Lindy's Tale

After several years of being Milo's friend Lindy had grown quite frustrated with him. She 
had thrown out signals and made overt comments to him every opportunity that she had. 
Much to her chagrin, he had never once made a move on her despite her encouragements.

Tonight would be different. She knew that he was attracted to her and that had it not been 
for their disparity in their ages that he would have made advances. She respected the fact 
that at forty-0ne years of age he did not want to take advantage of an inexperienced 
twenty-four year old woman. And, though she was a bit worried about being rebuffed, 
she had decided to make her wants clear.

As he lay there on the floor of his roomy house she crawled over to him and tapped him 
on his forehead. When he looked up at her she leaned in and kissed him. He did not 
protest.

Shortly she found herself looking down into the eyes of the man that had eluded and 
ignored her advances for so long. As she ground her body against him he grasped her hair 
and pulled her head back to kiss her neck. She moaned in ecstasy as a long heaving 
orgasm shook her body.

Hand in hair he guided her off of his body to lay on her belly. And, holding her head hard 
to the floor he commanded her to lift her ass up. And when her ass arose he plunged his 
cock back into her sex, making her grown as another orgasm rocked her body. He ground 
deep inside of her, rocking on her plump bottom.

She climaxed again and again as he pushed himself into her. And then, pulling her by her 
hair, he climbed off of her and guided her head to his awaiting cock. She sucked greedily 
as he stood over her, holding her hair and guiding her head roughly up and down his 
shaft. Her head swam in his forceful use of her. She felt violated and yet hungry for more 
violation. And, when finally he exploded, she swallowed his seed hungrily.

He held her head on his softening cock until he softened. And when at last he was 
satisfied he lay down with her beside him, head on his chest.

Silence.

The early morning sun crept into the room. As they stirred awake she found the need for 
him again. And so, she slid her tongue down the length of his chest to his cock and began 
sucking.

His hand found her hair and began pushing her down on to his cock rougher than before. 
And while parts of her wanted to resist she could not. His hard treatment of her only 
made her want to satisfy him more. And when he exploded in her mouth once again, she 
climaxed, too.

They lay there, on the floor of his front room. His hand remained on her head, not 
allowing her to pull his, now flaccid, cock from her mouth. She wondered when he would 
allow her to move, while hoping that it would not be for some time.

Eventually, they got up to eat breakfast and to shower.

As she was drying herself from her hot shower he began to explain himself to her and 
why he had held her down. He exposed himself as wanting a compliant woman who 
would submit to his needs.

"I tell you these things now because we are friends." He said, "Should you decide that 
you want a relationship with me you should know what you are getting into."

She shuddered. Her entire upbringing and stubborn pride rebelled against the idea of 
being subservient to a man. Still, it was intriguing and she became wet with the thought.

As she left his house that day her mind wandered at the possibilities and what it would 
mean. She ventured into a bookshop and bought a book on alternative lifestyles. And, 
while many of the descriptions were unappealing, something about them stirred her to 
wetness.

For much of the next week she thought of the things that he had told her. She read over 
things that she had previously read in the book that she had purchased. And, finally, she 
decided to visit him again.

The knock was tentative. He answered the door casually, inviting her in. She was 
surprised that he acted no differently than he had before their sexual encounter. And, as 
she threw out her signals and made her advances she was stunned to find that he did not 
react. In fact, he reacted as though nothing had happened.

Later that evening, as he sat on the couch, she climbed into his arms and kissed him. 
Then, she pulled back and told him of the book and the things that she had been thinking.

"I could never be treated like an animal." She told him. "And, as for the slave stuff, I 
don't think that I could do that for more than a few hours at a time. And you will never 
whip me or fuck my ass or humiliate me in any way."

He took her into the bedroom and gently made love to her. And though she enjoyed it, 
something was missing. And though she climaxed time and time again, she felt emptiness 
in their lovemaking. Something was unfulfilled.

The next night she wasted no time. Upon his opening of the door she drove herself into 
his arms and kissed him hard and long. They retired to his bed immediately. He slowed 
her frantic pace and made her lie in front of him on her side. He held her in his arms. 
And, as she felt his chest press against her back she shivered. And as his cock hardened 
and grew against her thighs she grew more and more excited. He began grinded his cock 
between her thighs and through the cheeks of her ass. As his cock slid between the 
cheeks of her ass she felt fear. Still he ground against her, his cock wetting the space 
between the cheeks of her ass. And finally, he slid into her ass. And then, he was out.

She was stunned that she wanted it back in her ass. And stunned yet again when his cock 
slid into her ass for a second time, only to be withdrawn, yet again. And she found herself 
grinding into his cock, trying to guide it into the place that she told him would never be 
used. And when, at last she found her sphincter stretched by his cock, she forced herself 
down onto it, pressing her ass hard, into him.

Her head screamed at the invasion. Her body screamed at the invasion. Yet, she could 
not, would not, stop her motion. She left her body to the sensation, the stretching, and the 
humiliation of it all. She left her body to its urges and needs. She exploded in ecstasy 
again and again.

And, as he reached climax he rolled to his back, leaving her painfully empty, and grasped 
her hair and pushed her down to his awaiting cock. She resisted, briefly, only to relent 
and suck his cock until he exploded into her mouth. And, as he had on their previous 
encounter, he held her there, his cock in her mouth.

Finally, he released her hair and commanded her to stay as she was until he withdrew his 
cock from her mouth.

When they awoke to the sound of the alarm that signified the start of their new day, she 
found his flaccid cock still in her mouth. Neither had moved during the night. And she 
had slept as soundly as she ever had.

