What follows is a story. A fantasy and has no basis in reality what so ever.

I was beginning to panic. I had just come around and the reality of my circumstances was beginning to dawn on me.  My hands where bound behind my back and I had a hood over my head. I could barely feel my fingers, so I figured I had been unconscious for a number of hours. I was in a vehicle, I couldn’t be sure but the road we were on was rough and my head was sore from hitting the floor.  I tried to move around but the space I was in was small. Like the trunk of a car.

What seems like a hours later, my wrists sore from struggling, the car stops and I can hear the crush of footsteps on gravel. More than two people I think. The lid of the trunk opens and hands grab me and pull me out. My legs are like jelly and I can’t stand unaided. But is seems they want to move me and I am dragged away by two people, I assume men from their strength.

They cut the binding from my wrists and I can’t believe the pain I feel as the blood rushes back into my hands. So far not a word has been said, and the hood is still over my head so I have no idea of my surroundings. My hands are not left un-bound for long. What feels like some sort of leather cuffs are put on my wrists and suddenly I am hoisted to my feet, and then off my feet. I hang swinging in the air, whimpering. At this point I am so terrified I cannot think straight. 

They are taking off my shoes, and clothes. No, they are cutting away my clothes! Cutting them right off; briefs, socks everything and soon I am naked with only the hood still covering any part of me. My cock and balls have shrivelled up and I become aware of how cold I feel.

‘Cage it’. The first two words I hear. A warm hand grabs my cock and balls. I feel something being fastened around the base of my cock, and then something else being fitted over the shaft. I know what this is. I have had submissive fantasies for as long as I can remember and am well read on male chastity devices. My cock begins to swell, but too late, I can feel it tighten down on my ball sack, squeezing my balls uncomfortably.

‘He likes it’ says a voice close to me. This one sounds male. The first voice was female, I am sure. Then a third melodic, but definitely male voice says ‘of course he does. I do my homework’.

‘Put in his training tail’ says the female voice. I feel a hand spin me around and I start to struggle. This causes me to swing more, but two hands steady me and the first voice says ‘Stop moving or you will regret it. Just do as you are told pig’. I stop moving. I feel two more hands part my ass cheeks and a cold substance is rubbed around my asshole. I know what is coming and my cock tries to swell in its confinement. I never thought a restricted erection would be so painful. Whimpering now, I feel a finger slide up my ass twists around a little and then withdraws. Then what feels like a massive intruder is pressed against my tight little asshole. I instinctively clench my buttocks against this invader. ‘Relax them’ says the female voice. ‘Now’. I try to relax them and abruptly the object is forced in, past my sphincter and then my ass hungrily swallows the rest. It feels huge in my virgin asshole. Well I’ve fingered myself during masturbation, but this thing feels massive.

I have never felt this sort of violation before. My asshole is on fire and my buttocks are clenched up around the plug as if they could shit it out, but to no avail. Then it begins to swell! I can hear someone pumping it and with each pump the plug in my asshole grows and grows. I start to beg. ‘Please, please stop! It is too big already. Please!! Please!!!!.  I hear a laugh. ‘ok’ says the female voice. Just 3 more pumps and I will stop. ‘Count them’. I hear a pump and the pain in my ass grows. ‘one’ I whimper. And again ‘two’ I cry, tears streaming down my face now. And again, I scream ‘three’ sure now that something has given away in my tortured bum hole.

‘That’ll do to start with with, you have a hungry asshole pig. But when I’m done with you, you will be able to pick up a traffic cone with it’. The female voice again. How can this woman be so cruel? I think. ‘What was that? I don’t hear a thank you!!’ I mumble ‘thanks’ and suddenly a hand twists my chastity cage around causing me to gap. ‘Thank you Mistress!’ I repeat what she says and she releases my testicles. ‘Leave him for now’ she says and they leave closing some sort of door behind them.

I begin to wish that they had removed my hood. I don’t know where I am, but I can hear movement around me. ‘This place smells’ I think. ‘Smells of animals. Am I in a barn?’

