The Pet

I was woken up by the sound of Claire’s heels in front of my cage and noticed that the stray dog had left me. I got up on all fours and lowered my head towards her boots, dutifully giving them both a submissive lick of both the top and the soles, savoring the familiar taste of dust and grime. 

“Good bitch!”, Claire praised me. “Your Mistress and I were following your little adventures on CCTV tonight. - I blushed beneath my mask but continued licking her boots. “You have made great progress as a slave. None of the slaves that were before you have made it that far. Everyone got eventually grossed out or took some psychological trauma, but you are different. You crave this. You are now finally fulfilling the purpose of your birth, don’t you think, pet?”, Claire said. I barked once through my ring gag, still focusing on shoving my tongue between the dirty floor and Claire’s dirty soles. 

She smiled and unlocked the chain on my collar, replacing it with a leash. Holding it tightly, Claire led me back into the store and back into the toilets, positioning me over the drain and gesturing me to stay. She hosed me down again until I was completely clean, and the dirt of the last night was washed away. Claire then proceeded to remove my ring gag, unlocking it and taking it out of my mouth. To my surprise, my jaw wouldn’t close.  

Claire giggled. “Lockjaw. Don’t worry, this is what you get from wearing a gag all day, silly. It’ll wear off so don’t sweat it.” I nodded. She then removed my mask, followed by ankle and wrist cuffs. Claire then removed the tight corset on which I commented by a taking deep breath, much to the amusement of my superior. 

My hoof boots came off afterwards, followed by my rubber attire. Claire had even removed my collar, having me kneel completely naked in front of her except for my chastity cage and my piercings of course.  

She hosed me down once more to wash away all the sweat that had accumulated under my rubber skin and even handed me some shampoo to wash my hair. As she handed me the bottle, I noticed that it was a brand made for household pets – immediately causing a boner to form in my very tight cage. 

After I was clean, Claire replaced my collar with the one Mistress Ella had given me, locking it securely. I could hear the familiar jingle of my dog tag swinging from side to side. Naked, plugged and collared as I was, she made me follow her back into the store. 

Claire maneuvered me to a corner where a comfy couch and a small coffee table had been placed. She sat down and made me kneel in front of it. “Remove my boots, slave.”, she commanded. Obediently and gently, I took them off, making sure not to cause her any discomfort. “Since you are a little foot pet and have been a very good and obedient object, I have a reward for you.”, Claire said, pushing me over on my back and shoving both her feet in my face. “You are allowed to take a deep breath, pet. Enjoy my unwashed socks.”.  

I was incredibly aroused being allowed such a delicacy. Greedily I sniffed her socks, taking deep, long breaths, enjoying the amazing musk of her sweaty and unwashed socks. This is my place. This is the most I will ever come close to a woman. I will forever be a floor mat, a servile animal, an object of ridicule. 

After a while, Claire had me get up and kneel in front of her again. She grabbed a pair of handcuffs and cuffed my hands behind my back. She made me look up and met my face with her face, holding my cheeks between her hands like you would do with as stupid kid.  

“Did you enjoy staying with aunty Claire, pet?” she asked tauntingly. I blushed and looked at her nervously. “I - I loved it, Mistress Claire...”, I answered honestly. Claire grinned. “You were a very welcome attraction to my guests, pet. They left me some nice tips and were eager to buy our merchandise. 

As I sat there, greedily worshipping her beautiful feet, the front door opened, and Mistress Ella entered the shop. The two women were talking about my performance and Ella seemed pleased as I was rewarded with her spitting directly into my open mouth. A welcome treat for a low-life degenerate like me. 

Dutifully, I nearly made out with her dirty boots, shining the soles with my tongue. I was told on which days of the week I was expected to serve as cumdump and toilet slave and both women said goodbye, Mistress Ella taking me home. 