Again, that next evening, after she had left work, she found herself at his home. This time 
it was he who took her. As soon as he closed the door he stripped her body and pushed 
her to her knees. He took her hard and without ceremony. His cock slid into her already 
wet sex and he fucked her hard. She climaxed over and over as he fucked her. She pushed 
against him, hard and fast with his rhythm. And as it seemed that she would climax again 
he withdrew and pushed into her ass.

She cried out as his cock spread her sphincter. Even before he had fully entered her she 
climaxed, screaming, in terrible pain at the rough entry. And, when finally he had entered 
her ass completely she bucked against him and fucked him.

Her head filled with thoughts of things that she had read and things that he had told her. 
She dreamed of the abuse and mistreatment that he had told her about. And as she 
dreamed she climaxed over and over again. And when he withdrew from her ass she 
collapsed only to be dragged by her hair to the foot of his large recliner where she sucked 
his cock until he, too, exploded with a body wrenching orgasm.

Her days at her job became more tedious than they had been prior to her new 
relationship. She found her mind wandering towards the carnal pleasures of life. Often, 
she would find herself leafing through her, now worn, book on alternative lifestyles. She 
found herself being more aroused by the illustrations than she had previously been. She 
found that her daydreams drifted towards carnal images that she had never before 
dreamed.

When she arrived at his house that night she began chattering immediately. "OK, you can 
fuck my ass and tie me up and you can even spank me a little. But, don't think that you 
will ever treat me like and animal or humiliate me."

He smiled and kissed her. "Hello to you too." he said grinning.

"And, don't think that just because you managed to convince me to do…anything that you 
can convince me to do more. So, if you can't deal with that then this should end now. 
And, I will never act like one of those slaves who lives only for her master. I am not that 
girl!" she finished.

She cried that night. Her thoughts replayed time and again how he had humiliated her.
Her mind reeled at how easily she was made to beg to cum until she was willing to bark 
like a dog. He had even led her around his home with a leash attached to a heavy leather 
collar, making her bark, sit, and roll over and whimper. And she had done it all happily, 
excited beyond anything that she had experienced. And when, at last, he allowed her ass 
to swallow his hard cock, she came, howling like the dog he told her she was.

The Morning:

Naked, she sat, on his bathroom floor, crying at what she had willingly done.

She did not visit him for two weeks after that ordeal. Her book became ragged with wear 
as she constantly perused its pages. Her thoughts were of him, always. And though she 
did not call him or visit him she longed for him. And when she let off work that Friday 
she went to him.

He did not receive her as she thought that he would. He did not return the kiss she had 
given him nor did he hug her as before. And, as she was about to leave, crestfallen, he 
made his only statement.

"Lindy", he started "you cannot behave this way. I am not yours to have whenever you 
wish. I am not here for your pleasures. I told you that the woman for me would perform 
for my pleasures. If you can remember that, this will continue. If not, then we can be 
friends."

Haughty and angry she turned from him and departed.


The Fall:

She was back at his door, begging him to let her in by nine o'clock that evening. And as 
she begged him to let her in she felt something in her give. The humiliation that she was 
feeling began to arouse her sexually. And the relief that she felt when he let her in filled 
her with a joy that she had rarely felt.

He made her strip her clothes off for him immediately after he closed the door. And as he 
took his seat on the couch in the living room he directed she stand directly in front of him 
with her hands to her sides.

Her excitement was clear, as her nipples were erect and hard. Her sex rushed full with 
excitement and glistened with its wetness. And despite the rooms warmth she felt goose 
bumps rise on her body and she shivered in anticipation.

Her mind became awash in her nakedness. She was more aware of her body now than she 
had ever been. She tried not looking at him as her face flushed with embarrassed 
excitement.

He told her to look at herself in the floor length mirror against the far wall behind her. 
She slowly turned and strode to the mirror to gaze at her naked form. He made her run 
her hands across her breasts and squeeze her hard nipples. She stroked the fine hair that 
covered her wet sex as he commanded her.

And then, finally, he commanded that she retire to the bathroom to shower. "And when 
you are finished you are to have no hair on your body below the neck."

As she shaved she found herself wondering at her actions. Everything in her being was 
commanding for her to leave, never to return. And yet, everything in her being screamed 
for her to do as she had been commanded; And so, she finished her assigned task

And when she finished she presented herself before him. His huge presence now 
dominated the room. And it was that same presence dominating her will.

She wondered why she had not noticed this before. Her mind raced to remember when 
she had seen him so strong and powerful. He seemed enormous as he sat on his couch 
gazing at her.

When he commanded that she display herself by turning slowly around she did so, 
without question. As she turned she wondered at her obedience. She questioned her 
sanity and her will as a woman. And as she came around again, to face him, she no longer 
cared. He was all that she saw and all that mattered.

That night she was presented with a wide leather collar. The silver rings shone brightly 
on its dull black surface. And when he close the small lock at the back of the collar a 
shiver ran through her body.

Adorned now in matching cuffs on her ankles and wrists she felt her body swell with 
excitement. That night, she agreed to do whatever he wished, no matter how terrible. He 
made her understand that no cries would free her from whatever punishments he wished 
to inflict on her body. And when, finally, he made love to her she cried.

Her weekend was filled with confusion, pain and ecstasy. She swam with guilt and 
pleasure as she obeyed his whims. And, though she had not experienced any new 
physical sensations, she felt an ashamed excitement at obeying his every command and at 
behaving, in every way, like she had only his will to control her actions.

She was tearful when the alarm sounded Monday morning. She went to work, very aware 
of her naked wrists, ankles and neck. She rubbed her neck, longingly, wishing for the 
return of the collar. She would not see him for the next month, as per his command. Her 
choice was simple. Over the next month she was to decide if she would live the life he 
required or if they would return to being friends, only.

