The Pet

Two days had gone by since I had been locked up in my kennel. I was fed and watered but had no contact with other animals or humans until I had fully recovered from my worm infection. As the door to my kennel was finally unlocked again, I licked Mistress boots clean, happy to be in her presence again. 

What followed was my daily morning routine of walkies, cleaning and feeding. Then, I was led back into the courtyard where I was made to stand in front of the table. There were some clothes laid out for me and I was ordered to get dressed. Cuffs, paws, gear and collar were removed except for my little flea collar. My tailplug was changed to my normal plug and the cage stood on of course. I was handed a pair of jeans with some holes in it and a white t-shirt. That’s it. No underwear, no socks. Mistress had me sit down and proceeded to paint my nails black on both my hands and my feet. I was then given some flip-flops to wear.  

Mistress led me to her car, a mini cooper, and ordered me to get in. She had made it clear from the beginning that I was supposed to work for my upkeep, and I was about to find out what this included. It only took us 10 minutes to arrive at our first destination for the day: The local sex shop. It was a modern building that included a sex cinema, a cruising area and video cabins. As we entered the building, a cheerful lady emerged from behind the counter. She was in her early 40s, slim, muscular and sported a brunette ponytail. She was dressed in a t-shirt with the store’s logo, skinny jeans and some white worn-down converse sneakers. She looked like a little like a nerdy tomboy.  

“Ella! It’s good to see you!”, the woman exclaimed while giving Mistress a hug. A longer conversation between them started while I was completely ignored. It was like they didn’t even acknowledge my existence. After about 10 minutes standing behind Mistress like an accessory, the lady turned to me and pointed her finger downwards at her shoes. Immediately I dropped to my knees and started to lick her dirty sneakers. “Good boy!”, she cheered and patted me on the head. She then knelt so that her face was at the same height as mine, pulled my hair and smiled warmly at me. “Name’s Claire. You’ll be working for me, little lamb. Three times a week from today on, to be precise.” I nodded and smiled silently.  

Claire smiled back at me and caressed my cheek. “My, my, you are a pretty one. And so obedient. You will be perfect for my purposes. Open your mouth, so that mommy can reward you for you being a good boy.” Greedily I did as she spat in my mouth. I was incredibly aroused as I was allowed to taste her saliva. 

Claire then stood up and started to undress me. Since I was only wearing three items of clothing, this took about 10 seconds. Kneeling naked in front of her, my little dicklet was trying to get hard in its cage as I felt her hand fondling my neck, back and eventually my balls. She admired my slender bitch body and played with my piercings. She made me feel comfortable and safe while simultaneously making me feel submissive and small. 

“I’ll be picking you up tomorrow morning, cunt. Be good and do what Claire tells you.”, Ella explained. The women said goodbye to each other, and Mistress left me in Claire’s care. She walked over to a couch and made herself comfortable, signaling me to follow her. Obediently I crawled over to Claire and knelt, keeping my eyes and my head low. Claire took off her sneakers and removed her socks, revealing her perfectly manicured, natural feet. She grinned as she noticed my excitement. “Ehehe, Ella already told me that you’re a total sucker for feet.”, Claire laughed and stretched out her right foot to me. “Be a good pet and massage them.”, she demanded. 

I blushed. Dutifully, I started massaging her foot. I could feel my dick trying to get rock-hard in the cage causing me a great deal of pain, but I loved every second of it. Claire clearly enjoyed it aswell. She laid back on the couch and relaxed. 

“You probably wonder, what you’re doing here, little lamb. See, your Mistress is a good friend of mine and I happen to own this sex shop. We have a large cruising area with dark rooms, video cabins, a sex cinema and everything else a faggot like you could dream of. While selling sex toys is a somewhat lucrative business, most of the revenue is provided by the entrance fee the people pay to use these facilities. Most of the regular dudes just want a quick blow and go or shove their dick up some nasty bottom’s asshole. In general, there are always way more active people here then guys willing to provide their holes to be fucked. Which isn’t good for my business, as even a little dog-fucker like you can guess.” 

I nodded shyly, pretty much already guessing what was in store for me here. 

“You can speak to me by the way. I am not a strict as Ella, little lamb. But I expect you to be polite, respectful and obedient.”, Claire said moving her right foot back and stretching her left foot to me to continue massaging. 