Something licks my leg. I scream and kick out, connect with something and then I hear a low growling noise. Now I freeze. It’s a dog, and an unfriendly one by the sounds of it. Afraid to move so I just hang limp. Like a dead man. The growling stops, and the licking starts again. Just my feet and calves. I hope, pray, it can’t reach my man hood. As soon as I think of this my cock begins to swell against its confinement again. I am aware of the massive intruder in my anal passage and I have a dog sniffing around at me. I can’t believe this is turning me on so much. Not being able to have an erection feels like a long slow kick in the balls and I try to draw my legs up to fight the pain in my groin. But the dog growls again when I move, so I hang there, in agony from waist down while the dog sniffs and licks me.

After some time like this the dog loses interest and leaves. The pain in my ass and cock ease a little and I begin to consider my situation. Everything is foggy in my mind and I wonder what sort of drugs I have been given. I know I should be freaking out right now but I feel strangely numb. They must have given me something while I was out I, think. My arms are beginning to cramp now, my whole weight hanging on them for I don’t know how long. Feels like hours, but I have lost track of time. My mind wanders; I worry about what is in store for me. These people could kill me and nobody would ever know what happened. I decide to try and please them, to do whatever they ask and hope for the best.

I hear the door open, and the dog running to whoever entered. ‘Your arms must be sore’ it is one of the men from earlier. I nod and clear my throat. ‘Yes Sir, very’ I say. ‘I’m going to let you down’ he says. ‘When I do, just lie on the ground and move your arms down slowly, it will hurt your muscles if you move them too quickly. I feel myself being lowered and I slowly drop to my feet, then knees and over on my side. He is right about my arms, they are cramped and I can hardly move them. ‘Take your time’ he says and the hood is pulled off my head. My eyes can’t adjust to the sudden light and I have no choice but to close them. He pats me on the head. This little gesture of kindness makes my heart leap and I suddenly want to do whatever I can to please this man. I realise this is madness, that I have been kidnapped and tortured but I can’t help it.

My eyes slowly adjust and I look up at my captor. He is a normal looking guy. Dressed in jeans and a shirt, casual looking; I would have walked by him on the street without a glance. I look around and realise I was right earlier. I am in a barn of some sorts. Lots of farm equipment, animal tackle and bags of feed seem to be kept in it. I look up and see the winch that had been used to suspend me. A complex system of pulleys adorn the beams around the barn. I have a fair idea what they are used for now!!

 
He reaches down and smiles at me, squeezes something and the pain in my asshole doubles. I whimper and he grins. ‘Sorry, but Mistresses instructions’. I realise the pump for my buttplug is still hanging between my legs. ‘You had better get used to it, she wasn’t joking earlier’. He grins again. ‘How’s the arms, are you ok to crawl?’ he asks. ‘I think so Sir’ I reply. He fastens and collar around my neck. It is tight and rather uncomfortable. ‘Come on’ he says. ‘I am to walk you and make sure you do your toilet and then show you to your quarters’. He opens a cabinet while he is talking. Removes a padlock and some sort of remote control and locks the collar around my neck.

‘I am your Alpha’ the man says. ‘You are not required to speak, but if you must, you may call me master. So say quiet unless I ask you a direct question’. I say nothing in response hoping that I am being quick on the uptake. ‘That collar around your neck is a modified shock collar. It’s used for training dogs to stay away from sheep normally’ he grins. ‘Normally. But this is not a normal place. You are no longer human, little pig. You are a slave, lower than a beast, property as of now, so get used to it. If you do anything at all you are not told to do, you get a belt of juice, understand?’. I nod. ‘Yes Master’ and every muscle in my body jolts and contracts and I am left gasping and curled up on the ground. ‘That’s level 3, you just got. It goes up to 10. I said not to talk unless you absolutely must. A nod would have sufficed’. ‘Come on, crawl’ he commands and walks to the door, opening it.

