The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

A Slave Pet’s Dream

By re-mind me

Melanie looked out of the window. The rain splatters were drying and she hoped the rain would stop long enough so that she could leave the office and get to her car without getting drenched. It seemed, lately, that the rain was never going to stop. She sighed and moved back to her desk, sitting in her chair and staring at the papers scattered all over the place.

Melanie was not a tidy person. On the contrary, some would say she was horribly untidy. Her house, her desk, her life, all a complete mess.

“When am I going to grow up and be and adult?” she thought as she shuffled a few papers together to find a free space on the desk. Banging the papers on the desk, taking out her frustrations on them, she stood and went to get her coat, mumbling to herself.

“I’ve had enough of this fucking job, it stinks and I’m going nowhere.” She stormed into her boss’s office and threw the door shut.

“I’ve had it,” she screamed. “I can’t take this job anymore, I resign!” She stood in front of his desk, her heart racing, her fists clenched, not knowing how this anger had taken so long to boil over, and amazed at herself for her bravery.

Josh was tall and dark. Handsome? yes. Some would say so, but he had the most amazing eyes that could lock you in their gaze, deep blue, and shimmering like the sun on a calm sea. He looked up. His carved face showing no emotion. He’d seen this before, many times, and he wasn’t going to let this tart ruin his day. Taking a piece of paper he scribbled a note and placed it at the front of his desk.

“Sit down.”

The words were without warmth and surprised Melanie so much that she slowly backed towards the chair, thumping her ass down hard.

“I want you to listen to me Melanie, and listen good. Because I’m about to give you instructions and I don’t want you to fuck up.” He kept his face steady, his eyes staring straight into hers. He unnerved her and she sat, silently, not daring to move. He had taken the wind out of her sails, she had lost all the fight that she’d had deep inside her, and now, she sat slumped opposite him, waiting for him to speak.

It seemed like an hour before he finally talked and as she listened, she felt her heart pounding in her chest, her mind whirring.

“Leave work today and go to the address written on the piece of paper in front of you. The key is under the mat. Let yourself in. Go directly to the living room and sit on the sofa. You will find more instructions when you arrive. You must be there at six o’clock sharp. Do not be late or you will be punished.” He raised an eyebrow. “Do you understand?”

Melanie nodded, almost unable to speak, just muttering, “yes,” her voice weak.

“What are you waiting for? Get back to work, and remember, don’t be late.”

She stood and picked up the slip of paper with the address written on it and scrunched it in her hand. Her knees felt weak, and she stumbled to the door of his office, the same door she had, moments ago, slammed shut in anger. She gingerly opened it and stepped back into the open plan office, carefully closing the door behind her.

She moved slowly back to her desk and slumped in her chair, her heart racing, her eyes gazing back in the direction of Josh’s office as she shook her head, as if shaking out the memory, if indeed, that’s what it was. Had she dreamed it? No. The paper sat scrunched in her clenched fist. She stared at the words. An address, unfamiliar but she knew roughly where it was. It took a long while before she could take her eyes off the piece of paper, the words written, swimming in her head. She knew she wouldn’t need the paper, she had learned the address by heart. But she would keep it with her, it would be just like her to forget.

The time ticked by. The clock seemed to move more and more slowly, until five o’clock finally arrived. She gathered up her things, just her coat and her purse, all thoughts of resignation suddenly forgotten. She turned to look out the window. Damn, still raining, and today had to be the day she forgot her umbrella! Sliding her arms into her coat, she shuffled it onto her shoulders and hurried towards the lift. Nervously she pressed the button.

As she stood in the lift, it suddenly occurred to her that she was worried she would fail. Why was it that when Josh gave an order, everyone just obeyed without question? How was it that his influence was so powerful? What was it about him that made her want to do as he asked? It made her anger rise again, to think that she was just doing it, without question. And yet, he had said if she failed she’d be punished. What could he have meant?

Stepping out of the lift she ran from the office block to her car, the rain soaking her hair and face and pouring from her coat. Cursing as her foot pounded into a puddle she quickly unlocked the car and jumped inside. She didn’t have long. The address was the other side of town and the traffic at this time of day would be heavy. She began to drive, wondering what it could all be about. She had to admit, deep down, she liked Josh. He was always the center of attention, and had an endearing personality when he was socializing and away from work. It was only in the office that he changed and became serious. In the bar after work he was always witty and fun.

She looked at her watch. Damn it. A quarter to six. She had fifteen minutes and she had to be a good twenty minutes away. She’d be late. She started to panic, her driving becoming erratic as she weaved in and out of the cars, which beeped her at every turn. Suddenly she slowed, realizing that to get stopped for driving badly would make her far too late, and that wasn’t an option.

Checking her watch again as a gap in the traffic appeared, she took her opportunity and drove down the street, ever nearer to her destination. She felt herself perspiring and was glad to know she was to open the door herself, perhaps she’d have a chance to freshen up before anyone came, if anyone was coming. He’d said the instructions would be in the house. Perhaps she’d be alone. “Even better,” she murmured as she turned into the road with one minute to spare. Finding a parking space she hurried from the car, not caring about the rain as she ran up the steps of the house at six o’clock. Lifting the mat, she saw the key, glistening in the shadows. Turning it in the lock she slowly opened the door and stepped nervously inside. The house was dark and unforgiving. The wallpaper was old and worn and there were holes in the carpet, and there was a smell, a strong smell she couldn’t place though she didn’t like it one bit.