“Thank you, Mistress Claire. I will do my best to please you, Mistress Claire.”, I answered happily as I focused my attention on her toes. 

“Good boy. So, as you might have guessed already, you will be our free-fuck-faggot. You will be working the cruising area three times a week as a free public cumdump and sex slave without any limits. People will be allowed to use you to their heart’s content. Be it for sex or be it for other purposes. I am sure you will also make a fine human toilet.” 

I blushed. The idea of being ravaged on a regular basis by a bunch of strangers felt me with joy. I was getting extremely horny just thinking about servicing the glory holes all day. 

Claire, who had noticed my excitement began to fondle my chastity cage with her right foot while I kept massaging her left one. Making the lock rattle in a devious rhythm.  

“You like that, don’t you, slut?” 

“Yes, Mistress Claire.”, I answered honestly.  

“Alrighty then, let’s get you outfitted for your new position as a living sex doll, you cum-hungry whore!”, Claire giggled, clapped her hands, stood up, grabbed me by my hair and led me like the animal that I am to the back of the store where the entrance to the cruising area was located. 

Next to the entrance there was a locker which contained several items which were to be my work clothes. Claire explained to me that in the future, when I came in, I was to be expected to strip and wait here for her so that she could dress me up for my job. My clothes were to be left in the locker which would be opened after my shift was over by Mistress Claire. Until then, I would be trapped here. 

My work attire was quite dramatic. Claire handed me a black full body rubber suit which was accommodated by full rubber socks as well as gloves. There were only holes for my anus, my nipples and a hole to put my caged dick through so that they would all be easily accessible. My head was enclosed in a rubber gimp hood. A ring-gag secured by an ebonite head harness was fitted into my mouth, making sure I would take in whatever was fed to me. My feet were locked into black ebonite pony hoof boots, forcing me to either crawl or to stand on my toes. The boots were also secured with accommodating ankle cuffs. Claire then fitted a black corset around my waist, restricting my breathing a little. The cruel hug of this black steel reinforced ebonite thing made me moan in pleasure. 

With a firm pull, Claire removed my anal plug and replaced it with an even bigger one but keeping the dog-knot shape. There was a short chain attached to the bottom of the plug which was hooked to my corset. This was done to allow patrons to easily remove it so that they could fuck or rape me and then reattach it once they had filled my asshole with their spunk. A nice solution.  

Claire then wrapped a large black ebonite posture collar around my neck, securing it in place with a shiny lock. Furthermore, she placed and locked black rubber mittens around my hands so that my fingers were forced into fists, rendering me completely helpless like when I am wearing my paws. The mittens were again secured with ebonite wrist cuffs.  

To add to my predicament, Claire forced my arms into a sturdy black ebonite armbinder, forcing my arms behind my back and tightly binding them. I was completely helpless. Neither could I close my mouth, nor could I properly walk, nor could I defend myself in any way. I was game ready for the taking and it made my useless dick struggle in my chastity cage. The final touch were three little bells. Two were attached to my nipple piercings while the third one was attached to the ring of my chastity cage. 

Claire attached a leash to my collar and led me slowly into the cruising area, making sure that I wouldn’t trip thanks to my impossibly high pony boots, the iron horseshoes on the soles making a rhythmic clip-clop sound on the tiled floor.  

The cruising area was clean and simple. The main area, which lay directly behind the entrance, was larger quadratic room with corridors leading in from it in each direction. To the left were the dark rooms, the toilets and what was to become my workstation. To the right were the video cabins and the sex cinema. If you went straight, you ended up in a larger multi-purpose room which had a stage and was mostly used for gang-bang-parties and public humiliation. 

Claire led me through the left corridor and into the toilet area. The room was nothing special. Just a public restroom. It had three stalls in it and the same number of urinals. The entire place was tiled.  

She made me kneel next to one of the urinals and locked a short chain from my collar to a hook in the wall so that I would be forced to stay on my knees and serve as either a piss pot or as a cock sucker. To finalize my humiliation, Mistress Claire attached a sign to my collar which read: “FREE FUCKTOY”. Lastly, she locked a rubber blindfold on my eyes. She spat once more into my mouth which was being forced open by the ring gag and left the bathroom simply saying: “Enjoy”. 