I crawl along behind him, the plug in my butt feeling so large and tight. My cock begins to harden in the cage again, but of course can’t. This causes the kicked in the balls feeling to start up again. I begin to moan a little. I feel humiliated. But not as much as I am about to! Master A, as I have started thinking of him in my head, stops and waits for me to catch up. He nods his head towards the bush. ‘Go on, you need a piss or a shit now is your chance’. He fiddles with the plug in my asshole and the air whistles out. I can almost taste relief as he pulls it out in one smooth motion. Suddenly I have the over whelming feeling to evacuate my bowels and I crawl over to the bush as fast as I can. ‘Like an animal’ he instructs. I nod and crouch down and empty myself, my cheeks burning with shame. The cage around my cock seems to have been designed with urination in mind and I can piss quite freely.

Master A in the meantime just watches me dispassionately and taps his foot. I finish and get back on all fours and crawl back towards him. ‘Gotta hose you down, smelly pig, come’ and he walk over behind one of the large sheds. It is only now I notice the large foreboding looking house. I had had my back to it all this time. ‘So this is my new home I think’ and then frown. ‘My new home!’; why did I think that. I have to escape! I can’t live like this.

When we reach the back of the shed I am told to stand and bend over, part my buttocks and hold the position. Master A returned with a garden hose and proceeds to hose me down. My asshole is so stretched that the water seems to shoot right up inside me. This goes on for a couple of minutes and then Master A throws me a bar of soap. ‘Go on’. I clean myself and then he hoses me down again. When he is satisfied he looks me over and says ‘that’ll do, don’t move’. My plug is reinserted and he pumps it back up to its original size. I moan. My ass is stretching I think, it is not as painful as before. He unscrews the pump and then screws on what looks like a tail.  I feel strangely proud. Again I can’t explain this. ‘Come on pig, time for your cage, busy day tomorrow’ he smiles at me and walks over to a different door in the stable. I follow him through it. 

My cage is very small and very study. There is a hole in the front large enough for me to put my head through but otherwise the bars are about 2 inches apart all the way around. I am instructed to kneel in front of it. ‘I need my cock sucked, slut’ Master A says and he fastens cuffs on my wrists securing my arms behind me. He opens his fly and a large circumcised cock  flops out in front of my face. It is a good deal larger than mine I think and I look up at him. ‘Get on with it, suck like your life depends on it’ he says. ‘Since it actually does’. I have never sucked a man’s cock before. I have always considered myself straight, while I have had the odd fantasy about been taken by a man.

I lick it, muzzle it a little, like I know I like done to me. His shaft hardens against my face and I take it in my mouth. Slowly I move my head back and forward, using my tongue and mouth to arouse him. My own cock is trying to harden in its cage unsuccessfully.  The dull pain in my loins becoming an issue again. He grabs my hair and holds my head in place and starts to fuck my face. Each thrust going a little deeper, my gag reflex starts to react and I begin to splutter. This just seems to make his cock even harder and he fucks my face harder and harder. I can’t breathe. ‘Here is your dinner slut’ he says. ‘Better swallow the lot’ and he shoves his rigid cock right down the back of my throat and spurts again and again. I am choking as he pulls out. ‘Not bad’ he grins as I swallow his load and gasp for air. ‘We will fix that gag reflex and soon you will be able to suck a horses cock’ he starts to laugh.

He opens a cabinet with a varity of strange looking sex toys and other items whose use I can only guess at. He removes a small harness. ‘This will help with that reflex’ he says and starts to fasten it around my head. He slides a long cock shaped plastic wedge into my mouth and adjusts it length so as it is just touching the back of my throat and then fastens the whole thing and tightens the straps. He then plugs the pump he used on my butt plug to it and starts to pump. The gag starts to expand in my mouth. All I can do is open my eyes in alarm and look pleadingly at my Master as it fills my mouth. Just when I think I can take no more he stops, grins and then instructs me to back into the cage. This is rather difficult with my hands fastened behind me, but I manage it and he locks the doors shut. ‘Sleep well’ he says and leaves me, plugged massively at both ends and helpless.

