A Perfect Specimen - Part 5

Author: DogSlave
Title: A Perfect Specimen - Part 5
Date: 11 October 2009

Please note that all the stories contained within are fiction. This story is meant for this site only

Part 5

It has now been about a year since Jason started his training so I decided to allow him to express himself through a diary entry. I really just wanted to watch him try to write an entire diary entry with his thumbs. I placed Jason on all fours, placed the muzzle in is mouth and attached it to his hood and then I and placed a computer in front of him. He had to balance while he tried to type his diary with his thumbs. I sat there and watched as he began to type and what a great site it was.

“I am not sure how I ended up in this predicament but I am starting to accept my role as my masters slave because I have come to realize that my bounds are permanent. They have not been removed for the past year for two reasons 1) my master will not remove them under any circumstances and 2) because they cannot be removed even if he or I wanted to remove them. I have realized that I deserve my punishment for everything that I have done and the pain I have caused to others. I am not sure that I deserve a life sentence but I understand that this is no longer my choice. I have endured many hard months of training and I am happy that I am now able to respect my master. The suit that I was bound in has been extremely difficult to get used to wearing. Master has to make sure that I stay hydrated as I continually sweat from the thickness of the suit. It is lined with rubber underneath the thick layer of leather. I have now forgotten what it feels like to touch human skin. Not just mine but anyones as there is not one part of my body that is exposed. What I wouldn’t do to stretch my fingers or to even touch my penis. I have not even been able to eat like a human. Since my hands are not able to reach my mouth, every meal I have been provided has been in my stainless steel dog bowl. During my feedings I am placed on all fours and have to consume all of the food in my bowl using my mouth only. In addition to the challenges of having to eat with my mouth only, the steel neck collar does not allow me to bend my neck even a little so my motion is very restricted. I almost have to take a face plant into my dog bowl in order to be able to scoop up some food with my tongue. Master allows me only five minutes to eat and I must consume every last morsel of my food and make sure I lick the bowl clean to avoid punishment. My least favorite meal was the dry dog food which I had to eat at least once a week. Master would allow me to switch the dog food from time to time but he knew that my least favorite was Kibbles and Bits so he made sure that despite dislike for the food I was required to eat Kibbles at least one time per week. My stomach never reacted well to the dry dog food and I was not allowed to relieve myself until master saw fit. Last week I was required to eat a full bowl of Kibbles followed that evening by black beans and jalapeño peppers. By the time I was allowed to relieve myself the pain not only came from being backed up for a full week but from the burn of the hot chili peppers coming out the other end. The burn was so excruciating that I began to shed some tears from the pain which really annoyed Master again. It has been a year of training at this point and Master feels that I should be tough enough never o shed another tear. He decided to punish me again to prevent me from crying. Master thought I deserved to be left in my cage for a month. He locked me on all fours and inserted a catheter so that I would be able to relieve myself but he made sure that nothing would be lost so he attached the catheter to a gag in my mouth so I would recycle my own piss for a full month. To keep me hydrated he inserted an I.V. Imagine drinking your own pee for a month while continuing to be supplied with fluids. By the end of my month sentence I was drinking my pee as fast as I was able to piss. Every five minutes I would have to drink my pee. When sleeping I was able to last about a half hour before I was awoken by a mouth full of piss to drink. This went on for the last couple weeks of my punishment. Master also inserted a vacuum deep inside my ass that he would turn on once a week to suck out the excrement. After a month, master decided to remove the I.V. and release me from my cage. Not only was I exhausted from the lack of sleep but I was unable to move. It was as if my muscles had turned to mush. Master started me on a physical training program that required me to lift boxes and stack them seven feet high. I moved over fifty boxes full of books from one end of the house to the other for a full two weeks. I had 30 minutes to move all the boxes from one end of the house to the other. It may sound easy but I basically had just over 30 seconds per box but was barely able to walk from one end of the house to the other because of the multiple chains that linked my thighs together. I also had to inch my way up a specially designed latter because I could not raise my hand high enough to place the higher boxes on each other. This exercise conditioning occurred twice per day for two weeks. My reward for moving all the boxes on time was a bowl full of my own excrement that was sucked out of my own body that Master had saved while I was locked in my cage. I again was required to slurp up my waste within the five minute period provided. Moving the boxes began to become very tedious. I was on the last day of my physical training and Master said I had missed my time allotment by 45 seconds. Master seemed to be very displeased with what he considered to be my lack of dedication to my chores. I missed the time quota and once again had to endure a severe punishment of extreme embarrassment. Master informed me that he had to leave town for a week and that he had asked my “friends” to watch me in his absence. He mentioned to them that I had not met the goals of my physical training and that it was their obligation to punish me as they saw fit. They had the opportunity to further punish me for not performing as my Master saw fit and for the torment that I put them through. James and Teddy arrived at the house and were shown the box where Master kept his bondage supplies. He did not leave specific instruction other than instructing them to have fun with me over the next week.

As James and Teddy arrived I felt a glimmer of hope. Despite the fact that I was becoming used to my life as a slave, I thought that it may be my opportunity to offer an apology to James and Teddy for the pain that I had caused them in the past and beg them to take me far away from my Masters compound. Once away from the compound I would be faced with the horrific task of having to somehow try to remove my bounds not really sure if it is possible to remove such bounds without risking my own life. The only way to remove the steel posture collar would be with a flame or laser. I know they have made advances with laser so they may be able to cut through the metal but I felt the flame was out of the question due to the close proximity to my neck and the inability to slip anything in between the leather and steel to protect the flame from cutting right through the leather and my neck. If I was able to remove the posture collar the rest of my bound could be removed by cutting through the locks and leather. Either way I thought it may be worth a try. I was very nervous because if my plan backfired and they told my Master what I had attempted, I could not even imagine the level of punishment I would endure. I have endured and survived so much thus far that I thought it was worth a try. Even if the bounds were never able to be removed at least I would avoid future punishment and could live out my life in the confines of my own environment and have my new friends bring me the minimal items for survival. I will analyze their reaction once I apologize for my treatment and judge if it is worth the risk. Let’s see what I can accomplish this week.