Should she decide to live the life he required she was to make all of the proper 
arrangements herself. She would quit her job and sell all of her belongings save those of 
sentimental value Then, when all was complete she was to present herself to him, 
kneeling at his doorstep.

Her next week was filled with anguish as she longed for him and his touch. She longed 
for his kind manner and his rough, commanding touch. Mostly, she longed for his strong 
presence, which brought her a fearful excitement that, somehow, comforted her and made 
her feel secure.

She, again, leafed through her well-used book. She could tell no one of the choice that 
she had to make, fearful of their reaction, fearful of their judgment and condemnation. 
Her only consolation in this difficult time of decision was that book of fearful and 
perverse images and descriptions.

Arrival:

She cried as she left the last of belongings, what she could not sell, behind. As she drove 
out to his large home on the outskirts of the city she cried at the loss of all that she knew. 
She questioned her judgment and her sanity. For all that she knew this was a horribly 
wrong decision. But, somehow, she had made it. And so, she drove, weeping and 
frightened to meet her fate.

As she pulled into his drive the garage door swung open. He knew she was there already. 
She waited for a moment before pulling into the garage. Startled by the garage doors 
closure she shuddered as she realized that the time for turning back was past.

She slowly made her way from the car to the door that would allow her entrance to the 
house. As she passed through the vestibule that would gain her entrance to the living 
room she removed her clothes as instructed only a month earlier.

He sat, watching her as she passed through the vestibules doorway and into the living 
room. She approached slowly to kneel in front of him and then, shaking, she kneeled, 
placing her hands behind her back.

She looked up to see him leaning forward to place the collar on her neck. She felt frozen 
and her vision became blurred as she saw her life pour away before her. She jumped as 
the lock clicked shut. Somehow, he was behind her. The moments seemed impossibly 
slow and yet; all too quickly the cuffs, which locked with a snap that seemed impossibly 
loud, encircled her wrists and ankles.

She awoke next to him, the previous night a blur of passion and sweat. That they had 
made love was a certainty. But that was all that she knew.

Needing to relieve herself she sat up to find that a heavy chain attached to the headboard 
was secured to her collar. She roused him gently in hopes that he would unlock her.

"Suffer," he told her as he pulled her back into bed. Then he pushed her head down 
between his legs to his hard cock.

She held his cum in her mouth as he commanded. He freed her from the chain and guided 
her into the bathroom and, after warming the water, stepped with her into the shower. As 
commanded she washed him first and then herself. Not until after she dried them both 
was she allowed to swallow the cum that she still held in her mouth.

He dressed slowly while explaining that her only clothing would be her cuffs and an 
occasional blanket when it was cool enough to warrant it. She blushed, suddenly aware of 
her nakedness, wishing that she could cover herself with something.

The next few weeks were a blur for her. She began to admire him and see him in a way 
that she had never seen him before. His ability to read her emotion was uncanny to the 
point of being frightening, yet comforting. His ability to quietly command her and make 
her want to serve him amazed her. And nearly every occasion when she doubted her 
decision to become his was quelled with a small gesture or word from him.

During these weeks she became accustomed to his moods. She learned to read his 
thoughts almost as well as he had learned to read hers. Nothing seemed to please him 
more than her ability to present herself to him in the fashion in which he wanted her at 
the moment. That he complimented her often was of almost no import to her as her joy 
was derived, more and more, from his pleasure in her.

The Other Room

After her first several weeks learning to be what he wanted he decided that it was time to 
show her his "special room", as he called it. Taking her into the bedroom he showed her 
the false back to his closet. He explained to her that he had previously sealed off a large 
room in his house and created the false back to the closet as an entrance. And though he 
rarely entertained guests he wanted a room that no one would stumble upon.

She gasped as she entered the room. The ceilings were black and had heavy metal hooks 
spaced evenly. The walls were covered in black padded leather and there were several 
strange apparatus that she could only imagine the uses for. As she walked towards the 
leather-padded table that occupied the center of the room she noticed that the floor was 
covered with black rubber tiles.

As they approached the table he bade her to climb up on it and lay down on her back.
Mechanically she climbed onto it and laid her head in the cushion that was obviously 
meant for her head. He locked her collar to something unseen. She tested the binding to 
find it firm. He then filled her mouth with a short, thick phallus and strapped it on her 
head, tightly. Then, he lifted her knees to her chest and brought a strap across her legs 
and locked it down to the opposing side, pinning her knees to her chest as he tightened it.

Suddenly filled with fear she strained against the bonds and screamed from beneath the 
gag. As his face filled her eyes she became calm again. He brushed her forehead and 
smiled a warm comforting smile. She sank into a blissful state as he began caressing her 
thighs and rubbing her sex.

At the sudden stroking of her sex her mind filled with shame. Her thoughts drifted to her 
easy compliance with any touch to her body that stimulated her sexual urges. She was 
becoming a thing of sex, she thought. She began crying at her loss of control over her 
carnal urges. And almost immediately this thought comforted her as he called her his pet.

He continued stroking her until she neared climax. Then, he stopped. As she collected 
herself from her sudden loss her body went limp in its bonds. And then, again he began 
stroking her sex. Instantly, she reacted, straining at her bonds in futility. And, when she 
neared climax he, again, stopped his ministrations.

For two hours she suffered this exquisite torture. She tried to beg from beneath the gag. 
Paying her no mind, he made her suffer in carnal need. And then, he slowly pulled the 
phallus from her aching mouth. And she begged him to let her cum. Her mind was filled 
with one thought. And when finally she could speak she uttered only one word: "Please?"

"What?" was his only utterance.

"Please, master, let me cum. Please!" she begged. Over and over she repeated herself. 
And over and over he repeated the same question. And, when she began crying at her 
defeat, he began stroking her sex again.

Finally, he stopped. Covered in sweat she whimpered and begged to cum.