Finding the door to the sitting room she peered around it, hoping to find something a little more cozy and comfortable. She was disappointed. The room had the same bleakness about it. There was a very old sofa and two large armchairs, the colors faded and the fabric worn. Remembering his instructions she sat on the sofa, her ass perched on the edge, her knees pressed together and she waited.

It seemed an eternity. All the time her mind wondered what she was here for, what he had sent her on this weird errand for, and when the instructions would arrive. She felt uncomfortable, nervous and wanted to go home. She thought of all the things she had planned for the evening and wished whatever this was would hurry up so she could get going.

She noticed the smell seemed to be getting stronger, though that was impossible, surely. She was alone in this weird house, wasn’t she? Her mind began to wander, almost unable to focus and she gradually began to feel tired. She tried to rationalize it. It had been a long day and she’d had a very late night the night before. And the drink she’d put away! But this tiredness was overwhelming. She felt her eyes begin to close and she desperately fought to keep herself awake.

It was no good, she had to sleep, he wouldn’t mind if she dozed just a little, she’d explain, make excuses. After all, she’d tried to resign, what could he do? She laid herself down on the couch and slowly drifted into a deep sleep.

The smell disappeared slowly, its job done. The door creaked open. Josh smiled as he looked down at her. He’d wanted her for ages, though she hadn’t realized it. He liked that she was feisty but he wanted to break her. He wanted to bring out the slut in her. He knew it was there, he’d seen it so often before, but Melanie was different and he would take it slowly. This house would do for her for now, until she was ready, either to move in with him if she proved herself, or to be sold on to a willing buyer. That was the way most of the girls had gone. Girls with no family and few friends, girls who needed affection, and they found it, in abundance.

He moved to where she slept and stood beside her. His voice was no more than a whisper.

“Melanie, I know you can hear me so listen carefully. You are a slut Melanie. A cheap whore, and you crave me don’t you? Admit it. You watch me in the office every day and you wish I would notice you, don’t you? You would do anything to have me, I know you would. You know what Melanie? I’m going to give you that chance. I am going to train you, to break you, and to make you bend to my will. It will be easy Melanie, because you want it so badly. Now that you have heard my voice, you will respond to it always, and only mine. Nobody else matters to you Melanie, only me. I will be your Master and you will address me as such. You will be my slave, and you will obey my every command. You will be punished if you disobey me because I am your Master, I own you, and you will do well to remember that.”

Melanie stirred in her slumbers, but her eyes remained tightly shut. Somewhere deep in her subconscious, she thought she’d heard voices. A dream perhaps? Strangely it sounded like Josh! Perhaps it was. She didn’t care. She was too tired to worry about it, she’d make her excuses when she woke up.

Josh smiled. She was his and he knew it. It wouldn’t take long for her to realize it too. After all, the idea was implanted, now he had to wait to see what happened when she woke.

The time passed slowly, but Josh remained calm and patient. He had scrubbed all his appointments from his diary for the rest of the week, just in case it took longer than he’d envisaged. He had time and would enjoy using it.

He turned to peer out of the window. It was dark. It was late and he was getting hungry. Her eyes flickered and his hands began to rub together. It was time.

“Open your eyes Melanie, and listen to my voice. I’m going to give you instructions and you will obey them, do you understand?”

She nodded slowly, focusing on the voice, knowing it was the one thing that was important to her right now. “Yes, I understand.”

Pulling his hand back he struck her face hard, tears welled in her eyes, the sting in her cheek throbbing. Her disappointment was clearly written in her features, knowing she had angered him. “Yes what?” he said calmly. “Yes what Melanie? Address me properly or get out of my sight.”

Her heart sank. He was threatening her with being without him. She couldn’t allow that to happen. She had to please him, he was her Master. “I’m so sorry Master, please forgive me. I do understand Master.”

Josh allowed himself a smile and thought, “Oh yes, she’ll be good, she’ll be very good.”

“That’s better. Don’t forget again or you will be sleeping outside.”

“I’m sorry Master, I won’t forget again, I promise.” Her words tumbled from her mouth without thinking. Her only focus was on him and his instructions, nothing else mattered, nothing else existed. He was her Master, and she would strive to be his slave.

Melanie thought she was dreaming. All the time she heard the voice in her head, it was as if it was echoing somewhere in the back of her mind. Not real, just imagined. And yet, it sounded like Josh. Why was she dreaming of Josh? Why was he giving her orders in her dream? More to the point, why on earth was she obeying them? But she couldn’t resist, she daren’t. If she did he’d be cross with her, punish her, and she didn’t want that. She couldn’t take his anger. She still felt the sting from his slap, or thought she felt it, perhaps it was also imagined. She lifted her hand to her face and felt the heat in her cheek. It all seemed very strange. Where was she anyway? What was she doing there? Was she in her dream?

As the thought processes ran through her head, Josh watched her, taking in every movement, every breath, and every twitch in her face. He studied her, just as he had done for a while now, and his thoughts were confirmed as he watched her. She was pretty, and had a slim figure but was blessed with good-sized breasts. He wondered about her nipples and knew it wouldn’t be too long before he saw them. He watched as her dark brown eyes glared into space, empty, void. Her soul almost his. Grabbing her long flowing brown hair, he dragged her from the sofa and pushed her to her knees at his feet. Pulling her head back he bent down until he felt her breath on his face and he hissed, “Melanie, you are mine, and you will obey my every command. You are here to serve me and my friends, however I wish you to serve us, and you will be used. Your body is mine, and I will decide what happens to it. Now, strip.”

