neck. "Yes, mistress," I answered at once, and immediately knelt upon the cold floor. I felt Mistress Ingrid clip the dog leash to my collar.

    As I waited for whatever would happen next, I thought back to how I had come to this point. We had made contact over the internet. I was searching for someone who could meet my deepest, darkest need – to be treated like the lowly dog I felt myself to be. Men had told me I was pretty and admired my large brown eyes, firm tits, and shapely legs as they stroked my brunette hair. But within me, I realized, lay a desire, a craving to be humiliated. The worse a man treated me, the more I clung to him.

    I devoured S&M novels and bondage stories, always identifying with the submissive victim. Finally I had worked up the courage to pursue my longing and found Ingrid through the web. I was thrilled when I learned she lived just a couple of hours from me. A phone call from her introduced me to her voice – sultry, self-assured, in complete control. She seemed everything I wanted. When she invited me for the weekend – actually, ordered me to attend her needs – I immediately said yes.

    The directions brought me to a large house in a quiet suburban area. At first I thought I had gotten the address wrong. When I rang the bell, holding my weekend bag in my hand, I heard the barking of a large dog. The hairs on my neck stood up in fear. Then the door opened and I beheld a remarkably beautiful woman. Her blond hair cascaded down over her shoulders, her lips were full, her cheekbones were high and chiseled.

    The simple suit she wore revealed her long legs. Though I am not short, she towered over me in her black pumps. I was dazzled . She studied me for a moment with her lovely green eyes. "You’re late," she said sharply. By her side stood a large black Doberman.

    I started to disagree, then thought better of it. I dropped my eyes and whispered, "I’m sorry."

    She reached up, took my chin in her hands, and pinched my face hard as she pulled up. I was staring into her eyes and saw a coldness there that frightened me. "Mistress," she breathed. "You will always address me as mistress or Mistress Ingrid." Her grip hurt my jaw.

    "I’m sorry, mistress," I gasped. She let go of me. I rubbed by jaw. For a brief moment I considered leaving, but when Ingrid commanded me to enter I followed. The dog came over and planted his nose in my crotch, his tail wagging. "Down, Jake," Ingrid called. Then she said to me, "You see, he’s really very friendly, especially to women visitors." She closed Jake into the den and led me downstairs to the basement.

    The tension I felt made my mouth dry but I knew not to ask for a drink. She brought me into a bare room, empty except for one chair. In one corner stood a sink; I noticed another corner covered with newspapers spread on the floor. Two of the walls were covered with floor-to-ceiling mirrors.

    "What’s in the bag?" Ingrid asked sharply. "My clothes and things for the weekend, Mistress," I replied.

    She took the bag from me. "You won’t need those," she said icily. "I will provide what I decide you need." I nodded meekly. Then she continued, "Remove your clothes at once, and your jewelry. They are far too good for you." I gulped at this order but answered again, "Yes, Mistress Ingrid," and did as I was told.

    In a few moments I stood naked before her. She stepped from the room with my bag and clothes. It was cool in the room and I felt my nipples harden. When Ingrid returned she was holding a black leather case. I modestly crossed my arms over my erect nipples. "ARMS AT YOUR SIDES AND EYES FORWARD," she yelled. I nearly jumped out of my skin at her harsh tone, but I put my arms down and stared straight ahead. For some reason I could not understand, I was incredibly aroused already and my pussy was very moist.

    Mistress Ingrid stood before me, holding a rolled up newspaper in her hand. Then she walked behind me. Whoosh! I heard the newspaper a moment before it smacked my bare, round behind. Two more sharp blows followed. I yelped in pain, but knew, despite my urge to ward off the whacks or flee the room, that I must submit. "Thank you, mistress," I choked out the words as tears came to my eyes, still looking in front of me.

    "Good girl," Ingrid said, standing behind me. "Obedience is very important in a dog. Jake is obedient. Now I see you, too, are obedient." I felt ashamed to be compared to her Doberman, but wasn’t that what I needed? I had come to this place to be treated like a dog and I was getting exactly what I asked for.