She had lost herself. She could think of nothing but her much needed orgasm. And she 
quietly cried to him to make her cum. And when, at last, her senses returned to her he 
told her that it was time that she started acting like the pet that he wanted her to be.

The realization of what he wanted hit her suddenly. She was to become that dog that he 
had led on the leash that distant night. She was expected to bark and do tricks as a 
common housedog might. She blushed that she would consider such a thing, 
remembering how ashamed she felt from the one night of behaving as a dog for him. The 
thought of behaving as such made her recoil. And, somehow, the humiliation of such a 
thing aroused her further, while filling her with shame.

Defeated, by her carnal needs and her shame, she agreed.

He left her momentarily to return with a small metal nametag. He held the tag over her 
head and displayed it for her. The tag was stamped with her name. She cried as he 
clipped it to her collar, fully realizing her shame and humiliation.

Now, he began stroking her sex again. Briefly he stopped to retrieve a long thick plug 
that he slid into her ass. And then, he began stroking her sex again. As he stroked her he 
told her over and over that she was his dog. She was his bitch, he told her. She nodded 
her head "yes" to his every word.

"The only words you are to utter unless commanded are "may I cum" he told her.

And she nodded "yes" to him. Over and over, as he stroked her sex, he repeated his 
directives to her and over and over she nodded in affirmation. And in her mind she 
repeated those words as often as he said them, her shame filling her as her carnal needs 
overcame her senses.

Over and over he stopped rubbing her as she neared climax. Over and over she begged 
for him to let her cum until, finally, she screamed out "May I cum, master?"

She exploded in agonizing ecstasy. Her body tensed in its bonds and she screamed. Her 
thoughts left her entirely as she neared another orgasm.

"May I cum, master?" she screamed.

And again she climaxed. Her body convulsed savagely, shaking the heavy table 
dramatically. She screamed in painful ecstasy, her mind void of reason or thought. Again, 
and again she climaxed, not realizing that he was no longer stroking her sex. Her screams 
filled the large room as the orgasms wracked her body, one after another.

And then, finally, they subsided. She closed her eyes as the sweat dripped from her body 
and pooled on the leather-padded table.

When she awoke she found herself in his bed wrapped in his blankets. She wondered if it 
had been a dream. Her hand drifted to the collar to find the nametag. She noticed, too, a 
strange discomfort in her ass. Her hand slid under the covers to feel the plug that was still 
in her ass.

As she pulled the covers from her body her heart skipped a beat. The plug had a tail. She 
stood up and noticed that the tail was stiff, yet flexible, and seemed to wag with her step.

She sank to the floor and, holding her hands to her face, she wept. Her shame, at what she 
had agreed to, abruptly sank into her being. She was no longer a person. She was an 
animal. She was his animal. And in her shame, she realized that that was, truly, how she 
saw herself now.

She was thankful that he allowed her to remove her tail when she showered. And, as she 
showered she was amazed at her acceptance of her new status. And though she still felt 
shame at what she had agreed to become, it excited her.

Duties:

Later that day he explained to her what he expected her to do. She was expected to wear 
the tail unless otherwise commanded. When she felt the need to use the bathroom she was 
to remove it and put the tails plug into her mouth and then replace it in her ass when she 
was finished. She was allowed to remove it when she showered, as well.

She was to act like a dog at all times. Communicating as a dumb animal might. Of 
course, as he had said last night, her only words were to be "May I cum.", unless 
otherwise directed. Too, she was expected never to walk upright except for her chores 
and her daily workout.

As he laid out for her the rules she would be living by she nodded in humble 
acknowledgement.

"Finally," he said, I expect you to learn to wag that tail as a real dog might."

She nodded in affirmation.

Had he not worked a steady job she would have lost track of time entirely. As it was she 
only knew when it was a weekend by the days he did not leave for work.

Her first day alone in the house with the tail was not easy for her. Her degradation and 
humiliation nearly over came her. Several times, while doing her chores, she broke down 
crying. She thought of pulling the tail out several times. She did not.

She felt particularly silly obeying her master's command to not walk upright when she 
was finished with all of the duties he had assigned her. Still, the one time she did walk 
upright she felt shame that she had done such a thing. She could not understand why.
She pondered this shame. While lying on the floor in front of the door she thought of how 
she could feel shame by acting as a normal person might. How could she feel shame at 
walking upright as she had all of her life?

It was then that she realized that she thought of herself as his pet. After the degradation of 
the other night she no longer felt as if she deserved to be considered a person. She had, 
after all, succumbed to her basest of needs. She had become an animal that night and still 
felt like one. And with this realization she slept.

She woke as her master was unlocking the door. And, as he passed the threshold she 
wagged her ass and tail, hoping that he approved. He held his hand to her and she licked 
it. And she pushed against him as he patted her head, all the while hoping beyond hope 
that this was what he wanted and expected.

Over the next few weeks she spoke only in barks, only breaking form when she begged 
him to let her cum.

He fed her from a dish in the kitchen. And though she was humiliated at this she felt it 
fitting. And though she wrestled with her place as his dog, from time to time, she came to 
accept it. And, over a time, she began to enjoy how he treated her and how pleased he 
was with her.

For nearly six months he had introduced nothing new to her. Her behavior was rarely in 
need of modification. And she came to think of herself as his pet – his dog. Even in the 
few conversations that he had allowed her she had found it difficult to break form.

From time to time she wondered how she had changed in her mind so much. The few 
thoughts that were of her were on how drastic a change she had made in herself. She 
wondered that her howling when she climaxed was so natural now. Too, she noticed how 
natural wagging her tail was. And though the long periods of having the plug inside of 
her had initially caused her pain, she now felt empty without it and disliked removing it 
at all. She had even begun to find it difficult to even use the words that would allow her 
to cum.

