My first ever attempt at writing fiction

Sorry about all the parens, i just typed this all in spur-of-the-moment without any preplanning and didn't really consider how distracting they'd be to read :(

This was mostly meant as a way to exorcise some old fantasies now that i'm starting to try stuff out in the real world.

I hope ya'll enjoy it, anyway.

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The black dog continued to scratch at its owner's bedroom door and whine piteously, as it had been for the last ten minutes.

It could possibly have managed to rear up and work the doorknob, forepaws encased in leather mitts though they were, but such a humanlike action would certainly incur a punishment and it wanted very much to be a Good Boy -- the agreement was that eventually it would be allowed again to walk upright and use its hands and even speak English (sometimes), but for this initial training period it was to act as much like a biological canine as it could, all the time.

And even had it gotten the door open, entering the bedroom would have triggered an automatic zapping from the shock collar the dog wore on one ankle; Owner had been playing with another sub last night, and ordered the dog to sleep on the floor outside His door. But now the dog desperately needed the bathroom, which it was not allowed to use without permission, or even able to given the harness-retained buttplug which had been installed in it almost continuously for the past two days. (As with feeding and bathing and entertainment the dog had come to depend on its owner for everything, even elimination; this was of course a huge burden on the owner but the situation was not meant to be permanent, only until the dog had learnt to think of its owner as the source of all comfort and relief in its world.)

The whining was muted by the mask the dog wore, a gas mask modified to resemble a canine muzzle, with mirror surfaced eyes and perked ears on top of its head. The inside of the mask was very sweaty and normally the dog did not sleep in it, except that last night Owner had wanted the dog in full gear in order to impress His slave, and had obviously been too distracted after that to remove the gear from the dog. As well as locking paw mitts the dog wore kneepads (tho it had been instructed (and had indeed previously been undertaking special physical training in order to enable it) to avoid walking on its knees in favour of its toes), a chest harness, a collar (of course) and lastly a lycra zentai suit which completely covered its hairless pink flesh under a matte black skintight surface. The dog dreamed of wearing shiny rubber clothes constantly but they were impractical and kept as a treat for special occasions.

Suddenly both the buttplug and a device attached to the dog's chastity belt began to vibrate, making the dog jump and signalling that its Owner was awake and aware of the dog's plight (He could trigger both vibrations and punishment shocks using a remote control the dog had made). The vibration caused the dog's cock to attempt to stiffen in its prison and it leaked a little pre-, it not having cum since its training started. The vibration stopped after only a few seconds, which made the dog whine a little louder. Chastity was not something the dog enjoyed especially, but the owner had declared that it would make the dog more obedient and focused on pleasing Him and so of course the dog had agreed. The red plastic CB stood out strikingly against the dog's black coat, as well as its hairless nutsack held away from its body by a blue neoprene rubber tube.

Quickly the dog scampered from its knees and the one forearm on which it had been resting (while scratching at the door with its other paw) to move back from the door to the other side of the hallway (next to its pet bed) where it then sat up on its haunches with forepaws held up under chin in a begging posture. It was dark in the hall and the mask's lenses deliberately blurred the dog's vision, meaning it could not see the doorknob turn and so it was startled when the door opened and the centre of the dog's world appeared.

Stopping very briefly to scritch it under the chin and behind the ears He ordered the dog to "Stay" while he went to the kitchen and fetched breakfast for himself and the slaveboy, who was presumably still tied to the bed. (While the dog was voluntarily nonverbal (save for canine vocalisations) its owner had stopped speaking to it save as one would an actual dog, in a semipatronising babytalk voice full of "good boy!"s and "yesh you aaare"s (which the dog enjoyed immensely).) Its cock continued to strain against confinement and the dog began to wag its tail desperately as it saw its owner return with a breakfast tray. (The dog's tail was made of floppy rubber and was long and curled up like a husky's.. although designed to be worn as a buttplug the dog was a pedantic fucker when it came to anatomy and so had attached the tail to its crotch harness above its real tailbone, so the tail appeared to emerge from the dog's back above its hips, at the base of the spine / the top of its crack.)

Unfortunately the dog's Master was clearly in 'playful' mood, his erection obvious as he completely ignored the dog, walking past to bring breakfast to the waiting slave boy.

The dog walked on its paws / toes as close to the door as it dared and sat up, watching extremely enviously as its owner started to feed the restrained sub by hand...