    Ingrid moved around in front of me and looked down into my eyes. I bowed my head. Then she spoke. "Listen well, Beth. You have come here to join my little kennel. If you agree to my conditions, you may stay. You will become my slave-dog. I will call you my bitch, both to your face and when I’m speaking to my friends."

    This was the first hint I had gotten that other people might be involved, and I gave a little gasp. Ingrid paused while I digested her meaning. Then she went on. "You will be treated as the dog you are. Dogs wear no clothes. Dogs have a collar and walk on a leash wherever their mistress takes them. Dogs do as they are told or they get punished. The newspaper is just a little taste of the things I use to train my dogs. Do you accept?"

    "Yes, mistress."

    Ingrid reached into the black bag and brought out a black dog collar with a row of silver metal studs. I tilted my head forward and felt the leather slip around my neck. Ingrid reached behind me to close the buckle. I was hers.

    And now I found myself ordered to all fours and leashed like any other canine.

    ***

    My humiliation began. From the bag Mistress Ingrid removed a strange object – a latex bulb, narrow at one end, then thicker (about an inch or so in diameter), thinner again, and wider at the end with a handle. Extending from the handle was a foot-long rod covered with fake fur.

    "You will be a much prettier dog, Beth, with a tail." My eyes widened in disbelief. It suddenly dawned on me that the object in her hand was a butt-plug, and she planned to stick it in my ass. "Please, no!" I cried. " I can’t." Thwack! The newspaper stung, leaving my ass cheek red. "Do not disobey, bitch." Ingrid’s voice was cold as steel.

    I watched as she lubricated the plug with a gel. Then she moved behind me. She squeezed some of the gel around my butt hole and worked it in with her finger. The sensation was erotic and I closed my eyes to savor the feeling.

    "That’s a good dog," Ingrid cooed. Then her finger was replaced with the tip of the plug. I tensed up at the sensation of something so big entering my virgin back passage. At first I felt a searing pain, but in a few moments the plug was in and I felt an incredible warmth and fullness in my rectum.

    Ingrid stepped back and told me to look at myself in the mirror. The fur extension from the plug stood out like a tail. "Wag it," my mistress instructed. I found that by wiggling my hips I could do a reasonable imitation of a dog seeking attention. "Good doggie," Ingrid said. "Would you like something to drink?"

    Pleased by the sudden softening in her tone, I nodded. She led me by my leash over to the sink. Although I probably should have expected it, I was still surprised when she poured the water into a dog-food bowl and set it in front of me. The bowl, I noticed, had "Beth" stenciled on it.

    I reached to pick it up and felt my leash jerk violently. "Bitch, dogs don’t hold their water dish. They put their face down in the bowl and lap it up." I felt my ears getting red again, but I did as I was told. It was awkward at first, but my thirst was desperate. I slurped the entire bowl in a few minutes.

    Then I felt an overpowering urge to urinate. "Mistress, I need to pee," I pleaded softly. Mistress Ingrid told me to go ahead. "Thank you, Mistress" I replied. "Where is the bathroom?

    "Bathroom?" Ingrid sneered. "For a dog? Don’t be ridiculous. You’re housebroken – use the newspaper." I was horrified and so I hesitated. Thwack! Thwack! Two more newspaper blows sent me crawling to the newspaper in the corner. "Face the corner and squat so I can see it," my mistress instructed, holding my leash. I found myself looking into the mirrored walls, which only increased my sense of embarrassment.

    Still, the urge was too strong, and I poured forth a hard stream of urine onto the paper, some of it splashing onto my feet. My mistress stared at me in the mirror. I had never felt so low and degraded in my life, but the sexual charge was extraordinary. I liked having her watch me piss on myself! When I was done, she dragged me back to the middle of the room, making sure I crawled through the puddle of urine I had just made.

