Kidnapped Dog Slave Part 2

Author: DogSlave
Title: Kidnapped Dog Slave Part 2
Date: 03 January 2009

I decided not to bore you all with my weekly writing and summarize my training over the last year. My former master decided that she wanted to abduct a new slave. She had an infatuation with the abduction and transformation but seemed to get bored with the continual training. After two months of training with my former Master I was sold to a close friend of hers for $50 dollars. My former Master was not in for the money and clearly, to her, I was not worth anything so her good friend Dominique stepped up to the plate to purchase me to be his permanent dog slave for a mere $50 however there were certain conditions. Since most of my alteration thus far were permanent there was not much to maintain other than the rules. Those rules being that my mouth remain to be filled with chew, that I be punished for any attempt to escape for which any alteration are at the choice of Master Dominique, and that I remain a dog for the rest of my life. I did not think it was possible, but Master Dominique was much harsher with his punishments than my former Master. He himself appeared to be a very strong individual standing at about 6 foot 5 consisting of over two pounds of solids muscle. I hated my new Master so I tried to escape numerous times without success. I finally came to the realization after about five months of trying to escape, that any escape was impossible. And at every attempt to escape I was severely punished. Sometimes it was as if my master could read my thoughts regarding my attempt to escape and I was severely punished for even thinking about escaping. I must say that after being trained as a dog slave for over a year I have grown into my new life and have learned to appreciate my master for continuing to even let me breath. About one month into my training with my new Master, my ass was tattooed with a bar code that was used to look up all of my information and training documentation in my master’s computer. Every diary entry was categorized and able to be accessed by scanning the bar code on my ass. Just following my tattoo session I tried to escape. My master and one of his servants bound me to a metal table to apply my tattoo. I realized that I could slip through the handcuff on my right hand and as soon as I was left alone, I removed my hand turned over and looked around the room for the handcuff keys to remove my other hand and my leg shackled. It was hard to make out the items around the room given the contact lenses the were placed in my eyes. I scanned the room but could not see anything and suddenly Master entered the room and saw me sitting up. He immediately started yelling at me and asked how I was able to release one of my hands. When the yelling subsided, I realized that I was in for a treatment. He stabbed me with a syringe and I fell asleep. I was not sure how long I was out but when I awoke I began to realize I was encased in a new bondage position. My head was encased in a very heavy metal cage that I could not see out of, but there was a little screen placed in the metal head cage so I could see, via the screen only, what was happening outside of my bondage. The camera was focused on me so I could see my new bondage situation. Again, everything remained blurry but I was able to see that my master had pierced my nipples with a steel bar a little over an inch long running through my nipples. At the end of each bar were two little rings. Attached to the rings were wired that led up into my metal head cage. I felt the wires running along my chest and felt like they were attached to a bull ring placed in my nose. My arms were tightly bound in an arm binder behind my back and there were wires that were wrapped around each finger. My fingers were totally purple just beyond my knuckles and they were throbbing. Wires were also placed around each of my toes. My ankles were shackled to the floor

Jimmy – good morning. You have been a very bad boy and because of that you have made me punish you to make sure there will never be another escape attempt.

All of the sudden I felt as though my tits, nose, dick, and ass were on fire. I saw the camera turn towards my master and I saw the remote in his hand controlling the electric current I felt burning my body. The pain was unbearable. And once again I passed out from the pain. When I awoke again I looked at the screen and saw that my fingers were now covered in gauze and my feet as well.

Jimmy – while you were sleeping I placed wires around your finger and toes to prevent the blood from flowing to the tips. You digits and toes eventually died from the lack of circulation. I was surprised how little time this took but you will notice on the screen that I had my surgeon, the same surgeon your former Master used, remove your finger and toes. After all what dog needs fingers and since you are never going to stand on your feet again why would you need toes to help you balance. I hope you like you new alteration and learn to love the new metal piercings that have been added to your body. Every attempt or thought of escape will be responded to with a new punishment and bodily alteration so I suggest you behave yourself. I also inserted two steel balls into your scrotum. Each steel ball weighs about 20 ounces. This will be very painful for you for the first few months but your sack will eventually be stretched until they hang about five inches down between your legs. I will continue to stretch your sack to see if I can get it all the way down to your knees. This will require me placing larger steel balls in your scrotum in abut two months time. They will most likely be double the size weighing about 40 ounces a piece. When all said and done my hopes is that your steel balls drag along the floor while you remain on all fours.

The constant pain in my scrotum was excruciating but they did stretch to about five inches long as expected after about two months. I actually began to like the look of the metal balls in my scrotum. Every now and again I would feel them ring together. Sure enough after what I think was about two months Master put me to sleep again to insert the new and final metal balls never to be removed. They were each just a little smaller than a baseball. Definitely the largest balls a dog slave has ever seen. The final stretching was complete and my ball sack almost dragged on the floor as I crawled around the compound to complete my chores.

Master decided to have a party to show off his new slave and all the alterations he had completed. I became used to my new life and accepted the fact that I would never escape. What was I going to do? My new goal in life was to serve my Master and make sure that he is happy with my services. If I was really good he would open a can of dog food. Wet dog food as opposed to dry was truly a delicious treat.

Jimmy – in preparation for my party I am going to have next week, there is one final alteration I feel is needed. You have been such a good dog slave and it seems as though you are used to your new life. I in no way feel you need to be punished but I have decided that you are in need of a final touch. Tomorrow my surgeon will be here. You will be put under again and we will amputate your legs just below the knee as your shins and feet will not be needed since you are now a dog. I have also designed a dog skin that will be sowed onto your body. It is made from real dog skin and fur and will become your new skin. I hope you are excited for your final touches.

I thought it over and while it seemed scary but I eventually became excited to be completely transformed. Sure enough, as morning broke, the surgeon arrived and I was given an injection to be put to sleep. I am not sure how long I was out but when I awoke I found myself covered in fur and my legs had been removed. Masters planning assured that the healing process would be complete prior to the party.

It was time for the party. All the guests were arriving and Master had hung a large picture of what I had looked like before the alterations. It really sent me back and I began to cry. While I was now used to my life seeing the picture reminded me of my past. I took one glance and promised never to look at it again. Master then took the tube out of my mouth, removed the chew, and inserted a penis gag into my mouth that was then attached to my permanent hood. At the end of the gag Master attached a tray. I was to bring everyone their drinks. I was now his dog butler. Crawling around his house as his friends admired his work. When all the drinks were served I was ordered into the corner to sit and stay, Master then removed the tray and attached a funnel. The funnel ran into my mouth through the hole in the center of the gag. I was able to breath through the funnel. Master told me that his toilet was not working so I was now to become his new toilet for all his guests. One after the other, a guest walked over and pissed into the funnel. I had no choice but to swallow every last drop of piss as it poured directly down my throat. My stomach became full of piss which was now running through my vanes. All the piss which entered my body really made me need to pee. Master warned me not to pee until he decided it would be time to release me into the yard. If I disobeyed I would be severely punished. Unfortunately, I could not hold it that long, and after four hours of drinking piss, and I wet myself in the corner of the room. I saw the look on my Master face when he realized what I had done. I immediately felt my dick, ass, tits, and nose on fire again as he pressed the button on his remote. I once again passed out from the excruciating pain. When I awoke all the guest were gone, the room was quite and I found myself encased in a wooden box with small breathing holes. I could not move and I was in total darkness. I heard a voice in my ear. Apparently he had placed a hearing bud in my ear so he could explain my new punishment.

Jimmy – you disobeyed a direct order and for that this is your new punishment.

More to come…