Melanie blinked, trying to fight it, that feeling of losing herself, but she couldn’t stop her fingers from moving to her blouse and slowly undoing the buttons, and untucking it from her skirt. She carefully slipped the blouse from her shoulders, the silk sliding softly down her arms, and it fell in a heap on the floor.

“Give it to me Melanie, you won’t be needing it.”

Melanie reached behind her, and picked up the blouse, holding it out in front of her. Josh took it and put it on a chair beside him. Meanwhile, Melanie was reaching behind her and unhooking her bra, taking it from her breasts as they fell from their confines. Again, Josh smiled as he saw her nipples. They were big, like bullets, and were hard. Excellent! Just what he’d suspected, remembering her silky blouses and the way her nipples protruded as she wandered through the office. “Little tease,” he thought. “Well, not anymore.”

“Melanie, I don’t have all day, hurry up! Give me the bra, you won’t be needing that either.”

Melanie dutifully handed him the bra, as she shivered. The room was cold, and she wondered why she wasn’t dreaming about heating instead of stripping. It occurred to her that this dream was a long one, and she wondered at what point she would wake up.

Grabbing her hair once more, Josh pulled Melanie to her feet. “And the rest, and hurry up!” he barked. Quickly she removed her skirt and held it out to him, preempting the order. He was pleased. She was already learning. She stood before him in stockings and panties and her high heels and he had half a mind to keep her like that. She looked stunning, but he knew it all had to go. After all, what good would stockings be after she’d crawled around the house for a day?

Fetching a bag he’d brought with him, he stuffed all her clothes into it. “Open your mouth bitch.”

Melanie looked shocked. What kind of a dream was this turning into? But his was the voice she had to obey, and, knowing there was nobody else in the room, he must have meant her. Obediently, she opened her mouth. Josh watched, seeing the shock and the realization and he grinned. “Fuck! She’s awesome!” he thought.

Taking the handles of the bag he rested them between her teeth. “Shut your mouth and hold that bag as if your life depended on it. Drop it and you’ll be punished. Down on all fours bitch, and don’t get up until I tell you you can. That is the position you will stay in while I am with you in the house, unless I tell you otherwise.”

Melanie lowered herself to the floor, and pressed her palms against the carpet. Reaching into his briefcase, Josh took out a collar. It had three rings on it and he snapped it around her neck. To the center ring, he attached a leash. “Come with me my pet, and don’t lag behind.” Josh tugged at the collar with the leash and Melanie followed, crawling along side him, the bag hanging from her mouth. He led her from the sitting room to the kitchen, and opened the back door. Not stopping in case she faltered, he led her outside. Her knees scraped across the paving stones as he took her to the back of the garden.

“Drop.” Melanie’s mouth let go of her precious cargo. Relieved not to have dropped it before he told her to, she whimpered. Josh heard it and laughed. “Oh Melanie my dear, you are more and more the obedient puppy. Perhaps I should get you a tail!” Melanie lifted her eyes to his, still mesmerized by their beautiful blue, their depth, and she smiled. She didn’t know why she was smiling. What the fuck was going on in this dream anyway? He was humiliating her beyond her wildest imaginings, and she was enjoying it! She felt her cunt clench, and knew her juices were leaking. God, he’d made her wet! How had he managed that? As if sensing her thoughts, Josh extended a finger and slid it along her slit. “Oh dear puppy, you’re wet. Tut tut. Well, nothing we can do about that now.” Tipping the clothes out of the bag he lit a match and together, they watched her clothes go up in smoke. When the smoke had died down, Josh spoke. “Right, now I’m going to show you your home for the next few weeks.”

He tugged on the leash and led her to a corner of the garden. “Sit!” Melanie sat back on her heels, and rested her hands on her thighs. “Good pet,” He said, surprised at how well this was going. It occurred to him that she had wanted this all along. That this was her secret fantasy she had dreamed about for a long time. Now that it was happening, she knew exactly what to do. He was very pleased with his choice so far. She was turning out well.

“This is where you will piss and shit Melanie. On this patch of mud. When you have done your business, you will clear it away using the bags that hang on the side of the kennel, and the shovel beside them. Do you understand?”

Melanie stared at the circle of mud in disbelief. He had to be joking. It was cold out here and she was naked. “Don’t worry fuckpet, you won’t be out here often. I will bring you out in the morning and evening. If you wet yourself in the house you will be punished. You will learn to save it my dear pet.”

He tugged again on the leash and led her to the kennel. “Here is where you will sleep if you are a bad puppy. There are no blankets to keep you warm, and there is no shelter from the cold winds. Your leash will be tied to the kennel and you won’t be able to move far at all. You also won’t be able to reach your food bowls. Oh dear, did I forget to mention those? You will be eating out of bowls, like the bitch that you are. There is a water bowl and a food bowl. You will eat morning and night, when you are brought out for your mud visit. Don’t bother begging for scraps, you won’t get them.”

