Dogslave Part 2

dogslave - Part 2
i passed an uneasy night. my Master had fastened the chain of my leash to the bars of the cage and had kept it short. The result was i was yanked awake every time that i tried to turn over. Lack of sleep made me irritable. Furthermore, my dog collar was bigger, wider than any slave collar i had worn. Finally i thought, "The hell with it" and worked and worked at unbuckling the collar, no easy task with my hands in leather mitts. Somehow i managed it. i still had the chain round my neck but it gave me no problems. But there wasn't enough space to lie down and i tossed and turned throughout the night, almost disbelieving that i had been so stupid as to get into something as deeply as this. i had no idea when morning came but i was bored and restless by the time my Master appeared.

i had the presence of mind to reach for my leather dog collar as i heard him descend the stairs but i was not fast enough and i realised immediately that, difficult though it had been to remove, replacing it would be impossible no matter how much time i had had. So i was caught with it falling from my mitted hands. He didn't say anything but crossed to the cage and unlocked it. i was suddenly very scared. He towered above me, he was still in his black uniform with the tall gleaming jackboots and from under the brim of his peaked hat i could see fury in his eyes. i hesitated and he said curtly, "Out."

i crawled out, feeling stiff and uncomfortable and when i was out i began to stand up to stretch. His temper snapped. He grabbed hold of me and threw me to the ground, and began kicking me with his boots.

"You useless piece of shit. What kind of a fucking cur are you? Have you learned nothing?"

"Please, please," i moaned, "Don't hurt me." This enraged him even more.

"You fucking worthless piece of dogshit. Why the fuck are you speaking? you're a fucking dog and dogs don't speak. Dogs don't stand. Dogs don't remove their collars."

"Hang on a moment please," i cried, "this isn't turning me on any more."

"Turning you on. Do you think that this is what it is all about. It's my turn-ons that are important, not yours." With that he stormed out of the room, locking the door behind him. i lay on the floor, winded and bruised, but not daring to stand up. He was gone less than five minutes, returning with a large canvas bag, which clanked ominously. i edged my way into a corner as if for safety. He moved towards me and towered over me. Diving into the bag, he came up with a different collar, metal this time, snapped it round my neck and quickly locked it. It felt heavy and bulky - there was a small box like contraption fitted on top of it. As he groped in his bag again, i said quietly, "Look - can't we discuss this for a moment?" He glared at me and continued - he fastened a thick chrome collar around my balls. It, too, had a small device fixed to the outside. Pulling me round, he slid a chrome dildo up my ass. Then more convention metal restraints and chains were fastened to my ankles and wrists and a chain attached to the metal collar. He stood back to admire his handiwork. Now, with an evil grin he brought out a black box from the bag and flicked a switch.

"What were you trying to say, dogslave?" i hesitated, looking at him worriedly. "Go on - what ever it was, say it. SAY IT!"

"Well, " i began. i don't think i even got as far as the Ls on the end of the word when terrific pain shot through my neck, my balls, my ass. i fell to the ground, panting, trying to focus my mind, trying not to pass out with the shock.

"Try again, dogshit." He waited.

"i..." again the pain. i fell to the floor, groaning like an animal for in truth i was incapable of speech.

"Now try barking." i shook my head.

"Bark!" he ordered. "Bark like the fucking dog you are or I'll turn the current up. Bark!" i had no choice - the collar was voice activated; he was digging in his bag to produce what horror i could hardly guess so i barked quietly and fearfully, waiting for the pain to sear through me. It didn't come.

"Louder! Come on, louder, dogturd." i barked louder - still nothing.

"Now whine." i whined - no reaction.

"Pant." i panted - the same.

"Growl." i growled - still nothing.

"Whistle." If i had been thinking properly i would have seen the point he was getting at; but i wasn't thinking, so i whistled. The pain shot through me.