I spent the next month cycling through abuse and abuse. Three times a week, Claire had me serve as a toilet and whore in her sex shop, while also having me serve the town’s homeless population after closing hours. Besides being constantly bred by Rex, Master had me visit Bo twice a week, who had an eye on me while the pack of strays raped me. I got quite familiar with them. I gave them names. Bo had made me wear a blindfold and made me recognize the dogs by their knots. After two weeks, I could tell each one apart just by feeling his hot knot in one of my holes. It was a very wild time, but I got used to enduring it and built up a lot more stamina than before. 

As the new semester grew closer and closer, my first time being around other people that didn’t know my depraved nature grew closer. On my first day, Mistress handed me a pair of skinny jeans, a plain white t-shirt and some flip-flops. Barely dressed, I was given a cheap sachet to put my stuff and my books into and was sent off. As I had no money, I was forced to walk. It took my half an hour to reach the campus. Walking through the city, I could feel the gazes upon me. I looked like a total fag. What kind of dude would walk around with painted nails?! It was a different kind of humiliation. Being shamed by society, not by people who were kinky themselves, was much more intense. I could feel a lump in my throat and my gaze was focused on the ground. I couldn’t look at people. It was too humiliating. 

As I reached the campus building where my hotel management class was to start, I noticed the other students, mostly women, gazing upon me. Some laughed, some made obvious comments about my sexual orientation and some just didn’t give a fuck. I walked down a corridor, passing several auditoriums until I stood in front of my class. As I reached out and tried to grab the handle, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Dumbfounded and anxious, I turned around. Behind me stood a man in his late 60s, early 70s dressed in a three-piece suit made from tweet, sporting a fancy bowtie. His hair was grey and dignified. His eyes were piercing and sharp, partially hidden by his large glasses.  

“Alexander Smith?” I nodded, keeping my eyes lowered. “I am the dean of this university, Josh Higgins, please follow me to my office, there are some formalities we need to take care of.” Wordlessly I followed behind him. As we reached his office, he closed the door behind me and locked it. 

Surprised, I looked at him expectantly. He sat down in his large office chair and looked at me standing in front of his desk. “I know who you are. More specifically, I know what you are, pet. So why don’t you greet me like a good slave should?”, he said in a monotone but terrifying voice. My heart was pumping in my ears. Quickly I removed my clothes and got down on all fours, crawling over to the dean, lowering my head to the floor, giving his shoes a passionate kiss. “That’s better, slave.” The dean had me kneel in front of him and began to elaborate my future destiny: 

“As the dean of this university, it is my duty to protect its reputation at all costs. I will not allow this campus to be soiled by disgusting creatures like you roaming around. The thought of something like you sitting next to next to our esteemed students is repulsive and disgusting.” I lowered my gaze to the floor in shame and humiliation.  

“I will not allow a worthless slave like you to pursue a higher education. It would be completely wasted. Slaves like you need to obey and offer their holes. That’s all you’ll ever be good for.”, I nodded shyly and defeated. 

“You’re herby permanently expelled from this university. And don’t even think you can just go to another one and start all over again. I made sure to expel you properly. You are forbidden entrance to any university within this country.” 

I could feel a lump in my throat forming. But before I could say something, the dean already answered my most impressive question. 

“I understand that you wish to remain the property of your Master and Mistress, and I understand that even the most worthless creatures can fulfill at least some purpose in their miserable lives. Therefore, I have decided to keep you here. But not as a student. You will become our new special hygiene technician. Working to keep this place nice and clean for the students while knowing that you will never be part of society again and that your future, however it will look like, will be either in slavery or with a low-income job, slaving away for your betters. The benefit is that you can keep lying to your relatives about your situation and stay here for the next years without them finding out.” 

I felt a massive relieve. I had grown very worried. I was afraid that I would have to go back home but the dean had provided me with a reason to stay while still finding a way to expand my misery. Grateful, I lowered my head to the floor and thanked him. 

“Thank you very much, Sir. This slave promises to work hard and be obedient and do it’s best to please you, Sir.” 

The dean smiled. “Good pet.”, he answered and raised my head with his shoe, making me look up at him from the ground. He opened his pants and pulled out his cock. “I think you know what to do, slave.” Obediently, I rose up and took his rather large dick in my mouth, giving him a good and long blowjob. I did my best to please him and show him my obedience. After a while, the dean finally came down my throat. I enjoyed every drop that was pumped into me and made sure to lick his dick clean thoroughly afterwards.  