Perhaps the gas that had put her to sleep was wearing off, but Melanie was becoming more aware. And as she did, she became more and more horrified. How could he do this to her? Did he seriously think she would comply?

“You are a pet, my pet, no longer to be called Melanie, that is a human name and you are no longer a human. Now, follow me inside, I want to show you the rest.”

Led on the leash she obediently crawled beside him, her knees ripped to shreds on the concrete. He dragged her back to the sitting room. She noticed, for the first time, a large cage in the corner of the room. “This is where you will sleep when you are a good puppy. And when I am with you, you will be at my feet always. Do you understand?”

Josh looked down at his pet with a little concern. Had the glazed look disappeared? Was she coming to? He needed to act quickly, it was too early, she was nowhere near where he wanted her yet. There’s no way she’d be obedient if the gas had worn off. “Stay!”

Melanie remained on all fours, the leash left dangling, as Josh went to his briefcase and took out a bright blue stone, the same color as his eyes. The stone was on a long chain. It was how he would keep her under control for now, until he could give her more gas.

“Sit!” he bellowed and obediently Melanie got into the sitting position. Josh walked towards her, his hand slipping under her chin as he cupped it in his palm. The other hand gently swinging the pendant.

“Watch the stone fuckdoggy, don’t take your eyes from the stone, watch how it swings, back and forth, back and forth, and listen to the sound of my voice, the voice you must obey, your Master’s voice. Keep watching it, to take your eyes from it would damage you fuckpet, you must keep watching, and listening to my voice because I am your Master, the one who owns you and you must obey me. Now my pet, sleep.”

Melanie’s eyes closed immediately and Josh put the stone down, still holding her chin in his hand. He bent down to kiss her softly. She really was a beauty. He would love to keep her and he hoped she would train up well, it was looking good so far. Now it was time to test her obedience. All this training had excited Josh, the bulge in his trousers had been there since he’d arrived and seen her on the couch, he had to relieve it. What better place than her mouth. He wasn’t going to fuck her yet. She’d want it, she’d want to cum, she’d be desperate. After all, she had been so wet outside, it wouldn’t take him long to get her off, but she hadn’t deserved that treat yet.

“Open your eyes bitch, your treat awaits.”

Melanie opened her eyes but saw nothing. It was dark in the room, the light barely shedding any glow. “Take my cock out and suck it whore, and make me cum, don’t stop until I’ve told you that you can.”

Melanie lifted her fingers to his zipper, and tugged it down and then slipped the button from its hole. His pants slid to his ankles. His boxers hung from his hips and she tugged them down quickly, the ache between her legs driving her on. She desperately wanted to please him and she slid her tongue along the underside of his cock. Slowly his fingers slid through her hair, and gently they curled, and tightened, until he had a strong grip. Her lips slipped over the tip of his cock and slid downwards while she sucked slowly.

His hand moved her head faster, making it bob on the end of his cock until he pushed it down hard, her chin against his balls, and her throat filled. She choked and gagged around his cock as his hips began to pound it deep into her mouth. He didn’t care that she was gagging, he didn’t notice that her hands were gripping his thighs, trying to push back, to release her throat. He hadn’t realized how close he was. With one almighty groan, he shot his cum deep in her throat, choking her more. “Swallow it all fuckpet, don’t you dare spill a drop.”

She swallowed hard, tasting the salty goo as it slid down her throat. Her eyes were watering, her nose was running, but she knew she had swallowed all of his cum.

He let go of her hair and pulled up his boxers and pants, tucking himself away. Reaching into his pocket he found a chocolate drop and held it out to her. She leaned forward to take it but he quickly withdrew. “Beg doggie.” She looked up at him, and for the first time in what seemed like ages, she spoke. “Please Master, please may I have the chocolate?”

“My bitch, there is something you must remember. You are no longer an “I” or a “me”, you are a puppy in training. You are my bitch, my slut and my whore. And you will call yourself any or all of those things in my presence. Now, beg again.”

“Please Master, may your bitch have the chocolate?”

“That’s better slut,” he said and he held the chocolate drop out to her mouth again. Melanie leaned forward and grabbed the chocolate drop with her lips. It tasted delicious, and took away the taste of his cum. She had never liked that taste, and even in this dream she didn’t like it. Thank goodness for chocolate! “Thank you Master,” she murmured.

“In your cage whore, I’m done with you for now.”

Melanie lowered her head and crawled into the cage, Josh quickly locked the gate behind her.

“I’ll be back later, be good slut. Oh, and from now on, you are a dog, so you will act and sound like a dog. No more human noises bitch. They are alien to you now.” And with that, he walked out of the room.

Melanie curled in the corner of her cage. She was hungry, and there was that smell again. That one that had been there when... When what? She wished she could remember. And she felt so tired, so very, very tired.

The sun was glistening through the windows when Melanie woke. She stirred and looked around her. This dream seemed to be going on for ever. She sat up and felt her tummy rumble. She needed food and she was thirsty. Her mouth was as dry as a bone. She looked around for food and water, and then remembered the bowls outside in the garden. Oh god, the mud patch. Suddenly she felt the urge to go for a piss. She desperately needed to pee. She clenched, she whimpered, she closed her eyes and prayed she wouldn’t wet herself. The only thing on the floor of the cage was newspaper, and it wouldn’t last long if she wet it. And anyway, he had told her to pee outside, it was an order. She would do it, even if she had to put herself through agony first.