As the door closed behind me, I was surrendered to my fate. Left in darkness and kneeling on the cold restroom floor, all that broke the silence was the sporadic ringing of my bells. 

Here I was, fully enclosed in rubber and ebonite, blind, and bound the floor of a sex shop’s restroom waiting for a patron to shove his dick through my ring gag and into my throath. I was reduced to nothing more than an anonymous cumdump – and I loved it. My heart was beating fast, my breathing was elevated due to the tight corset and drool was running down the gag and forming a puddle on the ground beneath me. 

I was getting hornier and hornier by the minute, hoping that someone would finally enter the restroom and use me but nothing kept happening. - I later found out that Claire would always lock me up an hour before the cruising area opens so that everything would be ready and I would have more time to reflect my status. Ella had specifically asked her for this kind of treatment as well. Looking back, I am really grateful that my Mistress would use every opportunity to rewire my brain and completely destroy any self-esteem and feeling of worth I had, reducing me to nothing more than an object. 

Finally, I heard footsteps in the corridor and then the door was being slowly opened. The footsteps echoed on the tiled bathroom floor and came closer and closer to me. I could smell him. He reeked of cold smoke, sweat and cheap aftershave. The smell drove me crazy with excitement. He laughed when he saw me and whistled once through his teeth. Then, he approached me.  

“Free, huh? Don’t mind if I do.”, the man said. I could hear him coming closer and unzipping his pants. Like a horny slut, I did my best to lean towards him but the chain on my collar stopped me. I panted and stuck out my tongue to signal my submission, obedience and willingness to please him as the worthless cumdump that I am. 

I felt a large fleshy hand at the back of my rubber-encased head as the pungent aroma of an unwashed, sweaty cock hit my nose. My dicklet getting harder and harder in its chastity cage, making the bells ring.  

“Wow, you’re eager, slut.”, the man said, and I could hear him light up a cigarette while he shoved his cock into my mouth. The combination of the salty taste of his cock on my tongue and the smoke in my nose made me go crazy. I enjoyed the familiar feeling of being used and sucked and licked as good as I could. With long, aggressive and firm pushes he fucked my throat, and I tried my best to keep up. It didn’t take him long until he blew his load into my mouth and onto my rubbered face. He made sure to make a mess out of me and I greedily licked my lips, tasting his cum. I panted but I was happy and horny. I just had found my favorite happy place. 

“Thanks, here is a tip for you, toilet-slave.”, the man grunted. I then felt his cigarette being put out on my wet tongue, adding cold ashes to the mix of cum, sweat and saliva. 

“-ankhs, -ir”, I mumbled through my gag as I heard the door close again leaving me behind on the floor where I belonged. 

It didn’t take long for the next visitor of the day to arrive. Five minutes after the first anonymous man was gone, the door opened again. This time, the visitor didn’t say a word. I could hear him breathing and I think he wore a leather jacket as I could smell leather a lot but other than that, I wasn’t able to form a picture in my head. This didn’t change anything about my excitement though as I heard his belt being unbuckled and the buttons of his jeans being undone.  

I raised my cum-smeared hooded face and stuck my tongue out again in anticipation. To my surprise, I didn’t feel a cock being shoved in my mouth but a stream of hot piss being unloaded into it. The salty and pungent aroma filled not only my mouth but also my nostrils. Greedily I started gulping down the hot liquid, feeling it run down my throat and filling my belly. The stream was strong and hard. He diverted from my mouth and cleaned off the cum from my last visitor, washing my rubber hood off with his piss.  

The urine was running down my head and my entire body, coating the rubber gimp-suit in little piss droplets and forming a large puddle of piss in which I was kneeling now. The man finished using me as a human urinal and finally rammed his dick inside my hungry upper hole.  

A large belly was resting on my head while my mouth was being fucked and a realized that I was just giving head to a bear of a man. Judging by the rather loose skin he must have been pretty old, too. This didn’t stop me from doing a proper job, though. I sucked him off dutifully until he came and shot his load down my throat, leaving the restroom and leaving me behind in the warm puddle of piss. 

This went on and on and on. During the span of the first two hours, I was used by 7 more different men. Two only used me as a urinal, the other five blew their loads either deep down my throat or over my rubbered body. I was feeling like a bitch in heat and only cum could cool me down. 

With time progressing, things became kinkier and dirtier.