Total Submission - Part 3

Author: boyjoe
Title: Total Submission - Part 3
Date: 26 July 2007

Monday morning started the same way as Sunday, being woken by the voice at 6am, made to stand respectfully and shiver naked apart from my chastity in front of the web cam. Today though I was quick to get up so wasn’t left standing for very long. Once I received the order, I climbed into my rubber suit, performed my aerobics before going for my run. I was expecting to shower before dressing for work and as a despatch rider, but my master had other ideas though. Upon the returned from my run I noticed I had an email from my master. It described how I was to dress and my instructions for the day. I was to kneel on my bed, arse high in the air and work my small plug in and show I had learned to hold it before putting on my bike leathers over my rubber. It was nice to have the plug back in my arse, but I wondered what it would be like to sit on it all day. I also wondered what it would be like to be in rubber under my heavy leather. I would be sure to find out.

Although breakfast was only a yoghourt and glass of water, it was the first thing I had eaten since Saturday morning and was wonderful. Just after 7:30 am, I pulled on my crash helmet & gloves and went to work. The day was busy as usual but my mind wasn’t really on the job as I was reminded of the previous day by the plug. The rubber suit was surprisingly comfortable mostly because of the temperature at this time of year, but could imagine it being sweltering in summer. During the day I visited my favourite BDSM shop to re-stock with poppers and buy a large puppy plug as instructed. My caged cock found being surrounded by all this wonderful equipment, while plugged and covered in rubber & leather layers very exciting. Eyeing up the sexy assistant dressed in a rubber tee shirt & leather jeans was an extra bonus.

During my afternoon I visited three pharmacies to buy drugs, vitamins and food supplements and a work wear shop to buy a specific type of professional knee pads, all as per my Master had listed. On my last call of the day, I had a pick up from a pet store, and had to take the package to the address on the parcel. I collected & signed for the parcel and found my name and address on the front. It must be from David I thought, so I called in to say I was finished for the day and rode home arriving about 6pm.

I took off my cloves & crash helmet then went straight in front of the living room camera, assumed my respectful position and said “Good evening Master, I have got the items you asked for Sir”. I waited for about ten minutes before the voice announced “Slave23, open your parcel”. I ripped the paper off and tore the box open to find two large stainless steel bowls, a red rubber mat, a red rubber ball and a red rubber bone with a bell inside. No guesses what I was going to be up to this evening I thought. “Slave23, you will only eat and drink from these bowls, and as a dog, you will wear your tail. The ball and your bone may only be picked up in your mouth”. “Yes Sir, thank you very much Sir” I replied. “Slave23, remove your leathers and plug then do your exercises. After which prepare your meal which can cook while you are on your run. On your return you will insert the tail, put on your knee pads, hood, gloves, waders & posture collar and eat as the dog you now are”.

I stripped down to my rubber suit then started on my third night of weights & resistance training. The number of repeats and cycles had been increased so it took 40 minutes rather than the half hour the day before. The run distance mercifully stayed the same but on my return I was as hot and sweaty as ever. My meal was spaghetti bolognaise which I dished out into the first dog bowl, cutting the pasta into small bits and adding crushed multi vitamins, potassium & magnesium. I filled the other bowl with water, put the bowls down on the red rubber mat and went off to get ready. I put on the knee pads under my rubber waders, hood & gloves as ordered then climbed up on the bed, kneeling arse up to insert my plug for the tail. It needing plenty of lube and a couple of doses of poppers to get the huge egg shape in. The voice said “ Slave23, show me you are enjoying your new life”. I closed the zips of my rubber suit around my tail, moved my knees about a foot apart, went down on my elbows and wiggled my butt. As with everything else, the voice gave instruction about what was expected so I spent some time twisting and working my rear end until it was satisfied.

Eventually, “Slave23, dinner time” was commanded so I climbed off the bed and crawl into the kitchen for my meal on all fours. Of course it wasn’t going to be that simple, “Slave23, Sit”, the voice said as I reached the bowls. I did as I was told then was given a repeat lesson on sitting properly. The voice had me rest my tail on the floor in the sit position allowing me the pleasure of the plug being twisted to stimulate my prostate making me quiver with excitement. Immediately my cock tried to harden in the chastity, but as on all previous occasions was kept under control. The next was instruction on how to beg. From my sitting position, I had to sit back on my haunches, raise my paws with my wrists loose, stick out my tounge and whimper. I was left like this for a suitable period before the voice said “Slave23, now eat”.

