The Pet

The next two weeks were bloody awful for me. I was missing my owners and I hated having to act like a functioning part of society again. This wasn’t me. I even missed getting raped by Rex. On the second day, I went to a pet shop to buy some dog food and I tried to recreate the experience, but it just wasn’t the same. I spent the days with selling and giving away as many personal belongings and sold my car. I wanted to start my new life with as little personal belongings as possible. At the end, everything I owned fitted into two suitcases. 

When the day of moving finally came, I was overjoyed. I had specifically arranged the moving date early so that I would have a full month off before university started to get settled into my new life. I said goodbye to my relatives and friends and made my way to the train station, only carrying my two suitcases. They wouldn’t suspect anything. I wasn’t moving that far and for them, I was only a college student. 

It was a four-hour train ride to my new home. My anal plug constantly reminding me of the situation I was in and what conditions were waiting for me at my destination. The last time I visited my owners, I travelled by car as their house was far off from the city center in the more rural areas. This time, my new owners would pick me up at the train station. I was instructed to go to the underground car park of the train station and wait there. Master John and Mistress Ella were already waiting for me when I got there. 

They had instructed me to follow them wordlessly to not cause any suspicion. Silently I followed them to their car which was a van that was windowless in the back. Master John opened the back door and gestured me to get inside which I did immediately, followed by Mistress Ella while John closed the door and sat down behind the steering wheel in the front. Mistress Ella didn’t need to say anything. I immediately stripped naked, knelt and kissed her boots dutifully while greeting her. 

“Mistress, this slave is overjoyed to finally be back!”, I said happily. Ella smiled. “I see you haven’t lost any of your enthusiasm, slave! Good girl, Trixie.”, she said while locking my new collar around my neck, followed by my ankle and wrist cuffs. Proudly I looked down to see my new dog tag dangling on the middle ring. There was a large metal dog cage in the back which was obviously for my transportation although it was only a short ride. Obediently, I crawled inside, Ella locking the door behind me, leaving the back of the car and sitting down in the passenger seat. As we drove off, I smiled like an idiot. 

It wasn’t a long drive, but it was exciting to be transported like an animal. I felt like a pig being shipped to the slaughterhouse. As we arrived back at the house, my cage was unlocked, and I was led back to the courtyard again where I would receive some more accessories to complete my “uniform”. I was outfitted with thin and short kneepads that would allow me to crawl around more comfortably. This was done to preserve my knees as I would be spending a lot of time on all fours. Especially outside and on hard surfaces. Additional leather cuffs were locked around my thighs and my upper arms. It would be easier to restrain me with these as my owners could now easily attached my ankles to my thighs and my wrists to my upper arms. A convenient solution that would come in handy. My wrist cuffs were removed for a moment as Mistress Ella outfitted my hands with some heavy leather bondage paws, forcing them into permanent fists, making it impossible for me to use them. The bondage paws were locked, too and secured additionally by my wrist cuffs which sat over them. 

Master John removed my anal plug and replaced it with another knot-shaped plug which had a rubber tail allowing me to wag it like a proper puppy. Later I found out that the tail was also a convenient way to pull it out quickly when someone or something else was about to breed me. The finishing touch was my new dog-muzzle. It wasn’t a full puppy mask but just a short leather snout that was also outfitted with a large ring gag, keeping my mouth open permanently and taking away my ability to speak. Another side effect was constant drooling. This was the only thing I really had to get used to. Wearing a ring-gag or any other gag for a play session is fine but being gagged for a long time is torture. I vividly remembered my miserable night on the wet forest floor and my aching jaw. The ring-gag was removeable though and so I could at least hope for it to not be permanent.  

“Such a pathetic little creature you are, Trixie!”, Mistress Ella said cheerfully while she showed me a picture of me on her phone. I blushed. I really liked my new outfit. The black leather perfectly complimented my piercings and my pale skin. 

Master John clipped a leash to my collar and had me crawl behind them to the actual apartment I was officially renting. It was located at the house’s left (west) wing. Master John unlocked the door, and we went inside. It was a pretty and spacious, modern decorated apartment. Something any student would be envious about. And something I wouldn’t get to use although I was paying my owners for it with the educational funds I got from the state. Master John led me into the bedroom where my two suitcases had already been placed. I was made to kneel in front of them. Legs spread widely of course. 

