Primoris dies (First day)

May 29, 1995 -

From the moment I turned the ignition I was covered in a cold sweat. The drive, only an hour and ten minutes, was a nightmarish eternity. My mind was bouncing from one extreme to the next, and my body was wracked with pains imaginary and real. Stressed out is a fitting description of my state! The unusually hot, muggy, windless summer morning wasn't helping either. I followed the directions I was given and pulled into a long circular driveway turning the car off while the gear was still in drive. I quickly reignited the engine, swung the gear into park and sat in embarrassed silence for several agonizing moments. 'Did he hear that,' I said to myself? I was given simple instructions to follow upon my arrival: park behind the blue pick-up truck, undress completely and kneel at the front door with head down and hands behind back.

I did as I was told and did my best to calm my mind which was flying at a full clip. Overwhelmed with questions and doubts I yammered to myself 'I am a few days beyond eighteen years-- What am I doing here? If anyone drives past this house they'll see me stark naked--' Other thoughts centered on the appearance and demeanor of the stranger whose house I knelt before. We had only spoken on IRC, so I knew very little of him. However, I did know for certain he wanted a dog boy - which is what I wanted to be. I wouldn't say his dog boy per se, but "a" dog boy. We had struck a bargain during our many chats, or what were more challenges for myself. The first on the list spend a week as this man's dog boy and wait to see what becomes of myself on the other side.

I knelt in the sweltering heat for twenty minutes before the front door creaked open. My head stayed down, but I fought with every muscle to keep myself from looking up. I could see he was barefoot, wearing faded black jeans and possessed a lean, fit body. He knelt down on one leg and held my head with both hands. His face was beautiful and calming. He said in a vague Scandinavian accent, "Forgive me, pup. I did not realize you had arrived. Welcome to my home. Before you enter I have only one requirement of you. Do as you are asked. You are to be a dog from this moment forward. I will care for you as my dog. And, in return you will care for me as only dogs can care for their master. My name is Robert, but you may only address me as Master when you are permitted to speak. Otherwise you communicate as a dog." He didn't question my willingness or acceptance. I suppose he didn't see a need too. He wrapped his large hand around my throbbing erection and pulled me up. I followed him into the house closing the heavy door behind me. The brief darkness from the door's shadow was quickly replaced with sunlight bouncing from every direction. Windows and large doors everywhere created a cloud of happy white light. Furniture and items about the place represented each pleasant and soft color of the spectrum. The walls were lined with large, abstract paintings which were hung in a way they look to be floating. Before I could admire too much of the interior I was tugged into a side bathroom cock first. "Time to clean you off, pup."

In short order my scruffy black hair atop my head was shaved off, what little body hair I had was removed with a pungent, painful cream, skin washed off and insides rinsed out. I began to object as the acrid cream used on my body was lathered around my scalp. Master Robert stopped me cold by whispering calmly, "Be still pup." My nerves fell calm and I breathed deeply. I then felt Master's hands cross my forehead in two quick motions. I looked into this stranger's eyes struggling to hold back tears saying to myself 'I can do without hair, but my eyebrows. Please no!' Master placed a strong hand on my neck and rubbed a tear from my cheek. "This is how it will be, pup." We stood there in uncomfortable silence for a several minutes before what was left of my hair was washed away.

This was followed by three or four attempts to find a latex surf suit which fit the best. Master Robert settled on one and zipped me in. Muzzle, restraints, hefty butt plug and wide rubber cock ring followed. Only seconds passed before my body informed me the suit was restrictive, the muzzle clammy against my face, the restraints heavy on my wrists and ankles, the cock ring so tight my cock and balls on the verge of imploding, and the plug so painfully large I can't breathe without shaking. Yet, I was grinning from ear to ear. My mind was no longer processing an infinite number of thoughts and any worry I had experienced before was scurried away by happiness. I was thinking about being a dog. A dog. I am a dog. I - am - a - dog.

"This will not do," Master spoke. I was shocked out of my reverie, overcome with fear. What had I done wrong I thought to myself? I felt his hefty hands stretch the cockring off my bits and it was quickly replaced with one of equal width but a more appropriate size. My intense erection settled into a persistent, pulsing semi-hard state. My smile returned while my cock and balls were tucked uncomfortably behind latex. Each of the zippers were drown closed on the my warming suit and my cock sprang to life pressing against my stomach.

I did not realize I had held my hands in a fist, or paws, from the first moment. Master Robert had noticed and said so followed by, "I think you're going to work out just fine." He pulled out a set of padded leather mitts and held them open. My hands slid quickly through the straps before resting knuckles against leather. As the final pieces of my doghood were buckled on my heart was racing, my breathing labored, my torso spasmed, my knees were weak - I started to cry from overwhelming joy. Master smiled, wiped my tears away with his large hands and held me close for a few minutes. My mind needed a moment to cope with the ecstatic happiness I was experiencing. I composed myself quickly enough, but we stood there a bit longer. My hugging him and he holding me upright. He said, "No, need to wait for this I think," and held up an oddly cut, wide collar with a large tag hanging from the from the metal ring. The tag read TULKU. "You approve, pup?" I barked - or huffed - in my muzzle as loud as I could muster. This wider collar wrapped over the muzzle's smaller collar seamlessly and was locked in place with no objections.

Master Robert whispered firmly, "Sit." I was surprised by how quickly I found myself on the floor, knees to ground, resting on my ankles, leaning forward on my new paws. Master pulled my legs out one at a time and buckled pads over my knees, followed by small black padlocks which were latched onto my gear to keep it in place. I would test each new lock by shaking it back and forth to hear it rattle. Finished with my preparations, Master Robert knelt in front of me. He was silent but offered ear scritches and belly rubs. I, in return, nuzzled and sniffed his hands and pawed his chest. The perfect inclusive moment between a man and his dog - affection emanating in all directions.

He clipped a lead onto my collar, tugged and said, "Tulku come." I crawled after him and thought to myself 'Seven days will not be long enough.'