I don’t remember falling asleep, and for a brief moment when I wake I think that it was all a dream. But the pressure in my mouth and ass are still there and my hands are still bound behind my back. It is very difficult to move, the cage I am being held in is only about 3 ft high so all I can do is crouch or lie on my side. It is morning, I can hear the birds outside, everything sounds so normal, but in reality everything is about as far from normal as it can get! I think about being dragged around on all fours and treated like an animal. My cock twitches in its confinement. I am always horny in the morning. Why are they doing this to me? Why was I chosen, I’m just a normal guy. Well, I have submissive fantasies on a regular basis, but how could anyone have known about that? My thoughts are disturbed by a noise outside.

Master A opens the door and enters. ‘It is a lovely morning pig’ he says and walks over to a bench. His back is too me and I can’t see what he is doing. ‘The Mistress is coming to see you, so be on your best behaviour, your position in the household will depend on the next few days and how you perform. But frankly, I think you will be starting at the bottom’ he chuckles to himself. ‘You are not a bad looking pig, but you lack training for household duties. I am guessing stables, or kennel for you if you are lucky, most likely you will be with the pigs though’.

The door opens again. A woman enters and walks over to my cage and looks down at me. She is not very tall, but well proportioned. She is dark haired and brown eyed with beautiful tanned skin. She looks oriental but when she speaks her English is perfect, I can’t place her accent. ‘Eyes down pig’ she commands and I immediately look at the floor. She is wearing black riding boots. They have been polished up to a gleam and I can see my reflection distorted in them. ‘I want him hairless’ she says and Master A responds ‘Yes Mistress, will I fetch 3?’. ‘Yes’ she replies ‘but instruct her to leave his eyebrows and enough hair on his head to hold on too’. ‘Very good Mistress’ Master A responds. ‘Also, he needs to lose some weight, about 6 pounds. Put him on a diet and exercise him every morning. I will inspect your progress in a week. Don’t fail me.’ Master A drops to his knees and replies ‘Your will Mistress’. I watch her boots turn and leave.

‘6 pounds in a week’ Master A mutters to himself. ‘You have got your work cut out for you pig. He walks over to my cage and places a bowl of water and a bowl of food on the ground in front of it. The food looks like dog food, but I am ravenous and my mouth start to water around the inflatable gag. ‘Put your head through the hole’. I comply and he releases the valve on my gag and removes the harness from my head. ‘Enjoy your breakfast, 3 will be along shortly’ he says and leaves.

Eating out of a bowl with your hands bound behind you is not easy I discover. The food in the bowl wasn’t dog food, but I am not sure exactly what it was. Whatever it was, there wasn’t enough of it.  I soon clear the small bowl and I am drinking the water when the door opens again. I look up from my bowl to see a petite woman in a maid’s uniform looking down at me. She almost looks sympathetic. She is Caucasian and stunning, with large breasts and a tiny waist. Long brown hair and blue eyes. Her skirt is cut radically short and she is wearing suspenders holding up immaculate white tights. My eyes follow up her legs to the inevitable and I gasp. She is not a she! She has no panties on and her cock is soft and pierced with a golden ring. ‘Eh!’ I stutter. ‘Silence’ she replies. ‘For your own good, you have to learn not to make a sound unless told too’. I nod and submissively look at the ground. ‘Good boy’ she says. ‘You might make it here; you seem to have the right attitude’. She picks up the remote to my shock collar and unlocks my cage and then my wrists. ‘Please don’t make me use this’ she says. I nod again. ‘Come on, follow me on all fours’ I crawl behind her out into the yard and she is heading towards the shed I remember from the previous night. ‘I’ve been told to shave and wax you’ she tells me. I follow her inside. She attaches the cuffs on my wrists to one of the hooks and winches my arms above my head. ‘Spread your legs please’. I comply and she attached ankle cuffs and a spreader bar, adjusting it so my legs are spread wide but not uncomfortably.

