Dogslave Part 1

Fantasy with a bit of reality now and again......


Dogslave
Part 1

by


Cager


It started as a fantasy. i had always had a foot in both the standard gay culture and another in the sm culture, content to dabble in one or the other when it suited me; but as time went on i found myself less and less drawn to the 'vanilla' side of gay sex and more and more to the sm. Even here i had problems because any guy i chose to go off with always seemed to be into something in a big way that i myself was not. i tried to get into it, whatever it was, simply to learn - i wanted to learn about myself, to explore those aspects of myself that i knew were hidden from me by all the distractions of everyday life, of being obliged to go about everyday mundane business.

i started out by defining myself as passive. Those were the earliest days and then there was little difference between the vanilla and sm worlds i moved between. 'Sm' sex to me was being fucked by a guy in a leather jacket. Then that wasn't enough and i started to become choosy. Now i would only go with men in full leather, or full uniform, and i knew that i did not want to be solely passive but also submissive.

As a submissive i wanted to be controlled and ordered about - in a friendly kind of way; this was all just acting. i didn't get off on pain but went along with it when it seemed it might take me lower and lower to the place where my submissiveness lay. i also discovered that if i got down deep enough then i gladly accepted punishment - that is, not pain for pain's sake but pain with a purpose.

Then i called myself a slave - acting again and becoming good at the part. i began to see that my submission deepened when it was accompanied by verbal abuse. i began to get into the idea of humiliation and degradation and these led me to the heart of the matter where all these things met. One day i knew, with blinding certainty, that even life as a slave would not satisfy my needs. i needed to go lower still, down, right down to the centre of my submission and it was there that i recognised myself as a dog. Yes, only as a dog could all my needs be met - to be humiliated, to be degraded, to be beaten for infractions of rules, to obey, to be trained, to be controlled, to be owned.

It had been a long journey to this point but this was only a beginning. Accepting in myself that i was a dog was one thing but how to do something about it? i needed a trainer, a dog handler, someone who was interested in treating me as sub-human, an animal, a dog. i tried placing an ad in a gay contact magazine but had no success. i went to leather clubs wearing a dog collar with a leash hanging from it and had a few scenes as a result after i had explained to the Master that i was looking for a dog scene and not just a slave scene. But the sessions never lasted long and the Master would see it as just a bit of fantasy, fine for a few minutes but no more, and go back to more standard sm practices.

my trainer was a recommendation. The sm scene was small enough even in a large city for a kind of informal club to evolve where people came to know other people's particular needs and obsessions. So I heard about him on the grapevine, made inquiries and then made contact by phone. we discussed it in depth, looking at it from every point of view we could think of and now i was going for my first training session to become the dog that i knew i really was.

The discussions were extensive because the Master would not waste his time on a human who just jerked off over the idea of something slightly different. He wanted to know my seriousness, my commitment, my potential to become a dog, a dogslave, devoted to my Master, always obedient, always submissive, just a dog, an animal that would lose its human side, would start to think like a dog and so behave naturally like a dog. We discussed my life style and schedule and i gave him a detailed account of my daily movements. He proposed a contract. If i accepted it then i would have to stand by it and act according to it. First would come my induction, followed by a week of intensive training; then i would be free to leave but would remain on call as his dog; he could phone me at any time of the day or night and i would instantly have to revert to dog mode - it might be that my training would continue over the phone or i might have to drop everything and report to him as his dog. He promised me that, if i accepted this contract, i would have to lose human behaviour patterns, human speech, and bark and growl and whine and pant as a dog. He promised me that, after my initial training, i would be so programmed that this would come entirely naturally no matter what i might be doing at the time he called. my first training session would be the handshake on the contract for there would be a ceremony in which i would be formally inducted as a dogslave and after that there would be no going back. He questioned me as to my present level of experience and said it would soon be tested.

The Master sounded ideal. He had been a dog handler in the forces, he bred rottweilers so there was nothing he did not know about training canines, plus he had all the amenities - collars, chains, and cages to train these animals. i was going to join them as a dogslave. The Master's military background gave him an obsession with discipline and obedience and he knew he had the authority, the manner, the attitude, the bearing, to carry it out.

my instructions had been explicit. i would find the door of the Master's house ajar. i would step into the hall, close the door and immediately fall to my knees. i would remain on my knees after that and would never stand up in the presence of the Master, the Master would in fact never see me except as a dog. This meant that the Master, never having seen me as a human, would see me only as a dog and treat me like one accordingly.