As summer approached he allowed her outside. The back of the house opened into a 
spacious field and there were few houses in sight. The closest house to his, in fact was 
difficult to see for the high grasses and trees that were spaced between them.

She was very excited to be allowed outside. And somehow, her nakedness never affected 
her.

One particular day, he took her outside and sat with her in the swing on his back porch. 
She was lying with her head in his lap, enjoying his caressing of her body. After only a 
short time he walked her out into the field. He was looking for something, though he did 
not say what he was looking for.

Finally, he picked up a fair sized stick. Showing her the stick, her threw it and demanded 
she fetch it. As she ran after the stick, her bare feet and hands crunching the dry grasses, 
she began to cry. Her last vestige of pride had just been ripped from her and she felt her 
final grain of humanity drain away.

That night she cried herself to sleep. Her previous thoughts of what she had become came 
crashing in as she wept. She had thought that she had fully accepted her role as animal. 
This night, however, she had truly felt more like an animal than at any other moment.

Lindy soon became happy with her new found understanding. She even took pleasure in 
playing fetch with her master. And, over the course of the next two years she became to 
entrenched in her role as Milo's dog that she rarely thought of anything but pleasing him.

On those rare occasions when she was allowed to talk to him she found it almost 
impossible. She had become so accustomed to being his dog that she found speaking in 
words to be almost wrong. And, on those few occasions when she did think of herself she 
realized that she loved Milo, deeply.

For the remainder of the next five years her life was filled with Milo. Happily she did 
everything that he commanded. He now fucked her with brutal force most nights, 
plunging his cock into her sex and ass without care for the pain that it caused her. She 
would howl in agonizing ecstasy as he hammered into her willing body. And he would 
fuck her harder for her howling, only to withdraw and make her suck his cock and 
swallow his cum when he exploded in her hungry mouth.

And when he was spent she would replace the void in her ass with her tail and lick the 
sweat from his body, cleaning every inch of him with her tongue. And then she would 
sleep in his arms until daybreak.

From time to time he would take her into his hidden room and tell her what each 
apparatus was for. And, though he never used any of the devices on her she was fearful 
and hopeful that he would, one day.

Since that first day that she had played fetch for Milo she had found it more and more 
difficult to speak the words that would allow her to cum. It was not that she was not 
capable of speaking them or that she forgotten them. Rather, she had thought of herself as 
an animal from that day forth. And though he would have her speak to him from time to 
time, she was now filled with shame with every word that she spoke.

Last Days:

Shortly after his fiftieth birthday Milo was diagnosed him with a rare and fatal form of 
cancer. And though he was not outwardly ill, his time was short.

Upon hearing of his fate Milo took appropriate actions. He notified his younger brother, 
Dean, of his impending passing and requested his immediate presence. His will was 
immediately drawn up leaving everything to his brother. He told his brother that he 
wished for him to care of Lindy, who, he believed, was now incapable of caring for 
herself. Dean agreed to live at his brother's home and to care for Lindy. And, having no 
real interests or family in his home of Pittsburgh he began making arrangements to 
forward his belongings immediately.

Upon his brothers arrival Milo explained, in detail, their living arrangements to him. 
Dean had known of his brother's tastes and even shared similar, though different, 
interests, so he was far from shocked. He was a bit intrigued by it, actually.

As per Milo's wishes, he was cremated. Dean scattered his ashes in the field of grass 
behind the house. He returned to find Lindy, crying at the window.

She came to him as he sat on the couch and buried her head in his lap. "There, there" he 
said, "Dean is here to take care of you." And he stroked her hair gently while looking 
down at her young shivering body, a sadistic glint in his eyes.

Dean and Lindy:

When Dean had arrived at his brother's home he found him looking fit and healthy. He 
found it difficult to believe that the strong looking man before him was nearing death.

He had always looked up to his older brother. And unlike so many siblings, they were 
close. There had never been any secrets between them so Dean was not surprised to find 
that Milo's lover was treated like a dog.

Further, his strong loyalty and love for Milo dictated he obey his wishes to take care of 
Lindy. And so it was that he made arrangements to terminate his life in Pittsburgh and 
create a new life here.

A New Beginning:

For the next few weeks Lindy and Dean comforted each other. Often, they slept together, 
finding comfort in each other's embrace, in their mourning. During this time Lindy 
continued her daily chores as they had been previously prescribed while he made the final 
arrangements in taking over his brothers estate.

Often, she wondered why she continued behaving as she had previously. Parts of her felt 
embarrassed at behaving like a dog in front of Dean. Still, she never broke form. 
Interestingly, to her, she realized that she had completely given up her humanity. This 
was an odd idea for her as she had long since given up thoughts of being anything but a 
dog. But, the simple fact that she could feel embarrassment at her actions told her that she 
had not.

They had been living together for about two months. Dean's care had been of constant 
comfort to her. And though he had never acted as anything but a caretaker to her, it was 
clear to her that he was very attracted to her. She was not certain how this made her feel.

It was about this time that Dean had a large box delivered to their home. Upon his 
opening of the box she discovered that the box contained a cage that was not large, but 
not small. And though she wondered what it was for, she did not ask, for that would have 
required words.

Later that night he brought the cage into their bedroom and placed a pillow within. "Milo 
has told me everything of your relationship," he told her, "and he told me to take care of 
you as if you were mine. So, I think it is time that you had a more fitting place to sleep." 
And with those words he gestured she enter the cage. Her head drooped as she obeyed his 
command.


She found that it was difficult to crawl into the cage, as it required her to enter with 
minimal movements, being barely tall enough to allow her body entrance even though 
she was crouched with her knees to her chest.