She starts to gather up what she needs for her task and while she does she chats to me. This whole situation is totally unreal. She seems unfazed, as if she is chatting to one of her girlfriends on the phone. ‘My name is 3. I serve Mistress in the household’ she informs me. ‘I arrived here the same way you did, I don’t really remember how long ago. It must be 2 or 3 years at least. I was a man when I arrived. But Mistress doesn’t like men so much’. She stops and eyes me critically. ‘You are a bit too big to move to the household, shoulders are too broad. I wonder why you were chosen.’ She is echoing my thoughts exactly, that and ‘are they going to give me breasts!’

‘I need to remove your cage and plug to shave you’ she informs me. As soon as it is freed my cock swells up and my erection is almost painful. ‘Hum’ she muses. ‘Getting that back on could be tricky’ and she grins up at me. All the while she shaves me and waxes my balls and ass she chats happily about her life with her mistress and how happy she is and about how her mistress is deciding if she should complete her transformation. I can only assume she means a complete sex change. Some of the things she tells me don’t make any sense and others just scare me witless. From what I can fathom, she is slave 3 of 3 who serves the mistress in her private quarters. There is also a kitchen alpha slave, a butler and a yard alpha slave. Apparently Master A is the yard alpha. He commands everything that happens outside the house, the stable, the kennels, and pig sty and answers only to mistress.

When 3 is finished she uses a wet cloth to clean me off and stands back to inspect her work. My erection is massive, unlike anything I have experienced before. My cock is throbbing and pre-cum is oozing from it. 3 walks around behind me and I can feel her inserting my plug again. It slides in with ease and she pumps it back up until I start to whimper. ‘Now’ she says ‘I think I will need to take that starch out of that cock of yours’ she smiles and tickles the bottom off my ball sack. 3 kneels before me and takes my cock into her mouth. It is warm and feels divine. Slowly she takes it all in, until her lips are pressed up against the root of my cock and my shaft is halfway down her throat. She moves her head back and forth, using her throat muscle to massage me. I have never been sucked off like this before. It is mind blowing. My orgasm makes me feel faint and I spurt again and again down her throat. She takes it all and withdraws. ‘There’ she says, and clips my cage back in place around my balls and cock. ‘Easy’.

3 leaves me then and shuts the door behind her. I take this opportunity to examine her work. I’m clean shaven like never before. Not a hair on my entire body. My arms, legs, chest, ass and pubes all totally removed. She even shaved my face. I feel horribly exposed and I can feel the air moving around my caged cock. I wish I could see myself in a mirror. I hang there for what feels like an hour or more before the door opens and a man enters. I glance at him and then avert my gaze and look at the floor. He seems familiar to me but I can’t for the life of me place him. When he speaks his voice is deep and melodic and also familiar.

‘Do you remember me?’ he says. I look up at him again and reply ‘I am not sure Sir, you look familiar’. He smiles. ‘Good, it is working. I am going to count to three and when I do you will be totally relaxed, in your suggestive state and conscious’.  Slowly he counts to three and I feel myself relax and my mind clears of all thoughts. ‘Do you remember me now?’ he says.

‘Yes Sir, you are the hypnotist’ I reply.

‘Good. Now we discussed your new life before, but the Mistress has made some changes. You are lucky and the position has been filled in the sty. One of your fellow slaves has been demoted. You are no longer a pig but a dog. Do you understand?’

‘I understand Sir’

‘You desire to become a dog, you are attracted sexually to dogs and you wish you were born a dog, do you understand?’

‘I understand Sir’

‘You are a bitch dog, you will get, or try to get an erection anytime a dog comes close to you. These feelings will confuse you, but you will submit to them and not question them too much.’

‘Yes Sir’

‘As before, the Mistress and her alpha slaves are to be obeyed at all times and your sole desire is to please them. You will not think about your past, you will just focus on pleasing you betters, and your betters are everyone. If the Mistress has guests, they are you betters. The Mistresses hound is your better and the Mistresses horse is your better. Do you understand?’