Time passed, and she looked hopefully at the door. She listened for the sound of his footsteps, she began to crave the sight of him. Her bladder ached with need, her hunger was almost forgotten and she daren’t think about her thirst. She felt the tears burning her eyes, and begin to stream down her cheeks. Her legs were pressed tightly together. She had to keep it in, she must, she didn’t want to disappoint her Master, or anger him.

The minutes ticked by. She had no idea how long she had been squeezing her tiny hole shut. At last, she heard a sound, a key in the door, footsteps. She had no idea what time it was but Josh came in, dressed for work. Perhaps he’d been to the office first or had come to see her before heading there. Either way, she was so relieved to see him. She began to whimper as he stepped into the room and Josh smiled.

“Poor fuckpet, need a piss? Hungry?” He walked over to the cage and unlocked the door, attached the leash to her collar and dragging her out. She tried to crawl keeping her legs together, holding her piss in with all her might. She crawled to his side and looked up pleadingly. Seeing those eyes that would mesmerize the hardest heart, she whimpered again. Why wasn’t she speaking? Had she lost the knack? She opened her mouth but nothing came out. And again, Josh laughed...teasingly.

“Come pet, time for your morning exercise. If you need to piss, you’ll have to beg. And I don’t want to hear a sound, you are a dog, so you beg like a dog.” She walked with him to the back door, waiting patiently as he opened it. She saw the mud pit and needed it so badly. She began to rub her head against his leg and whimper once more. He patted her head tenderly, and stroked her long mane. “Soon doggie, come.”

He led her over to the mud and told her to crouch in the middle. He ordered her to piss. Melanie was so desperate. It hurt so much and she spread her thighs and took deep breaths. She looked down, not wanting to see impatience in his eyes. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the golden liquid began to flow, cascading from her like a waterfall, and splashing into the mud. The splatters hit her legs as she squatted. She wondered why she didn’t feel shame or humiliation, only pride in having held it for so long. Her Master would be proud of her, she was sure.

“Wipe,” he commanded. At first she looked confused. Looking around for paper of some sort but there wasn’t any. He held out his hand, pointing to hers. “Use it slut, and then clean it.” Obediently she slid her hand between her thighs, wiping the drips of piss from her cunt, before sliding her tongue over her hand and licking it clean.

“Very good my little puppy dog, time to eat.”

Tugging on the leash, he lead her to the bowls, one filled with dry biscuits and bits of bread, the other with water. Melanie stared at the bowls, waiting for a command. She whimpered and nuzzled against his leg, she sat up and begged, her hands lifted together in front of her, and she panted. Josh’s head fell back with his laughter. “Well fuck me, my little puppy, you are such fun! Who would have thought you would find all this so easy. Almost time for the next part of your training. Now, eat! You have two minutes to get down you as much as you can, with your mouth only, but then, you knew that didn’t you, my obedient pet.”

Melanie went at the bowls like an animal possessed. She was starving. She tried to swallow the dry biscuits but needed the water to wash them down. Bits of bread and soggy biscuit began to float in her water and drip from her chin. She guzzled as much as she could, which by the look of the food left in the bowl, wasn’t very much by the time Josh called time. He tugged at the leash, pulling her from the bowl and grinned wickedly. “Oh dear, oh dear. You are going to be one hungry little puppy dog today. Come.”

Josh led his puppy inside the house and to the sitting room. In the middle of the room there was a long, low table made of wood. He stopped at the table and said, “up”. Melanie looked at the table and then to her Master, and without question, she put her hands on the table and clambered on, staying on all fours. Without warning, Josh slapped her ass hard and she panted. Feeling the burn on her skin, she looked round at him, wanting to see what he was doing.

“Keep your eyes front bitch, you are not to look at your Master.” Melanie stared in front of her, concentrating on a small piece of the tatty curtain that hung loosely from the window. She bit her lip as another slap came down hard on her other ass cheek. Then another and another, until her ass was deep red and throbbing. She heard Josh lower his zipper and step out of his pants. She felt him move behind her and before she knew it, a finger was pressing against her tight star. He pushed harder, and the finger slipped inside her, the muscles of her anus gripping as it slid in deeper. She gasped, as he began to fuck her ass with his finger, slowly sliding it in and out until her muscles relaxed.

She felt his finger finally slide from inside her and again, her tight ring clenched. Before long, Josh was sliding his cock up and down her ass crack, wetting it with his precum. He didn’t speak, she could only hear his heavy breath as she moaned softly. The tip of his cock found her tight hole and he rammed it in. She yelped, tears springing to her eyes. He grabbed her hips with his hands, gripping tightly and pulling her to him, forcing his cock deeper before he began to slowly fuck her ass.

“So tight my little bitch. Master will have to loosen you and stretch you. It needs to be less tight for anyone who wants to use it.”

He thrust his hips against her, his balls bashing her cunt with each hard plunge, her wetness dribbling and spreading over his sac as he groaned with pleasure, his cock throbbing as he fucked her. God he’d needed this. All of it. The fuck most certainly, but a pet? A really obedient one. Not like the others who fought him every step of the way. This one had class, purpose, this one was a keeper.