"Any time you make a noise which is not canine, the current will be activated. you got off to a good start yesterday and I thought I wouldn't have to use this device but you have disappointed me and I'm going to have to work harder on you than I thought I would. You've felt the pain and don't like it. Now I'll let you into a little secret to show you how kind I am. I'm not going to ask you to stand up because I'm giving you a chance. If you stand up like a human the pain will shoot through you and will stop only when you are back on all fours like the dog you are. Now get back in your fucking cage, dogslave."

i think i went into a state of shock for a few hours. It wasn't just the pain i had gone through - it was more to do with the realisation of what i had let myself in for. When my libido was at its most pronounced (the previous day during the build up to the induction and the induction itself), i was led by my cock and not my brain. i had gone through with something that had always struck me as a hot fantasy; an uncomfortable night had led me to think otherwise but now here i was forced into accepting the reality of it. In my cage i couldn't stand up, of course, so there was no way of testing whether the electrodes did in fact work if i were to try to stand as a human. But i believed my Master when he told me this was the case. i had made a commitment to a life as a dog even though i bitterly regretted it. All of a sudden i realised that i was going to have to work at it with the utmost dedication - and perhaps when my basic training was over i'd be able to turn my attention to finding some way out of the contract. But for the moment i had to concentrate on behaving like a wholly devoted dogslave.

i didn't see my Master for some time - i don't know how long it was as i was kept in my cage in the dark between training sessions. From time to time, someone would come and feed me - always the same coarse dog food out of a tin. And my training began with these unknown men instructing me in the 'basics'. i was taught to sit on command, to 'stay', to 'fetch', to 'rollover', to 'beg', to offer a 'paw'. On the command 'show' i raised my arse, spread my legs, head up, eyes straight ahead, waiting to be inspected. I can't tell you how often these commands were repeated - i seemed to have hours of them every day. Sometimes there would be two or three of these Masters, in different parts of the room, calling out orders as i hastened to obey each of them in turn. Or they would put me in a rest position and then chat amongst themselves before unexpectedly throwing a command at me. And God help me if i didn't respond quickly enough for they all carried training crops and would lay into me at the slightest show of reluctance or defiance on my part.

By way of a 'rest' for me i was given equally long vocal sessions where i was taught to bark in different registers to express different emotions - fear, warning, excitement, pleasure - on and on until i was hoarse. The same went for whining and whimpering, growling, howling. And especially panting - they wanted me to pant, essentially all the time when i was not making other dog sounds. my tongue had to protrude as far as it could, and i had to emulate a 'lolling' movement at all times..

Exercises in body movement were also there from the start. i had thought that, living as a dog, i would have to spend a life of crawling on my hands and knees - and of course i did do a certain amount of that. But for faster movements, my knees had to be raised from the ground, while my 'paws' continued to rest on it, like a runner poised for the starting pistol. But any sort of movement was really arduous, though i was assured that muscles would build in time. i was taught to lie and stretch, flexing my muscles, as a form of relief from the cramped positions i usually found myself in. Tail wagging was another art i had to learn, from diffident, questioning, almost imperceptible movements to frenzied waggling. Funnily enough this became easier on the second day when a dildo with straps with a bushy tail the same colour as my head hair (what little they left me) fixed to the end of it was inserted in my arse. This was only ever removed for shitting.

i was trained to the leash which was attached to a nasty spiked choke collar - a sharp tug to this ensured my obedience. i was taken outside to a long, cold yard to relieve myself. First i had to sniff for a suitable place, then cock a leg and piss. To shit, i had to curl my back and shit into a hole, always finishing with an appreciative sniff of the ordure. Endless repetition had its obvious result. It began to seem natural. It was as if i had been hypnotised or put into a trance - and yet there was no room for trancelike behaviour - i had to be fast, attentive, responsive, constantly alert unless i had been told to 'rest' - even then i had to keep an ear cocked for a sudden resumption of training.

By the time i was placed in my cage at night i was mentally and physically exhausted. But i will say this for these guys - they knew what they were doing. They never treated me as anything other than a dog. They never became in any way emotionally involved - all my training was curt, objective, inflexible, dispassionate. I was praised from time to time but in an offhand, almost absentminded manner. So i learned what they wanted me to learn and yes, my behaviour became increasingly instinctive and natural to me. Goaded on by their crops, i struggled to be a total dogslave - for in this i was different from a dog. I had to become truly submissive, more submissive than any dog i had seen, rushing to lick their boots when they appeared, rolling over on my back exposing my genitals, licking the hands that punished me.

How long this basic training i went on i have no idea. My only guide was when i was taken outside and this was deliberately confusing - sometimes darkest night, other times blazing daylight - i really didn't know what to expect until i left my training centre. i lost all real concept of time. i imagine it was five days - that's what i think now when i look back because my Master stuck to his word and 'released' when a week was up. So let's say it was five days. That left two days of specialised training and bonding with my Master alone...

to be continued.