‘Yes Sir’

‘Ok, I will count to three and when I do, you will not remember this conversation. You will not remember who I am but you will follow all instructions that you have been given to the letter. They are in your subconscious now. One, Two, Three’.

I look at the man and he seems familiar, but for the life of me I can’t place him. He says nothing but turns and walks out closing the door behind him.

Time passes slowly, bound like this. I listen hard for movement outside and when the door finally opens and Mistress enters I am relieved. My arms are sore and my legs are beginning to hurt. ‘Hello pup’ she greets me. I avert my gaze and stare at the ground, look at her immaculate boots. ‘Well, todays is your lucky day pup, you are from this point forwards my kennel boy. Your new home is being made ready for you as we speak. I want you to meet your ca-nine alpha Max’. She whistles. Ca-nine alpha I think, does she want me to submit to a fucking dog!?

A large german shepard bounds in through the door, tail wagging and nuzzles mistresses hand. I suddenly picture myself on all fours with this animal mounting me from behind and my cock tries to harden within its cage. What the hell am I thinking! Precum starts to ooze from the end of my cock cage and my face reddens with shame and horror. ‘I can see you like him’ Mistress laughs. She removes my spreader bar and lowers the winch, so she can unclip my cuffs from it. ‘Down boy’ she says to me and I drop down on all fours.

Max walks around me and sniffs at my face and ass. Then I feel his rough tongue licking at my cage, licking my precum and my ball sack. I squirm with pleasure and disgust. ‘Well Max, what do you think of your new bitch?’ Mistress scratches the dog’s head. I can’t believe my reactions to this dogs attentions. I really am a dirty fucking slut. I whimper. Mistress laughs at me and says ‘well, well, you were born to be a bitch boy weren’t you?’. ‘Yes Mistress’ I groan, my face flushed with embarrassment.  ‘Good boy’ she replies and pats my head. I shake my ass in response but I have no tail to wag. She notices this and smiles. ‘Let me fix that’. She takes the pump and inflates my butt plug even larger again. My ass stretches to accommodate it and the pain now is mingled with pleasure. She unscrews the pump and produces a mock dogs tail which is attaches to my plug instead. ‘Try now’ she instructs me and I shake my ass for her. The tail wags back and forth and I feel strangely proud of it. ‘Good dog’. She is pleased, and I wag my tail again in response. ‘Heel’ she instructs me and I follow her on all fours out of the shed. Max follows close behind sniffing at my ass and cock.

Master A walked over to meet us, and smirked down at me. ‘It is ready Mistress, any further instructions?’ ‘Yes’ she replies. ‘I want you to make sure this one is ready for my party this weekend’. ‘He will be displayed for use I think.’ Master A bows. ‘Your will.’ And then looks down at me. ‘Heel’ he says.

As Mistress leaves I can’t help but gaze at her beautiful ass. I am so horny. Max is still sniffing at my buttplug and licking my balls. Master A notices the direction of my gaze and cuffs me on the side of my head. ‘A dogs place is not to look at his Mistress like that’ he admonishes me. ‘You have earned your first punishment’.  He strides away and I hurry to stay close to his heels but it is difficult to keep pace with him on all fours. He leads me to a large field and stops. ‘Stand and give me twenty laps’ he instructs. ‘Your punishment will have to wait until you have completed your exercises’. I stand up and start to jog around the field, Max running along beside me. ‘Faster’ he shouts and I pick up the pace. By the time I have completed the twenty laps I am gasping for breath and exhausted. My legs are like jelly as I return to my Master. ‘Down’ he says and I drop back on all fours. ‘Heel’ and he heads back towards the barn.