His hips were grinding against her as his balls filled and he exploded with a loud cry, filling her ass with his salty goo. “Fuckbitch, get used to this, I enjoy it,” he panted as his orgasm began to subside. He pulled his hips back and loosened his grip on her flesh, noting that she wasn’t skinny, and he liked that about her. She really was the perfect slave. He’d struck lucky. Withdrawing his cock completely he moved around the front of her and rammed his cock in her mouth.

“Suck,” he ordered and she dutifully complied, sucking his cum and her musty ass from his withering cock, cleaning it for her Master, and panting and groaning as she did. He leaned forward, sliding his fingers along her slit, and she moaned with pleasure.

“So wet, you fucking needy whore. Do you think I should allow you to cum?” Her mouth filled with cock, she lifted her eyes, begging him with them as she sucked harder, bringing his cock back to life again.

“No, not today, maybe tomorrow if you’re good.” She whimpered, the ache in her cunt so painful, her need so great. But her Master had said no, and she tried to dispel the desire.

He slipped his cock from her mouth and left the room, returning moments later with something in his hand. Moving to the back of her, he spread her ass cheeks with his thumb and forefinger, and pushed a butt plug deep in her ass. Standing back, as if to admire his artwork, he smiled. “There, that should do it. That should stretch you a bit, ready for the party next week.”

A party? He was going to give a party? Melanie began to panic. She was naked, what would he allow her to wear? She needed a bath desperately, she could smell the piss splatters on her legs and it made her feel sick. Josh chuckled. “My darling pet, you are to be the center piece of the party. I’m inviting a few friends over to show you off. I’m very proud of my puppy dog. Now, listen to your Master, and all will be fine. Just do as you are told my pet and you will make Master happy.”

He pulled her from the table and dragged her back to the cage. “Sleep now fuckpet, you need your rest.” He slammed the gate behind him and left the room.

Days went by, the usual ritual of morning mud pit visits and food, and the same in the evening. Her ass, cunt and mouth used hard during the morning with a rest in the afternoon. Life seemed good to Melanie. She was enjoying her dream now. After all, she was spending time with Josh and he was pleased with her. Perhaps she’d get promotion! Each time Josh left, she cried for ages. Each day she wanted him more.

After a few days, the bad smell began to disappear, she noticed that a far nicer aroma began to fill the room. Sometimes he left flowers to brighten the place up a bit. She was grateful, and enjoyed the sight of them. She began to wonder if she would ever speak again, but daren’t try, in case he heard and was angry with her. So far, she had done nothing to displease him and she intended to keep it that way.

Josh was happy with the way things had gone. Each day he had needed the gas less and less. Every day she became a little more his slave because she wanted to, not because he’d drugged her. By the sixth day he wasn’t gassing her at all. She wasn’t drugged, he needed no hypnosis to keep her obedient. It was now the most natural routine in the world to her, and Josh couldn’t have been more pleased. “Yes,” he thought, “this one is staying with me.”

On the ninth day Josh came in early, and as usual led her outside. She used the mud pit and then he took her to a patch of grass and told her to stay. Waiting on all fours, she watched as he went to fetch his hosepipe, cold water streaming from the end. He pointed it at her and she cried out. The water was freezing and he wasn’t holding back. She took deep breaths, trying to ignore the pain that was washing over her skin. Eventually he turned the water off and stood beside her. Taking a brush he untangled her hair roughly. Her eyes were streaming with tears.

“You need grooming, you filthy bitch. We have guests today and I want you to make me proud.”

He led her back to the sitting room. “Table,” he barked and obediently she climbed onto the table. Making sure the butt plug was in place he moved beside her and took from his pocket a couple of nipple clamps joined by a chain. Reaching beneath her, he attached the clamps as she squealed with the pain and he tugged on the chain to make sure it was fixed firmly.

“Stop moaning fuckpet, I want you to look your best.” Melanie pressed her lips tightly together, so as not to make another sound. Josh cleaned her cage out, changing the paper and washing the floor. He replaced the paper with fresh and ordered her into it. “You will wait here for our guests. I want them to see you in your natural habitat.”

As Josh was closing the gate, Melanie crawled forward and slid her tongue over his hand. He smiled. “I know pet, you’re welcome.”

It seemed hours until he returned, and when he did, Melanie saw he was not alone. Coming into the sitting room with him were three women and two men. A small party she thought as she cowered in her cage.

“Aww, what a sweet pet,” said one of the women. Josh smiled proudly. “Oh yes Jemma, and she’s so obedient, I’m so proud of her.” The woman smiled. “All down to training Josh, you have done well. Does she play?”

Josh grinned. “I have been saving the play training for you my sweet Jemma. I thought you might like that.” Jemma beamed and clapped her hands. “Oh Josh, you spoil me!” The others laughed. Jemma walked towards the cage, taking the leash from Josh. She held out her hand and in it, Melanie saw a chocolate drop. She licked her lips. The party of people stood and watched as Jemma enticed the pet to the cage door. “Come on little pet. Come to Mistress Jemma, look what Mistress Jemma has for you. A yummy choccie drop. Does the puppy want the choccie? Of course you do, come on fuckpet, come and get it.” And with that, Melanie slowly edged forward towards the outstretched hand. Nervously she looked up at the woman, seeing her bright green eyes, and a look of warmth about her. Her painted lips were full, and she was smiling.

Melanie carefully licked at the chocolate drop and Jemma placed it on her tongue. “There pet, there’s plenty more where that came from. You just have to do as you’re told.”

