Dogslave Part 4

Dogslave part four


First my nipples. In a way they hurt the worst because there was my expectation of the unknown to heighten my consciousness. But the sense of a ritual being enacted provided me with a raft of support and as piercing followed piercing i found that i was going down again, that this marking was indeed what i wanted.

Next my cock - a PA; then another just below my ball sac; then finally, a septum piercing and a ring through my nose. By that stage i was back in my world of total abandonment of all control - the place where i most wanted to be. As the ring was inserted into my nose i passed out - not from the pain, i was beyond that - but from what i can only describe as ecstasy. i felt that my journey was at an end and i had finally become what i wanted to be.

But the end never comes when you expect it to. i came to back in my cage - my piercings all freshly bandaged. There was no sign of my Master, no sign of anyone but i could hear a lot of movement beyond the door of the cell that housed my cage. Something was afoot and i knew in my heart that i was going to play a part in it. Had i thought back to my induction ceremony i might have remembered but one of the biggest differences between the old me and the new dogslave was that increasingly i lived in the present, in the here and now. It's the happiest place to be - memory can bring pain, and projection into the future may bring fear of what might happen, of what could happen. This is the secret of a dog's happiness i know now - it lives for the moment and is happy there. And so was i. So the sounds produced no apprehension, just curiosity.

my Master returned. He was in serious mood but calm and purposeful. Without ceremony i was released from my cage and blindfolded. A dog leash was attached to my collar and i was let out of my cell, down a corridor where i sensed other people, other men - i could smell leather. i heard the crackle of a fire. i was led forward and was then commanded to sit. The blindfold was removed and i was back in the centre of a circle of men, some with leashed dogslaves at their booted feet, back in the room where my induction had taken place. Ah yes, it was time for my branding, the final mark that would set me aside from my former life forever.

my Master bent down and carefully, even tenderly, removed the bandages from my piercings. As each piece of tape came off i whined softly for the wounds were so new and so vulnerable. But i remained calm other than this minimal display of suffering. Chains were handed to him. i almost wept at the sight of these chains. They were lighter than any chains i had yet worn and i knew in an instant that my Master knew he no longer had to impose his will through pain. These were almost symbolic chains - strong enough to hold me, especially when even their slight weight pulled on my piercings, but in a sense unnecessary. i would not have struggled to get away.

For all this consideration they were still real enough. i was being introduced - as gently as possible - to the purpose of the piercings. In the future they would be used to restrain me for punishment beatings. A single chain passed from one to another and were padlocked in place, adding to the pressure on these sensitive spots. All but the ring on my nose which was singled out for special treatment - a very short chain went from it to a ring set in the floor and padlocked there.

i knew what was about to happen and i knew that any movement from me while i was being branded would lead to the piercings being ripped open. No wonder he could forego heavy chains! i was held in place by an instinctive concern for my body, and that i found was more powerful than any chain. But chains have their power too and the combination made a potent mix.

A ritual was being enacted above my head but the words passed through my mind without recognition. my mind was elsewhere. It was revelling in its degradation, in all the marks of its servitude, in its desire for more and more humiliation. So much flashed before my eyes, visions of the cage, boots, the trainers with their crops, my Master's peaked cap, his belt, his whip, chains, dog collar, leash, dog bowl, cocking my leg, my nose ringed, my cock, it too ringed. i felt the heat from the iron as it approached slowly, slowly so that i would be aware of it and not lose myself in anything other than the reality of those few moments. i couldn't see it but from the sheer amount of heat i knew that this was no insignificant mark that would be overlooked in a locker room. HIS mark, perhaps saying, 'dog' or 'dogslave' or perhaps a symbol - i was not to know for another twenty hours or so. And the iron descended on my right arse cheek and as it did my arse rose to embrace it as it burned its mark into me. It seared into me. my heightened senses screamed silently with the sheer intensity of the pain; my soul bucked like a bronco but my body did not betray me and was still.

It was over. my body was aflame with the pain in my piercings but soon they faded into insignificance as the pain of the branding rose above all. my breathing was laboured but no other sound had escaped my lips. The chain tethering my nose to the ring was removed. i sank down into my normal dog position and shakily crawled towards my Master's boots. And licked them in gratitude. A cheer broke out and much applause, but i was indifferent to it as my Master raised my head and spat forcefully on my face. i opened my mouth and he spat again, directly into it. Then he patted me on the head, smiled and spat again as my tongue tried to lick as much of the drool as it could.

"you have passed all the tests, you have graduated from the training programme, you are marked permanently as the dogslave you are. you now have evidence that you are the sub-human scum you always knew you were, marked forever as my property. Soon it will be time to release you when you have had a day for your wounds to begin healing. you will rest and then I let you go but remember that I can and will recall you at any time to continue to abuse you and humiliate you." Tears filled my eyes. He looked at me and said, "What's the matter? You can speak on this occasion, dogslave."

"Master", i stammered, "please don't send me away. Let me stay and live as your dogslave. Please, Master, please, please, i beg of you…" But what chance had i of changing his mind with human words? As a human i meant nothing to him but as his dogslave… Surely he had not trained me so thoroughly to kick me out now? i sank to his boots, panting and whining, then feverishly licking, willing him to change his mind and keep me with him. There were humiliations he hadn't imposed on me, humiliations i would gladly offer up to him if only he would keep me as his dogslave to use and abuse when the mood took him and otherwise consign me to my cage with its dog blanket and dog bowl and the chains to secure me and give me that sense of being really alive and really fulfilled.

He smiled and said nothing.

But he did send me away as he had said he would.

And i find i lie awake and wait for the phone, above me by the bed where I no longer sleep, cannot sleep. i lie on the floor, collared and leashed, and wait for it to ring and recall me to my proper place.

THE END