Master John opened both and they began inspecting my personal belongings. Ella quickly took all my underwear and socks out of the first suitcase. “Faggots like you do not have any need for these. We will give you some panties to wear but socks are no no, cunt.”, she explained coldly and backslapped me harshly. “yeh, -stress.”, I mumbled through my ring-gag. Mistress grabbed a trash bag and stuffed all my underwear inside. Next, Master John removed any dressy and fancy clothing, leaving me with only the essentials. Plain t-shirts, hoodies and jeans. “You’re not allowed to wear any dressy clothing, whore. We’ll put anything else away. You will get it back in three years or maybe never. We’ll see. But while you’re here, you will look like it befits a slave.”, Master John explained as he harshly pulled my leash, causing me to let out a little yelp. I licked his hand in return.  

“We understand that unfortunately we cannot send you to university naked. But we also do not want you to set foot in here. It’s vile and disgusting to think about something like you being allowed to sit on furniture. Even the kennel is too good for you, but we haven’t got a pigsty. Yet.”, Mistress Ella said with a look of disgust that gave me an uncomfortable erection in my small cage. 

“When your semester starts, you will find clothes to wear in the box at the entrance together with the stuff you need. Either Master John or I will let you out in time to take you walkies, feed and wash you and unlock your restraints. Once you’re back, you will place your stuff back in the box and kneel in front of the entrance door until someone lets you in. We don’t give a shit how long you will be waiting so if we’re not around, it might take some hours for us to let you back in. You will not be given a key. There is no need for that, bitch.”, she elaborated.  

With that, John gave my leash a yank and had me follow them back outside to the courtyard where they sat down at the table and had me kneel in front of them. 

“This is your first day as our property, pet. Master and I will explain the rules to you know which you will follow without any hesitation.”, Mistress said demandingly. I answered with a loud bark which they seemed to appreciate. 

“Even something as stupid as you will have noticed that you’re wearing a ring-gag. This is for training. You are not allowed to speak unless you are spoken to. When you are in bitch-mode, you will only bark. Once for yes and twice for no. When you are serving us as a slave, you will address us as Master and Mistress but since you’re already doing that, it won’t be much of change for you. We both enjoyed that you’ve been referring to yourself as “it” and “this slave”. That’s good because you’re not human. You’re an “it” and if we ever find you speaking of yourself as a person, you will be severely punished.”, she explained, and I answered with a bark. 

“Cunt, you will only be fed here. You are only allowed to drink water while you’re away. In the first weeks, this will only be canned wet dog food. Don’t worry, we will enrich it with the needed supplements so that you don’t get sick. If you’re doing good, you might be upgraded to dry dog food. But it’s mostly going to be just dog food. We will make sure that everything you eat will be a horrible experience, befitting of your lowlife status. You will not enjoy tasty food. We might feed you good human food once or twice a year so that you don’t forget what you’re missing. If we give you table scraps or anything that isn’t animal-feed, it will be enriched with urine or feces so that it’s nutritious but disgusting.”, Mistress Ella said with a cruel smile looking down at me. I gulped. That was going to be hard.  

“As we already told you, you’ll go to university and study at the library. You’re not allowed human habits while you’re here. Master and I have been thinking about how we can make sure that you’re not falling too much into human habits while you're at university and that’s why we have decided that you’re not allowed to form close bonds to other students. If we catch you making friends, and we will since we monitor all your devices, we will expose you to them. These are humans and you will be subservient to them. You’re not a part of this society and you have no right to interact with it.”, Mistress said harshly. I got into a begging position and barked once, wagging my tail. 

“Your daily routine while you’re studying will be simple. In the morning, one of us will release you from the kennel and take you for walkies where you can do your business. Afterwards, you will be hosed down, given an enema and some basic hygiene. Then you will be returned to the kennel and fucked by Rex. After your fuckhole has been filled with dog cum, your plug is inserted back in, and you will be fed and watered. Then, you can go to university with your insides full of cum. What is done to you after your return is up to us. There won’t be lunch. You will only be fed twice a day. In the evening it’s walkies and feeding again, followed by another fuck from Rex. You will be bred at least twice a day, sometimes many more times. But there will never be a day for you from now on without an animal mounting you.”, Ella explained. 