    Mistress Ingrid removed her clothes. Underneath I saw that she wore a lacy pink bra and that her stockings were held up by a pink garter belt. She had no panties and I faced wisps of curly blonde pubic hairs. She pulled me toward the one chair, which she sat in. "Go down on me, bitch," she demanded.

    I had never had sex with another woman, never even kissed one. But at that moment I felt a tremor of deep excitement at the thought of what Ingrid wanted me to do. I leaned forward and buried my tongue in her pussy, which was as wet as mine. I soon found her clit and traced circles around it, pausing sometimes to suck gently on it.

    Mistress Ingrid was in heaven, murmuring that I was her best dog and how she’d reward me later. Once when I paused for air, though, she became angry with me and yanked me by the hair to force my mouth back to her cunt. Soon I felt her thighs tense and she exploded in orgasm, her cries of pleasure echoing off the mirrored walls.

    Ingrid was satisfied with my efforts. "You are proving to be a very useful bitch, Beth. But I know that as a female in heat you, too, have sexual needs. We must take care of those, too." She smiled lovingly at me. I thought to myself that now she would now make love to me. I was very much mistaken.

    ** *

    She led me by my leash on my hands and knees down a short hall, opened a door, and pulled me into a large room. To my horror, there were other people there – four other masters (three men and a striking red-headed woman) and their slave-dogs, all naked men with dog collars and leashes held by their masters. In the corner stood a video camera on a tripod. Ingrid started to walk toward the center of the room, but I hesitated to follow.

    "Heel, Beth," she ordered, jerking on the leash, and I obeyed. Once in the middle of the group, I was commanded to sit. Since my butt-plug tail made it impossible to sit normally, I leaned on my side.

    Looking around at the eight other people in the room, I realized with a shock that I knew one of the slave-dogs. Andy and I had dated a few times, but he was too gentle and considerate for my tastes Here he was, head shaved, clamps on his nipples, at the side of the red-headed woman. He, too, had a butt-plug tail. Humiliated to have been recognized, I blushed crimson, as he did. But there was no way out now, for I had accepted my place.

    Ingrid spoke to the group. "Fellow dog trainers, let me introduce my new bitch. Her name is Beth. She is very friendly and well-trained to follow my commands. Wag your tail, Beth." Up on my hands and knees again, I wiggled my hips slightly and my tail swished. The masters eyed me with cold contempt. "She is in heat and needs to mate with other dogs. So I have brought her here to share with your pets."

    I was stunned – never had I imagined she would use me this way. But I was also excited, and I could feel the moisture seeping between my pussy lips.

    The first master, Otto, led his charge over to me. His slave-dog was a rather fat, older man in his forties, balding and with a full beard, sort of a teddy-bear type. I noticed that his cock was flaccid.. Ingrid ordered me to help him get hard by licking his butt-hole and pleasuring him with my tongue. Otto ordered his slave to present his ass to me. I saw that he had no butt-plug.

    Ingrid yanked my head forward so my nose was in the slave’s hairy ass crack. I started licking there, the first time I had ever rimmed a man, savoring the funky aroma. Then I lapped his balls. His cock stiffened. While I licked him I realized that one of the masters had turned on the video camera and was taping the entire episode. But I was past caring about my reputation and only wanted to please Ingrid.

    Otto led his plump slave-dog behind me. I felt a tongue lick around the lips of my pussy and shuddered involuntarily. "Is she wet?" Otto asked. "Yes, master, very wet," the slave answered. "Then mount her," Otto ordered. "You have five minutes." The slave-dog pressed his cock against my moist crevice and plunged in, entering in one deep thrust.

    A soft grunt escaped my lips at the force of his intrusion. I felt his weight on my back as his arms encircled me from behind. Although I never used to like fat men, his belly felt soft and warm on my lower back and rump, a new erotic sensation for me. My butt-plug tail was pressed to the side, the friction on the plug warming my ass. As the nameless slave-dog fucked me hard from behind, I gave in to the sheer animal pleasure of the moment. My whimpers mixed with my mate’s grunts to fill the room with the sound of rutting animal passion.