While he walks he muses about how to punish me for my earlier mistake. ‘I don’t want to mark you too badly’ he tells me. ‘You are to be on display this weekend so I think I will go with the flogger’. I am led to a large tree stump at the side of the barn. It is fenced off and there are a number of dogs kennels around it, most which appear to be unoccupied. ‘This is the kennel, your new home’ Master A tells me. ‘And this is the punishment stump’ he smiles at me without a trace of humour. ‘Straddle it’.  I position myself over the tree stump and notice that there are metal D-rings fixed to the sides at regular interval all around it. Master A puts cuffs on my arms and around my thighs and pulls them tight and then clips them securely to the rings so as I am bound tightly, on all fours to the stump. My legs are spread wide and I can’t move more than a couple of inches. ‘Don’t go anywhere’ Master A laughs and walks away out of my field of vision. Meanwhile Max who has been following us all along resumes sniffing my ass and buttplug. His doggy nose is cold against my ass and I feel his rough tongue begin to lick my testicles.  My cock is still trapped within its confinement and I am helpless and horny and disgusted with myself all at the same time. I push my ass out as far as I can to give the dog full access to my cock and balls, and picture him climbing up and mounting me, fucking me harder and harder. Precum is oozing from my cock cage and Max licks at it and gets more excited. I feel his paws up on my back and realise that the dog has mounted me and is trying to fuck me. The only thing stopping him is the massive plug in my asshole. Tears fill my eyes and I am red in the face with humiliation but at the same time I have never wanted anything more in my life. I feel sick with embarrassment yet another part of my brain wishs that the plug wasn’t there and instead the dogs cock was!

‘Max!’ I heard shouted and suddenly the dog is gone. Master A returns and walks around and looks down at me. ‘Wow, you really are a dirty fucker’ he observes. ‘There is a puddle of cum on the ground. You will make a great bitch for Max. Mistress chose well, she will be pleased’ he smirks at me and I hang my head in shame. He is holding a long leather flogger at his side. ‘Punishment time!’ he says and walks around behind me back out of my field of vision.

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I have never been flogged. When the beating starts I think 'Okay, I can handle this'. I keep expecting a hard lash, but it doesn’t seem to be happening. My ass is growing hotter and hotter.  The sound of the flogger seems to be growing louder and louder. I feel embarrassed about my position, but the embarrassment is adding to my growing arousal. The confinement of my cock grows more painful as my arousal increases. The flogging continues and now my ass is beginning to grow sore. It feels like it swelling up, like the skin is getting stretched. Soon I am whimpering, praying to myself that it will stop. I am afraid to say anything so I keep as silent as possible, which soon becomes impossible and I start to beg. ‘Please Master, I can’t take anymore!.. Please, Please’. The flogging continues and I start to cry, tears streaming from my eyes.. ‘Please, Please, Please’. I mutter, my mind is swimming and images of myself being mounted my MAX, the dog, stream through my mind, images of me, chained to a tree stump with a massive swollen ass that is stuffed with a large plug, glowing red and purple. Pain and humiliation overwhelm me and I ejaculate through my chastity device while pushing my ass backward to make it an easier target from my Master. The beating stops and I hear a chuckle. And Master A walks away and I am left alone for some time to dwell on what has just happened to me, and how I reacted to it.

It is hard to tell how long I am left this way. I have no means to judge time. But time acts funny when you have a glowing hot, sore arse with a giant plug in it. It grows darker as evening approaches and suddenly Max returns and I can hear him sniffing behind me and licking at something. Then I feel his rough tongue on my buttocks and the pain of it causes me to squeal. He continues to lick me, my ass and the exposed parts of my cock and balls, parts the chastity cage doesn’t cover. Pain and pleasure soon have me pushing my cock back for more attention and I am whimpering again when I hear Mistresses voice.

 ‘What a dirty little slut of a slavepup. It seems that you are born to the task. Well, well, I must reward my researcher.’

I freeze, face flushed, and wait for her to continue. Max continues to lick my balls.

Slowly she walks around from behind me. She is dressed exquisitely and tastefully and she is not alone. She is holding a lead and following close behind her is a dog, a man dog. He is naked and tanned. His body is lean and well-muscled. He wears a dog head shaped muzzle that covers his whole head, eyes and ears and holds his mouth open, for something. I can’t see what, but it looks inflatable. His hind legs are bound so he has to walk literally on his hands and knees, both of which have pads what look like paws. These protect his knees and also stop him from using his hands properly. His calf muscles look small from lack of use. A tail is attached to his buttplug, twin to my own. But his cock is uncaged and swollen with a large erection which sways as he follows his Mistress. When she stops in front of me, he too stops, his tail held high and alert. He shakes his rear a little to wag it from side to side.