Once in the cage she found that there was a hole at its opposite end through which her 
head was, obviously, meant to fit. There was also a short padded shelf on the outside of 
the cage on which she could rest her head. And when the door closed behind her she 
found that she her ass was pressed tightly against it. Further, her shoulders were firm 
against the side of the cage that was, thankfully, padded.

She felt him flick her tail, which was fitted through the heavy metal wired cage at the 
opposite end. And then he covered the cage with a heavy blanket and bid her sweet 
dreams.

As she struggled for sleep in her enclosure her mind wrestled with her new situation. She 
wondered why she had continued to act like a dog in front of Dean. She thought of how, 
trapped in this cage, she felt even more animalistic than she had before. She thought back 
to the day when she had realized that she had not lost all of her humanity. And she 
wondered if this would be the final part in her reduction into a beast.

That night, she decided that she would terminate her life as a dog. Tomorrow she would 
stand erect. Tomorrow, she would become a human being, again. Tomorrow she would 
leave and find a new life.

The next morning Dean opened the cage and removed her plug. Then, commanding her 
not to move he placed the plug in her mouth and kneeled down behind her. Then, he slid 
his erection into her already wet sex. She watched the tail wagging in her mouth as he 
slowly fucked her.

She became dizzy as he fucked her, feeling every movement as though it were amplified 
a hundred times. She distinctly felt every thrust into her. Every movement of the cage 
seemed thunderous in her ears. And with every grunt he emitted she found herself 
growing more excited.

He thrust hard against her, sliding in and out of her excited sex. Then, he slid from her 
sex and brought his cock to her ass. She felt every inch of him as he slowly entered and 
stretched her sphincter. She pressed against him, forgetting her determination from last 
night. Still, she watched the tail wag in front of her. And she cried as she realized that her 
determination from last night, to terminate her current life, had evaporated.

As he climaxed he pounded hard against her, causing her pain, triggering an intense 
orgasm. She howled behind the plugs wagging tail as she shuddered through her orgasm.

Her heart sank as he withdrew from her. She thought back to the day that she had first 
realized the power of her carnal lusts. She played through her minds recording of the day 
that she had discovered that her animalistic side was more powerful than her human side. 
And she thought to herself how right Milo had been in treating her as his bitch.

And so, she did not walk erect that day. She did not leave and find a new life. Instead, she 
embraced her life, as she had before Milo's passing.

For the next year she and Dean were quite satisfied in each other. Frequently she spent 
the night caged. But, too, she was often invited into his bed for the night. And, as the 
memory of Milo's passing became distant she came to appreciate Dean.

Though it was not necessary, due to the wealth he had inherited from Milo, Dean felt the 
need for employment. And when he began working steadily she fell back into the old 
schedule of keeping house as she used to. She even greeted Dean, with a wagging tail, as 
she had Milo, so long ago.

Shortly after the anniversary of Milo's passing Dean began to exhibit slightly more 
sadistic tendencies than he had previously exhibited. Now, she found that her tails plug 
was considerably larger. The first time it had been installed was after she had been placed 
in her cage for the night. He had pulled the original plug out rather forcefully and then 
shoved the new one in. Had the original plug not been in her mouth when he pushed the 
new one in, she would have howled out in agony.

For the rest of that night her ass ached terribly. And when, the next day, he removed it to 
push it into her mouth she realized why. She could not close her mouth over it as she 
could her other plug and it held her mouth achingly wide.

That morning, as he fucked her she felt every stroke as if it were her first time. His cock 
seemed too large for her sex and then, as he slid past her aching sphincter and then fully 
into her aching ass, she felt as though she were being split open.

She moaned in pain as he began his slow stroking in her tortured ass. With every thrust 
her head sang in a medley of pain. With the occasional withdrawal from her aching ass 
she determined to leave him. And with every painful re-entry she gave into her pain until, 
finally, she exploded in tortured pleasure.

Finally, he withdrew to fill her mouth with his seed. Dutifully, she drank it down with 
relish, forgetting her vows to leave him.

Over the next weeks she grew use to the size of the plug. She was surprised that she took 
to its large size so well. On those moments when she was alone and duty free she 
pondered over her decision to leave him and then at her lack of conviction to leave. She 
thought, often, of how much further she had become prisoner to, not only Dean but to her 
carnal needs. And she wondered if and when her animalistic needs would overcome her 
humanity completely.

Suddenly, one morning, it dawned on her that she had not uttered a word of English since 
Milo's passing. All of her communications had been in barks and whines and by wagging 
her tail. She determined to speak. She determined to stop this game of perversity and 
degradation.

Later that day, dean arrived home to find her sitting on the couch, watching television. 
Furious, he scolded her and demanded she immediately retire to her cage.

Dissolving in humiliation she ran, on all fours, to her cage. As he locked the door behind 
her she wept. She was mortified at her instant reaction to obey and her instant dismissal 
of her determination to quit her present state of living.

Later that night, Dean let her from her cage and led her into the hidden room of the 
house.


Punishment:

Lindy followed him, on all fours, into the room. Turning on the one light in the room he 
directed her to put her tail in her mouth and then to sit in a chair that stood on the far 
wall.

Obeying him immediately removed the plug from her ass and pushed it into her mouth. 
Then, on her hands and feet she ran over to the chair and took her place in it. Strapping 
her legs to the chair legs and her wrists to the arms, he explained to her that she would be 
punished for her earlier transgression. Finally, as he strapped her head to the headrest on 
the chair, he explained the use of this chair and the controls beside it.

She cried as she felt the large phallus enter her ass. Her next sensation was her sex being 
violated by a similarly sized phallus. Then, he removed the plug from her mouth and 
replaced it with a rubber mouth guard.