    Ingrid, standing before me and looking down at us, seemed delighted with my behavior. "Good dog, Beth, good dog," she repeated affectionately, as though I really were her pet.

    It couldn’t have taken the chubby slave-dog more than two minutes before he erupted in my pussy, leaving me full of his cum. I wished it could have lasted longer. He was followed quickly by the other two slave-dogs I had not met before, both handsome young men about my age. Each one had nipple rings connected by a thin chain. As they entered me in turn, I again reveled in the wanton animal sexuality of the moment, moaning and yelping like the canine bitch Ingrid had turned me into.

    Andy was the last one, and he was still nervous. As his mistress led him to me, I saw that his cock was soft. I was so horny that I scarcely had the patience to lick him hard, but I did. He entered me hesitantly from behind so I thrust back hard against him with a growl to bring him all the way inside. He leaned forward to whisper in my ear, "I’m sorry, Beth, I had no idea you’d be here."

    The fool! Why was he apologizing for the greatest sexual experience of my life? Ignoring his words, I arched my back and coiled and uncoiled against him. "Do me," I begged. I was a dog in heat and needed to be satisfied. Unlike the other three slave-dogs, Andy failed to cum in his allotted few minutes. His mistress, Angie, led him away, scolding him and telling him that now he was going to be on the receiving end of her dildo.

    I rested my head on my forearms, my ass pointing in the air, panting from excitement. "My bitch looks like she could use some more," Ingrid announced to all, "but we seem to have run out of slaves. There’s only one solution." Then she left the room and for a moment I thought some of the masters were going to fuck me.

    When she came back, she was leading Jake, her big Doberman. She stood staring at me; in my dazed condition, I was slow to grasp what was going on. Otto came over to me with a small towel and wiped it on my pussy. Then he walked over to Jake and let him get the scent.

    The dog immediately began to whimper in excitement and pull toward me on his leash, and I saw his doggy prick become erect – the pointy pink tip protruding at least five inches from the furry base. Though I finally realized what Ingrid meant to do, I was paralyzed and unable to move. One of the masters started the video camera again.

    "Look, slave-dogs," Ingrid called out. "Look at how a real cur mounts a willing bitch." With that she released him and he darted behind me. Jake’s snout pressed briefly against my cunt and then I felt his front paws on my back. As I rose to all fours, his paws wrapped around me and I felt the narrow tip of his dog cock entered my slick pussy.

    It was a strange sensation; Jake’s dick felt very warm. Once it was inside me, he began thrusting rapidly. I heard him panting over my shoulder, and his spit dribbled onto my pale back. Looking around the room, I noticed Andy watching in rapt fascination, the shock registered on his face. That turned me on even more, and I reached beneath myself to rub my swollen clit.

    Then I felt something large and hard pressing against my cunt lips, spreading me. Startled, I tried to pull away, but Jake’s low growl stopped me. "That’s his ‘knot,’ Beth," I heard Ingrid say. "Once it’s in you Jake can’t slip out until he’s done." My pussy stretched but I was sure Jake’s knot would never fit. And then somehow it popped into my pussy and the burning sensation gave way to an incredible sense of fullness and pleasure.

    Soon I was moaning as I felt an incredible climax building inside me. The Doberman quickly shot his load, and I felt streams of hot doggy cum coursing into me for several minutes, some dripping down my inner thighs. The image of doggy cum in my pussy and the degrading scene I had just enacted for this audience sent me over the edge into a mind-numbing orgasm to a place I had never been before. My body was wracked with tremors as the pent up sexual energy from the night exploded in great, searing waves of passion.

    When I came to, I felt an emptiness between my legs. Jake was lying next to me asleep. Mistress Ingrid petted my hair gently and stroked my cheek. The others had left the room. My mistress, seeing that I was awake, kissed me softly on the cheek. "Such a good doggie, good doggie," she whispered approvingly. "The best bitch I’ve ever had. Would you like to live here with me?"

    Thrilled at her offer, I managed a weak wave of my tail. "Woof," was all I could say.


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