The dean pulled up his pants and moved to the back of the room. There was a small door which he unlocked. It led to a narrow spiral staircase. The entire stairway was made of naked concrete and only lit by some cage lights.  

“Follow me, slave. Leave your clothes here.”, the dean commanded. Curiously, I followed him. The stairway led us downstairs into a narrow concrete corridor which ended in front of a heavy metal door. As soon as the dean unlocked it, I could sense a familiar smell. 

Behind the door was another windowless concrete room only lit by artificial light. What caught my eye was the large glass cube in the middle of the room. The dimensions were about 2m wide and maybe 2m high. In the middle of the glass cube was a metal bondage frame which was also bolted to the floor. Underneath the frame was a large drain. The frame would force a person on all fours, spreading their legs and locking their head, ankles, and wrists securely in place. What worried me more was the large tube which went from the wall into the glass cube directly in front of where a person’s mouth would be if locked into the frame. A shudder went through me, and fear rose. I think I knew what was going to happen to me. 

“S-So th- that’s what y-you m-meant w-with hy-hygiene technician, S-Sir...”, I stuttered. I didn’t know if I was ready for this. The dean laughed out loud. “Hahaha, you should really see your face. I got you good, human toilet, didn’t I?” I nodded and gulped. “Pl- please, S-Sir...”. The dean stopped me by placing his finger on my mouth. 

“Listen, I don’t care what you have to say. You’re going in there whether you like it or not. Nothing will save you from this fate. You can either accept your fate and meet it willingly like a good slut or I will force you inside. If you chose to resist, your suffering will be prolonged.” 

With this said, the dean unlocked the glass cube’s door at the back. Holding it open, he looked at me expectantly. Defeated, I walked over to him and obediently got onto the bondage frame. “Good toilet”, the dean said while he locked me onto the frame, sealing my fate. 

I was forced onto all fours. My forearms and wrists as well as my lower legs and ankles were secured to the frame by heavy duty steel shackles which were welded onto the frame. My torso was secured in the same way as was my neck. My head was kept in a forward position. He plugged my ears with some form of Bluetooth earbuds that were design to take away my ability to hear unless they were activated. The dean then applied some lube to my nostrils and sealed my head in a heavy latex mask. The mask had built in nasal tubes which he confidently forced through my nostrils, into my nose, through my mouth, which was held open by a massive built in ring gag, and out the sides of the mask. This way I would be able to keep breathing no matter how much waste was forced down my throat and into my stomach. 

The mask had no eye holes, rendering me blind, deaf and unable to speak. But my ordeal wasn’t over yet. The dean connected the waste tube with my mask, securing it very tightly at the back of my head. Although the tube was empty, I could taste the sourness of the residue that was stuck to it, and it made me nauseous. 

As final touch, the dean forced a catheter down my urethra and into my bladder which made me scream in pain and nearly faint. Helplessly I spasmed against my restraints and could feel tears forming behind my mask. The dean didn’t care and replaced my anal plug with another one. Later, I should learn that the new plug was connected with another tube to my catheter. Every time I peed, my piss would go straight into my anus, slowly filling me up. 

Lastly, the dean attached electrodes to my whole body that would give off periodic shocks at random times and attached some heavy-duty clamps to my sensitive nipples. 

I heard the earbuds click followed by the dean's voice. “And with this your fate is sealed, slave. You will be alone here, down in the basement, in the void. Blind, deaf and mute. No one will come to your rescue. You’ll be forgotten down here. You will never get out of this place without my help. You will be nothing more but a receptacle for the waste of your former fellow students. This tube is directly connected to the septic tank that is connected to the public toilets. You will be fed their shit and piss for hours on end. And every time you see a student, you will wonder if you already ate their waste.” 

I then heard the dean activate the lever which opened the sewage pipe from the septic tank that was directly connected to my mouth. As the door was locked behind me, my earbuds were set to silent again and I was left to my inevitable fate in the dark.