Melanie looked to Josh, who nodded his approval. Jemma attached the leash to the collar and led Melanie to the garden. The others followed, Josh keeping a careful eye on his pet, making sure she was doing all that she was supposed to do. He would be furious if she let him down. He was trusting her and hoped he wasn’t expecting too much too soon. He wasn’t to be disappointed.

“Sit fuckpet.” Jemma looked down at Melanie and smiled, removing the leash from her collar.

“We’re going to play a little game. Puppies need exercise. Today we’re going to play fetch.” Jemma raised her hand and showed Melanie a soft ball, rubbery and shiny. Melanie stared at it and then looked up at the woman with the kind face. She was suddenly filled with dread. Her knees were going to bleed terribly. She glanced over at her Master. He seemed worried, and she offered him a smile, as if to say,“don’t worry Master, I won’t let you down.”

“I’m going to throw the ball and you are going to fetch it,” Jemma was saying. “Then you’ll bring it back to me here and drop it at my feet. Oh, did I mention, you must only use your mouth, no hands allowed. After all, dogs don’t have hands.” Melanie knew that. She hadn’t used her hands for ages, and was hurt that this woman would think her so naïve. But nothing showed in her face. Instead, she began to pant excitedly, to show her Master how grateful she was for his trust.

Jemma threw the ball, and Melanie watched as it landed up the garden near some bushes. As soon as it landed she was off, crawling as fast as she could to the ball and bending her neck to collect it as quickly as she could. It took a few stabs with her teeth before she could manage to pick it up but as soon as she felt it was secure, she crawled back to Jemma and dropped the ball at her feet. Everyone clapped and laughed, and Melanie felt as proud as can be as she looked at her Master, who was positively beaming. Jemma patted her head and slipped a chocolate drop into her mouth. “Good doggie! Well done!” She exclaimed. Melanie panted and nuzzled Jemma’s leg. The woman bent down and stroked the doggie, and then gave a little tug on the chain. Melanie felt a shooting pain in her nipples and squealed slightly, blushing with shame as she lowered her eyes to the floor. Jemma lifted her chin and smiled. “Don’t worry fuckpet, you did well.” The puppy smiled back.

The game of fetch carried on for a good half hour, everyone taking turns in throwing the ball and watching the puppy dog chase it. Melanie began to enjoy herself, begging for the ball to be thrown if someone held it a little too long, teasing her with it. By mid-morning, she was exhausted but happy. Her Master moved towards her and attached the leash, bending down and kissing her head softly before whispering in her ear. “Master is very proud of his puppy. Soon, she will be allowed to speak.” Melanie could feel a well of emotion building inside her and tears streamed down her face, gratitude etched in every pore.

After the guests had lunch, Josh led his pet to her cage for her afternoon nap. She curled in the corner happily, and went to sleep. She was woken by the sound of someone banging on the bars of the cage. “Wake up you fucking bitch, you lazy fucking whore!” Melanie was frightened and shook in her corner. She growled feebly at the man who rattled her cage and he laughed. “Oh doggie, I’m so scared,” he spat sarcastically. Opening the cage door he grabbed hold of her collar and dragged her out.

“Lay down bitch, legs apart. This Master is going to fuck you hard and leave you sore.” Melanie didn’t know what to do. She whimpered and cried, but she wasn’t allowed to use her voice, so she couldn’t cry for help. She began to bark, hoping that wouldn’t go against her Master’s wishes. The man put his hand tightly over her mouth and slapped her tit with the other. The nipple clamp caught on his hand and she cried from the seering pain. “Shut the fuck up you stupid bitch, or I’ll have you put down.” The man laughed, amused by his own humor and lowered his pants, revealing his hard cock, throbbing and needy. He rammed it into the pet’s cunt hard, and began to fuck her, tugging on her nipple chain as he thrust deep inside her.

“I always knew you’d be a good fuck. I used to watch you, strutting your stuff around the office. You were a slut then, and you’re a slut now. Josh will have his way with you and turf you out like the others. You are nothing to him but a two bit whore.”

Melanie wept as his cock buried deep inside her. She tried to bite his hand but he moved it away, giving her the chance to bark again. He slapped her hard across her face. “Once more bitch, and you’re dead.” Melanie clamped her lips together and soon he was cumming, groaning over and over as his cum spewed into her.

He quickly slipped from her used cunt and zipped up his pants. Grabbing her leash he dragged her back to her cage. “Not a word to anyone, I’m warning you,” he snarled as he slammed the cage door shut.

When he’d gone, Melanie cowered in the corner of her cage, and sobbed. She had let down her Master, she should have fought more, she had been abused and degraded by someone she didn’t remember, and she felt dirty. She curled in her corner, and tried to get back to sleep, but the tears wouldn’t stop flowing. She could hear laughter in the next room, a room she’d never even seen, and she wondered if the man was talking about her, telling them all what a bad puppy she was. She figured he wouldn’t be, knowing that she was to keep the secret. But, she was torn. To keep a secret from her Master? She couldn’t. She would tell him when he allowed her speech.

She dozed fitfully, eventually being woken once more by the sound of chatter as Josh’s guests entered the sitting room. She sat up in her cage, and whimpered. Josh came towards her and she licked his hand. “What’s the matter pet? Something wrong?” She nodded, tears again pouring down her cheeks. Josh frowned. He hadn’t intended for her to speak yet, it was too soon, but something was wrong with the bitch and he needed to know what. It might affect future training, and even the rest of the party.

