Once upon a time part 7

Chapter 7.

That night was a strange and uncomfortable one. I was too excited to sleep, but I probably could not have slept because for some reason I itched all over. The reason became clear in the morning when master took me out into the run before breakfast and washed me down,. All my hair washed away. Master rubbed me dry, and the feel of the towel on my smooth head was something I had never known in my life. He stroked my head.

"Good boy Scooter. Today we have to work hard to get you on your feet. You look very handsome and I'm very proud of my new puppy."

Today the treadmill varied a bit in pace, and I had to learn not only to walk but to adopt a proper posture with a straight back and proud bearing. Above my back was a wire so that if I stood up too high on my back legs my collar gave me a jolt, and another beneath my belly did the same if I slumped, so I soon learned that I had to keep in the right position as I walked. Those twinges from my collar were a very effective teaching tool.

This was the start of a few days of intensive and exhausting training, and at the end of it I was able to walk pretty well on all fours, and my muscles ached less than they had. Then Master told me that his few days holiday were over and that he must return to work the following day, so I would have to settle to a new routine. I would have to grow accustomed to long days of solitude awaiting his return, and he had decided that I must spend them in my kennel and run

"I have set remote controls on your collar," Master told me, " to make sure that you get your exercise. It will buzz you until you mount the treadmill, and will grow more intense if you do not do so. I have set up a television screen that may help to fill your time, but this will only operate whilst you are on the treadmill. Start walking now and you will see".

He led me over to the walker, and as soon as it started to move, a screen lit up. It was filled with pictures of other dogs; dogs human and furred, and engaged in every conceivable doggy activity. Some of it was training film, showing how a well trained dog would respond to commands, some was dogs at play, some illustrated social and pack activity. During the lonely days that followed, these dogs became my only friends, and very often I would use the walker outside training sessions, simply to see them there.


The days were very long when Master was not there, and I longed desperately each day for the sound of his car, then the key in the door, and finally the snick of the lock on my room. Every day I jumped up at him, barking and licking in joyful greeting of this man who had become my life.

Soon, though, a new and disturbing element came into our lives.

I was sitting at Master's feet one evening whilst he watched television and I gazed up into his face. He spoke.

"Scooter. These last few weeks have been great, and you are becoming the puppy I have dreamed of owning." He patted my head and I glowed I his approbation. "My friends know why I have been out of circulation, but I can't do that for ever, so tonight I have invited someone over. DO NOT FORGET THAT YOU ARE MY DOG, NOT A PERSON." He said this last with such emphasis and force that I was almost afraid. How could I forget such a thing or desire anything else. And what did he mean by not being a person.

The doorbell rang, and I followed Master across to see who was there. "Ken, it's lovely to see you" Master said, and embraced the newcomer, then led the way into the sitting room. I was not introduced and followed, slightly crestfallen.

"This is scooter - you've heard about him," said Master, then ordered me to sit. After that I was ignored as they chatted. Master was already nude, as his custom was at home, and soon Ken followed his example. I noticed that Ken's hand moving across Master's thigh, and I hated it - this was my man he was mauling, and as Master responded and the two of them began to embrace, I growled.
"Scooter! BED! Now" Master said and pointed to my room. I growled again - this was the first time I had really felt I wanted to disobey him. He repeated the order with such force that I felt I had to obey, but I hated to do it and to leave my beloved Master with this man. I slunk away and lay on my bed, miserable and tearful, listening to sounds of happy lovemaking outside and wondering how Master could be unfaithful to me after all his promises. The more I heard, the more miserable I became. I felt rejected and spurned and desperately jealous.

Master came in and told me firmly what a bad and disobedient dog I had been, slapping me hard on the rump to emphasise his point.

"This is what I meant when I told you that you were my puppy and not a person. A dog does not interfere in what his master does and what goes on between people is not the concern of a dog. This you must learn or our relationship is doomed. I say again, YOU ARE A PET AND NOT A PERSON. Now, let me dry those tears for you, and you will go out there and apologise to my friend Ken, and you will stay there and watch whatever we choose to do, without a sound and without question, and as my dog you will take pleasure in my pleasure."

I followed him out, crept across to where Ken was sitting, and humbly licked, first his leg and then his hand by way of apology, then sat at his feet. He opened his legs, and Master indicated that I should lick his genitals. I hated it - this was not Master, it was the man with whom Master had betrayed me, but Master had ordered it and so I obeyed. Soon he was erect, then Master said to him

"That's too good to waste, I want it" and I was pushed aside so that he and Ken could have sex in front of me. The moment at which that cock penetrated my master's body was perhaps the most miserable I had ever known, and then to see them so happily fucking whilst I was of no more importance than a piece of furniture was a reminder to me of my new status - a non-person. I lay on the floor, stimulated in spite of myself by what I was seeing, frustrated because I could not use my hands to relieve myself, and wondering desperately if I had done the wrong thing in entering this relationship.

Master and Ken spent a happy evening, chatting, making love, and generally enjoying their friendship, whilst I sat miserably on the rug, feeling left out and unhappy, until Master ordered me to bed, where I lay trying to think through my situation and my feelings. I knew that I could not back out at this stage, and I realised that if I were to be happy, then I must come to terms with what I had become. I was a dog, not a person.

Morning came, and Master opened my kennel room and gave me my morning ablutions, then off to the kitchen for breakfast. Ken was there, sitting at the breakfast table. Clearly he and Master had spent the night together.

I knew what I had to do. I gave a happy bark of greeting and trotted across to lick his hand. Ken rubbed my head in a friendly manner and greeted me with a cheerful "good morning, scooter" then returned to his meal whilst I went to my dish for my own breakfast. After we both finished, Ken took down my lead from the wall and attached it.

"Come on scooter, we're going for a walk". He led me out into Master's patch of woodland where he took off my lead and started to throw things for me to fetch, then we explored the woods together, one naked man erect and the other a human quadruped, both enjoying the freshness of the morning. I began to realise that I could like this human, and to feel that he liked me, in spite of the difficult start to our relationship.

When we returned to the house, he spoke to Master who then put me to my next test.

"Scooter, Ken would like to use you as a toy so I am lending you to him for the day. I have to go out anyway. Obey him as you would me." I had thought my body belonged to Master, and so it did, and he had the right to do what he wished with it I realised. I felt humiliated again as the situation rubbed in how much I had become a piece of property. I would do anything for Master, but again I felt betrayed as he so casually offered me to his friend. I knew that I had no choice. As it worked out, it was the beginning of a wonderful morning of sex as Ken used my body with great consideration and made me blissfully content. He was a wonderful lover, and after he had exhausted himself, I lay at his feet looking up with deep gratitude to Master for allowing me to serve him.