Dice's first playtime

I came to my Master as a stray. We had been chatting for a few months while I was committed to another top but that went sour and fell apart after an unfortunate experience. Master extended a friendly hand and helped me overcome that. I saw him a few times and, in getting to know him, decided that he was a Master I could trust and develop with. It helped that he shared my three main interests of leather, cigars and puppy play.

It wasn’t long, therefore, before we established that some dog training would need to begin but Master’s new pup needed a name. As we had come together by chance and Master said I was “a lucky find”, he settled on Dice. Not long after that, I got an unexpected gift in the post; a bone-shaped dogtag with “Dice” and Master’s phone number inscribed on it. I was no longer a stray, Master had claimed me!

Now I had a name, it got me to thinking what kind of dog is Dice? What’s his personality like? Well, things escalated pretty quickly. As part of developing my leather collection, I got a pair of jeans and Master suggested I get a belt and some buckles to finish them off. Inevitably, my first buckle is a pair of silver dice! Master also wanted me to choose a mask to help me get into pup space and showed me several ones available on ebay. You are probably a step ahead of me in guessing what breed of dog Dice is. No? Think about it, dice are normally white, black spots…. There you go! A Dalmatian of course!

Master had kindly lent me a book about human dog training called “Woof!” which I found really helpful. The best advice was to not think, just react. I do have a bad tendency to over-think things so it was a real achievement when Master told me after the session that he thought I had switched off the human parts of my brain very well.

I arrived at Master’s dressed in my leathers including my collar with my tag dangling and jingling proudly. Already douched and shaved round my private parts, Master ordered me to strip and climb into his sling. My ass needed stretched for the next part of my puppy gear – the tail. Master started small, injecting some lube into my hole then rubbing it with his finger to get it to relax, then a dildo followed by his thick cock. I love being filled with Master’s cock and he uses it so well! Once it was in, he allowed a minute for my ass to settle then started to fuck me. As he did, the smoke from his cigar got thicker and I loved watching the cherry glow bright red in the dim light. Master placed the cigar at my lips and I took a few puffs to add to the cloud developing over me. It also helped me not to focus on the stretching I was getting. Master’s cock found my g-spot and worked it relentlessly, really turning me on. When he felt that I was relaxed enough, he withdrew and prepared my tail buttplug. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I could feel it and it was even larger than Master’s tool! That plug stretched me to new widths and was absolute agony but Master managed to push it right in to my now throbbing hole. I lay in the sling slightly dazed, puffing absently on Master’s cigar as the pain receded. My recovery didn’t take too long but Master held me as I stood up and the plug adjusted inside me. I had taken my tail!

With my collar already on and the dogtail buttplug settling, it was time to complete the rest of my outfit. To make sure I had no use of my digits, a pair of leather socks and mitts were secured on my feet and hands. Foam pads protected my knees. Master then attached cuffs to my wrists and ankles so that he could string the chains between them. The chains meant that I couldn’t stand up as a human but I would be able to do everything up to begging. To complete the transformation, a mask. Sadly, the Dalmatian mask that Master had ordered didn’t arrive in time for our first training so we made do with one Master already had. With a wiggle of the bum, and the delightful sensation of my tail smacking each ass cheek, I followed Master into the bedroom first for some photos and then for the games to begin.

“Squeak!” My stance changed to alert and I looked for the source of the noise. There it was in Master’s hand! A squeaky bone was thrown with a command of “fetch”. I ran to the other end of the bedroom, with an interesting clinking of chains making it difficult to run as such. It was quite a flat, thin bone and I couldn’t pick it up in my jaws. What to do? I’ve no fingers to pick it up in but then I remembered that I still had paws which I could use to steady the bone and turn on its end. My jaws then clenched around it and I turned to take it back to Master. “Squeak!” OOooooo I made that sound all by myself and decided to make it a few more times! Master put his hand out and as he took the bone, he replaced with some choc drops! Mmmmmmmmmm

Something else went whizzing by my head – a ball! The command to fetch was inconsequential this time and I knew I was definitely settling into being a pup. There’s no way a football would excite me so much as a human. I nosed it around a bit then picked it up and worried the ball. It felt good to shake it and hear my tag jingling on my collar. Master called me up on to the bed and, with some difficulty due to the chain restraints, I clambered up between his legs, dropping the ball on his stomach.

“Get your bone. Good boy, get your bone,” A pleasing ruffle of my hair, I placed my paws on Master’s chest and put my head down. He pushed it further down to below his cock so I licked Master’s balls. Looking back, I wish I had sniffed them first but every pup’s got to learn and there will always be a next time. Master’s hand moved off my head and I moved up to suck on my bone. Master moved his hand away as I wrapped my lips round. Hullo? What’s this? There was something odd about Master’s boner, something hard on the top of his helmet, something familiar….choc drops!!! Master knows how to treat his pup but I had trouble with wanting to chew the chocolate and suck the bone at the same time. Needless to say that the chocolate was pushed up in my cheeks and I suckled on that juicy, meaty bone.

After a while, Master pulled something else out of his case and dangled a string of toy sausages in front of me. How many times had I played tug-o-war with dogs using skipping ropes, blankets, all sorts of things? And now, here I was about to do the same thing myself! I pulled bag, getting the string more taut and shaking them about, pleased with the rattle they were making. I wanted those sausages and I would tug hard for them. That was a very satisfying few minutes until Master pulled me by the sausages back to his side and instructed me to rollover. I’m such a sucker for a rubbed tummy and puppy laughed my way through the rubbing. Master stopped after awhile and I flipped back on to my paws. He pulled me close to his body and I got to lick his nipple, then up to his neck and then with unabashed pride, I licked his face. All over his ear, his cheek and round the side of his eye on to his forehead before finishing with a lick on the nose. It was the most sub and most pup thing I had ever done and I had done it with barely a conscious thought.

Master pushed my head down a bit so it rested on his chest and held it there. “Settle,” came the command and I lay still. “Settle,” he said again, in a quieter voice, and I rested. My panting slowed down, my head sagged and I relaxed into Master’s arms a tired but happy pup