On my knees, i was then to strip and put all my human clothes in a bag and leave it by the door. Then i would place the large dog collar around my neck, buckle on the muzzle, and attach the chain leash to the dog collar. On all fours i would crawl along the corridor, go down stairs into the cellar where i would find a dog cage. i would crawl into it, chain myself to the bars of the cage, slam the door of the cage and lock the padlock and then wait. While i was waiting i was to think only as a dog, telling myself over and over and over, "i am a dog, i am a sub-human animal, i am a dog."

i did all this and waited. i waited for an hour during which time my mind wandered from time to time and i caught myself thinking about a TV programme or a book i had read. i pulled himself back from this, concentrating on the bars that caged me, on the collar and chain which held me, on the muzzle which took away a lot of my human appearance, on the fact that i was on all fours. i worked at it and sat in the cage panting like a dog. Another hour or so passed but it was easier than the first. my mind was going down, down and i suddenly realised that i was no longer breathing like a human but panting like the dog i now knew i was. More time passed and more. How long? i didn't know. i yawned, producing a doglike sound almost automatically and naturally, and lay down in my cage. i fell asleep for a while with my head on my paws.

i awoke to find that someone had visited me while i was asleep for there was a large dog bowl filled with water just outside the cage. i got back on all fours and strained forward eagerly to the water, lapping it up and whimpering with pleasure.

The Master entered. He was well built, handsome, powerful, assured. He was wearing a black, military uniform, a peaked cap pulled low over his eyes almost hiding the military crop of blond hair, and tall black highly polished jackboots. He was every inch a Master, a million miles removed from the dog in the cage in front of him. i began to whine with excitement and tried to wag my rear as if i had a tail. The Master unlocked the cage and as he reached in to release my chains, i the dog covered my Master's hands with dozens of licks and then turned my attention to the boots, almost beside myself with pleasure at the idea of being owned and controlled by this man.

The Master, without saying a word, pulled on my leash and i the dog followed him across the floor, panting and still trying to lick the hands of my trainer. He opened a door and i crawled in behind him into a room all in black with candles burning. There were other men in the room, all dressed in military uniform, all holding leashes at the end of which were dogslaves like me sitting respectfully and attentively at their Masters' feet. i was led to the centre of the circle and my leash was chained to a spike in the ground.

"Gentlemen, tonight we have a new dog to be inducted into this circle. It has had little formal training but already knows the rules that govern a dog's behaviour and we shall have to judge for ourselves if it has learned its lessons well and can carry out those rules as a dog should. First, we have to see if it is really in dog mode so we must test it."

i waited in submissive fear to see what would happen to me. First the Master came to me and began stroking me. i feverishly licked the hand that was stroking me and the Master patted me on the head saying, "Good dog." A bowl of water was placed for me a few yards away and my Master moved to it. i sat where i was, never taking my eyes off my Master's face, and although i was thirsty i sat on my haunches , looking up expectantly at my Master, waiting for the word of command. my Master snapped his fingers and i bounded towards him but still i did not drink. Finally, my Master gave me the command and i fell to it greedily. This was repeated with a tin of dog food emptied into the dog bowl and after the command i fell on this too, wolfing it down though i had never eaten dog food before. i thought i might gag at this but in fact disgust is all in the mind - it might be full of unmentionable bits and pieces but it tasted fine.

Suddenly my Master kicked me. i yelped but i did not speak and looked up appealing to my Master - what had i done wrong? The Master kicked me again and i fell down and crawled on my stomach to my Master's boots where i licked them gently, as if afraid to dare this much. my Master commanded me to roll over and i did so, the Master now bringing the sole of the boot onto my dog's snout and i licked it and licked it, wanting to clean it for him, wanting to do anything to show him that all i wanted from life was my Master's favour and praise.

Next i was commanded to sit. One of the other Masters approached with his dogslave and it snapped and growled at me. i whimpered and cowered slightly. i knew that in this assembly i was the lowest, for the others were established dogs and so senior to me. The other dog, still growling, moved round to my arse hole and started sniffing. i tentatively did the same and when the other dog started to lick the hole i did too. It snapped at me again and i cowered at which the dog leapt on my back and drove its cock into my hole. i whimpered a little, still cowering submissively. my Master moved towards me and i crawled over to him, striving to lick my Master's boots again. The other dog fell off me and growled menacingly until it was hauled back by its owner but i did not even notice, so wrapped up was i in the attention i gave to my Master to the exclusion of my own kind, the other dog.

At this point the Master said, "It has passed the tests so far I think you'll agree, gentlemen." They all voiced their assent "It has not uttered a human sound despite provocation; it has eaten and drunk like a dog without any hesitation; and it has submitted to a bigger dog as it in his position should. Finally, it has shown that, whatever interest it might have in other dogs, its primary concern will always be its Master. I propose we now induct it into our society." The others agreed.

my Master placed a chain collar round my neck, locked it with a pad lock and produced three keys which he mangled with pliers and threw away.

"This serves to remind you at all times that you are a dog, you are property, you are owned, you are controlled."

Leather mittens were fixed on my hands and feet, padlocked, the keys mangled. Pads were fixed around my knees.

"You no longer have the ability to use hands and feet in the way that you used to, even if you wanted to. You wear the pads because you will live on all fours, like a dog. At the end of your week's training you will be branded to mark you irrevocably as property..."

In my cage again i was left for the night, after my Master chucked me a couple of dog biscuits for having passed my first tests. i had more tests to pass the following day....

(continued in Part 2)