Josh whispered in her ear as she came to the cage gate. “You may whisper to me my pet.” And very quietly, Melanie told him what had happened, betraying the confidence, but knowing that to tell her Master was more important. He patted her head, his face turning red with rage, and he strode purposefully over to the waiting crowd. He grabbed the man by his collar, their faces not inches apart, and he spat out the words. “You’re fired, fuck off.”

The man looked shocked but didn’t say a word. Instead, he walked towards the cage, and spat at the pet before storming out of the room and slamming the front door behind him.

Josh tried to calm down. Some bastard had used his whore without his permission, had dirtied her before he could offer her to the others. He was fuming. He turned to his surprised guests and spoke in a moderate tone. “I’m sorry everyone, it seems my bitch has been used by that bastard. Her cunt has already been filled. Of course, if anyone wants sloppy seconds they’re welcome, but if not, the other two holes are still available. I’ll leave you to it.” And with that, he was gone.

Melanie was still shaking as Jemma came to her and carefully picked up the leash, leading her to the table. The pet didn’t need telling anymore, she climbed onto it and waited, her nipple chain hanging down, tugging gently at her clamped nipples. The three women gathered round, running their hands over her body, feeling every crease. Melanie felt fingers everywhere, exploring her sex, her skin, opening her mouth as if to examine it, and poking at her plugged asshole. Her skin quivered and she realized to her embarrassment, she was enjoying the soft touch of the women as their hands continued to glide over her flesh. She felt the butt plug slip from her asshole, a probing finger slipping in, another was tweaking her clit, her hips were rocking as they played her like a violin. The man moved to the front and slid his cock into her mouth. He slowly began to fuck her as the women fucked her from behind. Two fingers now matched the man’s rhythm. Melanie grunted and groaned as they used her holes, the dripping cunt left, that man’s cum still slowly oozing from her abused hole. She didn’t care. She was being taken by her Master’s friends, and she was being obedient, that’s all that mattered. Nothing else seemed important.

The women began to play with each other. Melanie noticed they were fondling each other’s breasts and sliding hands between their legs. When the man held Melanie’s head on his cock, she knew he was about to fill her mouth. She opened her throat, ready to receive his cum, and as his cock pulsated against her tongue, she tasted his hot salty cum as it poured down her throat.

After the man was satisfied he slipped his cock from her mouth and patted her head, smiling and sated. One of the women came round to the front of the pet, lifting her skirt and moving her wet cunt to Melanie’s mouth. Melanie obediently licked down the slit, tasting the sweetness of juices as she diddled the clit with her tongue, flicking gently. The woman moaned softly and Melanie slid her tongue to the hole, drinking the cum as it poured from the woman, sliding her tongue in as far as she could, the woman’s fingers gliding through Melanie’s long brown hair, nails raking over her scalp. Melanie moaned, feeling an orgasm building. She hadn’t cum in days and was desperate, but she wouldn’t, not without permission. She took a deep breath and concentrated on the ragged piece of curtain, still hanging. It was her focus when he hadn’t allowed her the pleasure. If she watched it hard enough, she could avoid release.

When the four of them had had enough, and each had cum at least once, they dressed again, and sat on the sofa and chairs, Melanie still on display in the middle of the room. It seemed an age before Josh returned. They all stood and greeted him, and thanked him profusely. Josh couldn’t have been prouder. Melanie’s knees were in such pain, but she stayed on all fours, so obediently, he was almost surprised.

He took the leash and led her to the garden, the others followed, watching the evening ritual with wonder. “It won’t be long before they all want one,” Josh thought. “But this one is mine, for keeps.”

After the guests left, Josh led Melanie upstairs. She had never been anywhere but the kitchen, hall and sitting room, and she gazed in wonder as she saw different wallpaper, less shabby, and his bedroom, bright, cheerful, wonderful. She knew he didn’t always use it, but sometimes, when he couldn’t be bothered to go to his apartment, he had stayed here and she had listened hard, trying to hear the sound of his breathing.

“Sit my pet,” he said softly, and she did. It seemed hours since she had last sat, her ass resting lightly on her heels, and it was a relief not to be on her knees so heavily. As if reading her mind Josh spoke again. “Show me your knees.” She unfurled her feet from under her, sitting on the floor as she spread her legs out in front of her. Her knees were a mess. Josh went to the bathroom and got a sponge, cleaning the blood and dirt and putting cream on the wounds. “My fault, my pet, I should have allowed you knee pads. I’m sorry.” Melanie smiled and kissed his leg.

“Tonight, my pet, you sleep with me. In the morning, you will be allowed speech, and before long, you will be standing again. I am so proud of you my slave, for that is what you are now. My slave, for my use. To be obedient at all times. When you are good, you will be spoiled, when you are bad, you will return to your knees and be a fuckdoggie. Do you understand?”

Melanie nodded, her heart filled with love, her eyes streaming with tears. Josh smiled tenderly. “I love my pet, and I know she will always keep me happy. Now, into bed with you.”

Melanie clambered into his bed and lay her head on the pillow. The sheets felt soft and warm and luxurious and as he slid in beside her and wrapped his arm around her, spooning with her, she knew she had found her place, and hoped the dream would never end.