Her body tensed as both phalluses began a slow thrusting rhythmic thrusting. And, 
despite her knowledge of what would soon come, she felt herself becoming excited. She 
moaned as the thrusting brought her close to orgasm. And then, just as she was nearing 
release she felt the sudden jolt of electricity that made her body tense in agony. She bit 
down hard on the mouth guard, emitting a scream.

And when, at last, the electrical charge was cancelled the rhythm of the phalluses 
continued, further arousing her. And though she knew that pain was imminent she could 
not control the sexual pleasure that she was feeling. Again, as she approached climax, 
Dean triggered the powerful electrical charge that sent her reeling in pain.

For nearly two hours she suffered through her torture, an animal in hell. And in those few 
moments when she collected her wits, before she lost control to her sexual stimulation, 
she steeled herself to leave this life as an animal.

Discovery:

It was morning when she woke. She found that she was newly cleaned and swaddled in 
warm blankets. And as she passed the mirror that adorned the closet doors she looked at 
herself.

She was almost surprised at her image. She looked hard at herself from all angles. Her 
hair glistened in sandy blonde curls. She ran her fingers through it. Still, shoulder length, 
as it had been when she had first become Milo's pet. Only now, on her hands and knees, it 
draped down, nearly to the floor.

She wiggled to watch the wagging tail from between her, still plump, ass. She 
remembered that her bottom had always been slightly large and soft. Now, still large, it 
was round and well toned. She wiggled again, smiling, proud of its shape.

Then, she examined her body. Slightly chubby when she had given herself over all those 
years ago, it had become quite toned and lean. She smiled at the shape of her legs, strong 
and well shaped. The cuffs on her ankles seemed to accent her shape even more.

She sat up on her knees to examine her breasts. Pleased that her breasts remained firm 
and perky. She ran her hands across them and felt of their weight. She was amazed at her 
instant arousal at even her own touch. Then, she let her hands flow over her hard flat 
stomach. Though not a washboard stomach she could see slight definition beneath her 
skin.

She ran her hand across her naked sex. She blushed at the wetness that she felt. She 
wondered how it was that she could be aroused. Then it dawned on her that she could not 
remember a time, recently, when she was not aroused.

She thought back as far as she could remember. Somehow, though she remembered that 
there was a time before Milo, she could remember nothing of it. Her earliest memories 
seemed to begin with the day that she gave herself over to Milo.

She sank her head down to the floor and raised her ass and wiggled. She smiled at the 
sight. She became further aroused so she wiggled more and more. She began moaning as 
she reached a quiet climax.

And, when finally her orgasm subsided she thought to herself. "I am a dog. I am that 
bitch that Milo had always wanted." And, on hands and toes, she pranced from the room.

Deans Perversion:

She was in terror. Her hands were bound to the headboard of the bed and her legs were 
bound, tightly, to her chest. She could get little air and could not scream. She was nearly 
delirious with fright and lack of oxygen as his hand was locked continuously around her 
throat, allowing her just enough oxygen to remain conscious.

Despite her fear, her sex was wet and engorged. Every orgasm that had passed her body 
was accompanied by terror and confusion. And when he pulled his cock from her sex and 
plunged it into her ass she lost her sight.

When, finally, her sight returned he was over her, thrusting his cock into her mouth. 
Automatically, she sucked his cock. She was keenly aware of the taste of her ass and sex.
Her senses became suddenly aware of the musky odor of her own ass, mingled with the 
musky odor of her sex and sweat.

Then, abruptly, he mouth was filled with his semen. She tasted it more fully that she 
could ever recall. The force of his ejaculate was almost overpowering as it hit the back of 
her throat. Her mouth filled to overflowing, she swallowed. It seemed that she could not 
swallow fast enough as his cum spilled from her mouth.

Finally, it was over. Spent, he rolled from her body. She lay gasping for breath, 
whimpering, as he fumbled for her plug and thrust it into her gaping ass. She barked at 
rough intrusion but made no other protest. Shortly, an exhausting sleep overcame her.


She came to look forward to Dean's rough handling of her. She felt more fully enveloped 
in her role as an animal. And somewhere, amidst the realization that she enjoyed how it 
made her feel, she realized how much she felt the need to be humiliated. And with that, 
she gave up on her occasional thoughts of being away from this life.

Over the weeks, as Lindy became more accustomed to her rough handling, Dean began 
finding that he was losing interest in, what he thought of, as dull role-playing. Dean had 
always had a tendency toward more sadistic and perverse causes. And so, he decided that 
his promise to take care of her did not eliminate the fulfilling of his own wants.

Lindy was introduced to Mark on the day he brought over Buddy. Mark had eyed Lindy 
quite lasciviously. He had even made an offer to Dean to purchase her from him right in 
front of her. Dean merely thanked him for the offer and declined.

Later that evening, Dean began binding Lindy to a heavy, leather padded bench. Pulling 
her arms to her side he pushed her knees to her chest and spread them slightly. Then after 
securing her legs with a leather strap he pulled her ankles down and attached two cables 
to the cuffs that encircled them so that her legs were completely straight. He looked down 
at her approvingly. "I do like how your calves frame your face, Lindy." He told her.

Sitting down on the floor beside her, at the foot of the bench, he began to stroke her sex. 
She reacted instantly. As he stroked her he began telling her the story of his friendship 
with Mark. She listened intently, amazed by it. She neared climax several times, only to 
have him stop stroking her before she could. Finally, he stood up and called out a name.

She heard Buddy pad into the room. It was then that she realized that the stories of Dean 
and Mark were not mere tales. They were true.

Frantically, she tried to raise her head and look about. However, her position prevented 
her from seeing anything but her calves. The only vision of Buddy that she had was in her 
own head.