I had eaten from dog bowls before with great difficulty but these bowls were much larger than the ones I had used previously and being metal were heavier and friction with the rubber mat, didn’t slide around too much. It still wasn’t easy though and as you would expect extremely messy. By this time the food was getting cold, but it tasted good and as this was the first real meal I had eaten in two days, I gobbled it down quickly. I took a good drink water which I needed to quench my growing thirst after my physical exertion but as I lifted my head I saw the state of the rubber mat. Almost on cue the voice said “Slave23, lick that mess up and show me you are enjoying your time as a dog by wagging your tail”. As ordered, I lowered my head and started licking the mat clean while wobbling my arse to wag my tail. I got into a type of rhythm quite quickly, and the taste from the mat was really quite pleasant. I licked furiously until it was clean, then took anther drink of water then sat and waited.

“Slave23, now clean your face. You may lick the back of your glove to wet it, then wipe around your face”. This was more the sort of thing cats did, but without the long tong that dogs had, it was a practicable solution. Once I thought I was clean, I said “Sir, I have finished Sir. Immediately the voice came back “Slave23, dogs don’t speak they bark. Now let me hear you bark dog.” “Woof, Woof, Woof” I exclaimed, “Slave23, that’s pitiful”. I tried again, remembering what I had read on the net about a bark coming from the lungs and not using the vocal chords. For 15 minutes the voice had me practicing my barking. At first I was purposely not barking too load as I didn’t want to annoy my neighbours, but that wasn’t something that interested to my Master, so continued more loudly until he was satisfied. “Slave23, find your ball and sit in front of the living room camera”.

The ball was on the table in the living room, so I crawled over, lifted my paws onto a chair and tried to pick up the ball in my mouth. It rolled away and off the table into the corner of the room. I crawled after it and after several attempts, I rolled the ball with my nose to get it against the door so I could bite on it. I found that I needed to open my mouth so wide it felt as if I would dislocate my jaw before I could get the ball between my teeth, but once secured the soft rubber gave enough to make it bearable. I crawled back in front of the web cam and gave out a muffled bark. There was no response, so assumed the bark was not acceptable so tried again, twice, but still nothing. I realised my sitting position was not right, adjusted myself and barked again. “Slave23, that’s better, now we will play fetch. You will role the ball then wait until I say ‘fetch’, bound over, crab the ball and return to this position. Remember to wag your tail to show you are enjoying the game otherwise I wont be pleased”. I did as I was told time and time again for the rest of the evening.

About 9pm, I was told the game of fetch was over and I could spend half an hour with my bone under the table. I put the ball down and as before, crawled over to the table, put my front paws in a chair and picked up the bone in my teeth. I jumped down pushed a chair off to one side and crawled backwards under the table. It was amazing, with the table legs and chairs all around, I felt like I was in a cage. My cock tried to harden in its prison to no avail as usual. I crouched down in what I thought was a sexy dog position and proceeded to chew on my bone. The bell in my bone jingled as I chewed my toy, and found myself remarkably diverted by the activity. As a result of this and the game of fetch, I had dribbled loads of saliva down the inside of my hood. This, along with the sweat inside my rubber skin, the presence of the plug and some tingling in my legs caused by restriction of blood flow due to the cramped conditions, I started to feel uncomfortable. I endured a few more minutes continuing to chew as expected until it occurred to me to beg. I got into the sit position, my head bend forward from touching the underside of the table, bone between my teeth and begged.

I didn’t have to wait long before the voice took pity on me and ordered me to undress, shower, shave all over, douche, clean my rubber, prepare it for tomorrow and go to bed. After a day in rubber, I was told to use the moisturiser all over to allow my skin to recover, as I did wondering how long my rather pale skin would take to get a sexy tan from the pigment in the cream. I climbed between my rubber sheets, switched the light out a few minutes before 10pm and reflected on the evening once again feeling my cock fighting for release. I couldn’t believe how I was enjoying being so compliant after such a short period of time. I knew this had been something I had wanted to try for quite a while, but the competitive feeling I had during training and the utter feeling of satisfaction when I achieved the goal was amazing. I drifted off to sleep a very contented slave.

The rest of the week was pretty well a repeat on Monday, but for an increasing exercise routine and now the length of run. My breakfast also now included a muscle development shake, lunch was an energy bar to supplement the piece of fruit but although the evening meals were varied, they were rather small. I dare not complain though. During Friday I wondered what I might be getting up too over the weekend when over the radio I got a message, “Joe, your holiday for the week after next is ok”. What holiday I thought? Then realised this was something David had organised. “Thanks” I replied, “see you on Monday. Clearly I was to have another week as a cyber slave before entering into my master’s service.