“Lastly, we won’t have a lazy pet that only costs us money. Students work for their upkeep and so will you. Of course, you can’t do any human labor and we don’t need you taking away jobs from actual human beings. That is why there is only one way for you to earn money. We will rent you out to strangers as a cheap whore or as a service slave. Your earnings will be kept of course. You will get a daily allowance, but this is only to be used for emergencies. If you don’t return the full sum at the end of the day, you’re in massive trouble. Since a faggot like you is never right, you will even be punished in the case of an emergency. So, any Euro you spend will result in pain.”, Mistress said. I nodded and barked. 

“Do you understand your position, cunt?”, Master John asked. I barked once and lowered my head.  

“Good. Come here.”, he commanded. I crawled over to him, and he took my leash. With his other hand he took out his cock and immediately shoved it down in my throat. “Stay. I need to piss and you’re a toilet. Don’t even think about spilling this gift.”, he said aggressively.  

I shivered at the thought. I have had my fair share of piss but never straight down into my throat, knowing that he expected me not to waste a single drop. I was frightened. I didn’t want to let Master down and be a bad pet but I didn’t know whether I would be able to take it all. Before I could finish contemplating, a stream of hot, salty piss unloaded directly into my throat and I started to swallow as if my life depended on it. I could feel the piss in my belly as I gulped down stream after stream. I wasn’t used to this. Not at all. I got a headache trying not to vomit and fought the reflex of tilting my head back. Luckily, Master saw my struggles and firmly pushed down my head with both of his hands while he kept shooting his hot piss into his personal urinal. I instinctively tried to raise my arms but Mistress quickly locked them together behind my back. I felt like I was nearly drowning but I managed to drink it all. When Master finally released my head from his grip, I nearly fainted from the heavy coughing and gasped for air like a motherfucker. My knees went weak and I collapsed on the floor in front of Master. Satisfied, he leaned down, pulled me up by my hair and wiped his dick off on it. As his face was close to mine, Master spat directly through my gag in my open mouth and then mercilessly dropped me back on the floor.  

I felt used. In fact, I have never felt as used as this. But I loved it. He clearly didn’t give a shit about me. For him, I was just a convenient object to use. This was only my first day here. What what would become of me after three years?! This could only go into one direction: The complete destruction of my psyche and being reformed into nothing but a thing. My hard cock was pushing against my cage at that thought.  

With my belly full of piss, Mistress had me get up on all fours again and made me follow her. She led me to the east wing. On the right side of the courtyard. From the outside, this building looked just like the west wing which housed the apartment. With the difference, that there was a large barn door which led into, you guessed it, a barn. It was completely empty. There were two stable boxes at the left side but they were clean and unoccupied. To the right side was a wall with two doors in it. Mistress took the first one and I crawled obediently behind her.  

When Ella switched on the lights, I could see that we were in some sort of medical ward. The entire room was tiled white and was outfitted like the office of a gynecologist, with the addition of a bunch of catheters and other clinical BDSM equipment. In the middle, there was a gynecological chair, outfitted with heavy medical restraints. Next to it was a tattoo machine. Mistress pointed at the chair, gesturing me to get up and sit down so that she could strap me down. I hesitated. I was really scared, what would happen to me here and I was overthinking my options. A very hard and merciless kick to my balls made me confront reality again as I cried out in pain and nearly vomited from the extreme sensation. 

“UP, NOW! YOU FUCKING BITCH!”, Ella shouted at me angrily. With my heart beating so loud, I could hear it pulsating in my ears, I nearly ran to the chair, still kind of foggy from the hard kick I received. I sat down and spread my legs on the gyn chair. Ella strapped me in quickly. As she secured my head, she could see me crying, tears running down my face. “Aww, was that too much for you, you worthless thing?”, she said mockingly. I shook my head. “Really? What is it then, you fucking cumdump? Speak!”, she asked surprised. “...owwy or dohbent, itress.”, I stumbled through my gag. Ella smiled. “You’re crying because you feel sorry for disobeying me, pet?”, Ella asked, raising an eyebrow. I nodded hastily. “That’s new. That's true submission if disobedience causes you emotional pain.”, Ella exclaimed surprised but satisfied as she strapped down my head. She smiled and gave me a gentle pat. Then she spat directly into my face, saliva running down my eyes and into my open mouth. 