Dean sat down and began stroking her sex again. Despite her fear she reacted instantly. 
Dean began to tell her a story. This story involved a pretty, sandy blonde girl with pert 
breasts and a large ass who was getting fucked by a large golden retriever.

She neared climax and he stopped rubbing her only to resume once again when her 
moment had passed. She remembered back to that day, so long ago, when Milo had 
tortured her in similar fashion. That was the night she became a dog for him.

For long and long he tortured her, telling her to beg for the dog. She thrashed as much as 
she was able. She howled and moaned and fought. She did not want to give in to this. 
Acting like a dog was humiliation enough, but to fuck one was out of the question. She 
could not- would not do it.

Release:

She tried to resist her carnal needs. But, finally, she could not, bursting out the words she 
promised never to utter. "Please let me fuck the dog." She whimpered. He made her beg 
him, over and over. And, though her mind revolted at the thought of fucking the dog she 
continued begging to fuck the dog. And, finally, she did.

The first time the dog fucked her was painful and hard. The dog jumped up on top her 
and grasped her body with his large paws. His cock lunged at her with no seeming target. 
Then, finally, he hit his mark. She whimpered with the intrusion as the dogs cock poked 
into her ass. And as she lost herself in the humiliation she climaxed.

She never knew how long the dog fucked her for, only that he had fucked her and that she 
climaxed time and again.

When at last the dog had finished his coupling with her she was released from her bonds. 
Some minutes later she found herself on all fours with the dog sniffing and licking her 
sex and ass. Instantly she reacted excitedly. The dog mounted her and found his mark 
instantly, filling her sex with his excitement. And she climaxed.

When she awoke the next morning she was filled with shame. She had fucked Buddy 
numerous times last night. She was grateful that Dean had seen fit to put something over 
Buddy's paws so that the dog's paws did not scratch her. Otherwise she was very 
ashamed. "I am a dog fucker," she thought to herself. She thought, somehow, fitting.

She wondered how often she would be made to fuck the dog, for she knew that last night 
was not a one time occurrence. But, how often would she be so reduced and humiliated?

She gazed outside to see Dean playing with a large golden retriever. She had not noticed 
until now what breed the dog was.

"Buddy, my lover." She thought. "I am a dog fucker."

She turned from the window as Dean brought Buddy inside. Immediately after Dean 
slipped what looked like sox over Buddy's forelegs the dog made a beeline for her and 
began licking her sex.

As she pushed him away, Dean reprimanded her. "Never, ever do that", he said.

Lindy dropped her head in acceptance and let the dog to resume licking her. Almost 
immediately she found herself moaning with excitement. And when, finally, the dog 
mounted her and slid his cock in her sex she climaxed.

Her Life:

The future found Lindy fucking the dog regularly. More often than not Dean would make 
her guide the dog into her asshole and suffer the rough assault. He preferred that since the 
dogs rough intrusion always caused her pain.

Often, when Dean would arrive home after work, he would find Lindy and Buddy 
coupled. And though she had initially tried to resist the dog while Dean was not in the 
house, she found it nearly impossible.

Often, in the midst of her housework the dog would approach her from behind and paw at 
her leg. When she didn't comply with his wants he would leap up on her and try to push 
her down. Eventually, the dog always won out, pushing her tiny form to the ground. 
Then, he was quick to mount her and thrust himself into her always-receptive sex.

Eventually, she gave up on having any control over her sexual relationship with the dog.
And when the dog would make clear his wants she would immediately take a position on 
all fours and let the dog fuck her at will.

One day, as Dean was fucking Lindy from behind, the dog entered the room and tried 
mounting her from the wrong end. Instantly, at the thought of her sucking the dog's cock, 
he came.

Immediately, upon withdrawal he forced her to lie on his bench with her head hanging 
over the edge. The dog needed little coaxing to mount her. Understanding, and defeated, 
at what was expected of her she opened her mouth to receive his cock. Crying, she guided 
his cock into her open mouth. She found it necessary to use her hands to keep the dog 
from choking her. Soon, her mouth was filled with the dog's ejaculate. She swallowed, as 
she knew she was expected to do.

From that day forth, Dean told her she was the exclusive property of the dog and he never 
fucked her again, finding more enjoyment in his voyeurism. Often, he would retire to a 
corner and masturbate while he watched her fuck or suck the dog.

Epilogue:

From time to time she would remember back to her happiest times, with Milo, before he 
had gotten sick. He had always told her that he wanted her to be his bitch. She knew that 
her current situation was far from his intentions. Still, she thought, he would have been 
proud at how malleable she was and how she could come to enjoy most any sexual 
activity, even if it were with an animal.

As for Dean, she loved him, though he was less and less a part of her life. He took good 
care of her, making certain that all of her needs were met. But, rather than live his life as 
her master and owner he had faded into a corner of her mind as he had the house; Often, 
she wondered what it was that drove him into a corner to watch her and the dog, 
masturbating frantically when he could have had her, instead.

And so, she lived her life, lover and slave to her owner's dog. She never regretted it, 
though it did was often annoying having no say so in when the dog took her. Still, she 
loved the dog and she enjoyed the way it felt when he mounted her and pushed its knot 
into her sex or ass.

Eventually, as all things do, her life changed. Dean became sickly, his body wracked with 
the same debilitating cancer that Milo had been afflicted with. And when he finally passed, 
she was with him, holding him in her arms in the company of his doctor.

She was now 42 years old and still a beautiful woman and the inheritor of several million 
dollars and a large estate. And, while she had little idea how to live alone or run her new 
estate, she was fortunate enough to find the companionship of one of Dean's accountants.

He was well informed about her and Dean's life. And, after being initially put off by her 
odd behavior and the knowledge of what she was and how she lived, he soon became 
enamored of her. And after a whirlwind romance the two were married and took up life in 
her large home.

They lived a long and happy life