“That’s good. You’re forgiven. Take your sweet time again to follow an order and you will beg for castration, pet.”, she explained. I barked once. 

Ella sat down on a stool next to me and started disinfecting my chest. “Don’t worry, I am a certified tattoo artist. Not that it matters. But I want my property to look good.”, she said laughing at me. I gulped, guessing what was to come. 

During the next hours, Ella took great pleasure in tattooing my upper and lower body. She worked on me with a professional routine and clearly enjoyed my moans and little cries during the process. Unfortunately, I was unable to see what she was doing to me. Since my head was strapped down, I couldn’t look at her work. After several hours, with little breaks in between, Ella finally stopped. Satisfied with her work, she rolled over a large mirror from a corner and placed it in front of me. With a cruel smile she released my head and had me look at the mirror. With horror I looked at the permanent marks, I had received. 

Over my chest, bold, large letters spelled CUMDUMP. On my belly she had written WORTHLESS WHORE and over my caged dick it said DUMB FAGGOT. Underneath the lettering over my dick was the symbol that’s used for castrated dogs. This was permanent. This would never go away. Even if I wanted to, I would never be able to live a normal life. I was horrified at how fast things were going but also incredibly aroused by my humiliation. “Do you like your new markings, cunt?”, Ella asked sheepishly. I nodded, shedding a single tear. I can’t say to this day if it was out of fear or out of joy. My feelings were on a rollercoaster at that moment.  

“Ugh, that was exhausting and only the beginning. Don’t think we’re done. Over the next weeks, I will decorate your worthless body even more.”, she said with a sigh and made me get off the chair and back on all fours. Dutifully, I lowered my head to her feet. “You can’t sleep in your kennel tonight, pet. Your markings need to be kept clean. But only for a day or so. Heel, bitch!”, Mistress commanded, and I followed, wagging my tail. 

Ella led me back into the barn and to the door on the left. She opened it and I could see a long corridor with four maximum-security style prison cells in it. Two on each side. Ella took me to the last cell on the left and unlocked the heavy-duty door. Wordlessly, she gave me a kick, shoving me inside and closing the door behind me. I could feel the key being turned and two heavy locking bars closing.  

The cell was two by two meters or 6,5 feet by 6,5 feet. It had no windows and was entirely made from reinforced concrete. There was a drain in the middle of the cell. On the left, there was a thin and cum-, blood- and piss-stained mattress that reeked like it hadn’t been washed in years. It was crusty and hard. There were several lugs on the walls where a chain could be attached to. On the floor at the left of the door was a small, shallow concrete basin that was comparable to a permanently installed water bowl with a tap above it. The basin was at least filled with water. Other than that, the cell was completely empty, except for a cage light on the ceiling and a cctv camera.  

As I was studying my new accommodation, the hatch in my cell door was opened and I could see Mistress sticking her hand through it, holding an opened can of dog food. She dropped it on the dirty concrete floor and shook the can so hard, bits of the dog food went flying around the room. “Enjoy, cunt. I am too tired to feed you. Just lap it up the floor like the pathetic bitch you are.”, Mistress said and closed the hatch again leaving me alone in my cell. 

I looked around on the floor for my dinner. I hadn’t eaten for the entire day and was quite hungry. Also, I didn’t want to upset Mistress again and started crawling around, licking off the dog food from the concrete floor. I took me a while, my tail shaking from side-to-side every time I lowered my head to lick a piece of disgusting wet dog food off the floor but eventually, I finished it all. I went over to the little basin and had a sip of water. Tired, broken, humiliated and a little scared about how long I would be kept in here, I crawled over to the dirty mattress and laid down in a ball.  

Just a minute later, the light was switched off and I was left in entire darkness.