I star at him in horror and envy. ‘He looks so much more like a dog then me!’ I think. And I am shocked to realise I am jealous!

‘I want you to understand something pup’ Mistress says to me. ‘That cage is staying on until you can control your cock as well as this dog’. She pats his head. ‘To demonstrate, he is going to fuck you for half an hour without coming’. ‘You also, may not come.’

She walks around behind me and removes my plug and leads her man-dog to me and the ordeal begins.

His cock feels much larger in my asshole then it looked. He mounts me like a dog and immediately starts to fuck me vigorously. My greedy asshole gobbles him up, but it is unused to this sort of attention and slowly the fucking becomes painful. That and his loins striking my purple and red ass repeatedly. He seems to get harder and harder whilst he fucks me. After 10 minutes of this I am a whimpering mess but he continues, like a machine. I am a ball of pain from the waist down by the time the thirty minutes have passed and Mistress pulls him off me. ‘You will learn restraint’ she tells me as she reinserts my buttplug and together they leave. I spend the night chained to the tree stump worrying and wondering. I can’t understand how my own body is betraying me, and I am beginning to think maybe I should just give into it; see where it leads. I sleep for a few hours even though I think I never will.

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When I wake it is early and I am still very sore. My ass still hurts like hell and I worry about what the day holds in store for me. I decide that I must do whatever is in my power to avoid another punishment. I must please my betters and be a good dog. If I am good then they will not hurt me so much.

When Master A arrives I keep my eyes on his boots and wait quietly while he unlocks my chains. He orders me to heel and follow him across the yard and into a shed where he chains me to a post and removes some equipment from a rack. It appears to be the same sort of gear that Mistresses dog was wearing last night. My hands are placed inside paw-like leather mitts that stop me using my fingers and thumbs. Instead I must bunch my fist and am unable to open it once the mitt is in place. Then straps are fitted to my legs and adjusted so that leather pads protect my knees. Master A then puts his foot on my back and pulls the straps tight so as my lower leg is pulled tight to my calf muscle. This he repeats on my other leg and when he is finished I have no option but to walk on my hands and knees.

He shows me how to stand properly when idle. This is on all fours, ass and tail held high so as my tail stands straight up in the air. I must suck in my stomach muscles tight to achieve this pose and it is difficult to hold to longer periods. I am told that I must practice it at all times.

He shows me how to pose for when I must beg. This is kneeling with my front legs held up and forward. He refers to my arms as my front legs now. My hind legs are spread so my cock is vulnerable and my head is up with my eyes down.

Then he removes my chastity cage. My cock springs to attention and he orders me to return to idle pose. He tells me that if I ever come without permission the consequences will be brutal and lasting. I believe him. And I wag my tail for him in response. He smiles and pats my head in approval and I feel a rush of affection for my master and bow to nuzzle his boot with my face. He leaves then without a word and shuts to door behind him.

I am left alone and I decide to try out moving around with my new legs and find that my knees get sore quickly even with the pads protecting them. I practice my new poses for a while, trying to make sure I have them right. I still have a massive erection, my cock has been caged for some time now, and is responding to its new found freedom. I am in the begging pose when the man enters. I stare at his boots and freeze in place.

‘Good dog, stay’ he commands.

‘I will count to three and when I do you will be in your suggestive state. One, two, three.’

My mind empties and I remain still and await his commands.

‘Do you remember me?’ he asks and I nod in reply. ‘Yes Master, you are the hypnotist’.

‘Ok, good. Today we will work on your dog persona. You realise now that you are developing into a dog slave. But we want a human dog slave. This means that you must be man enough to feel the humiliation. We don’t want you turning into a mindless drone’.

‘To do this we will split your mind. Whenever you are in the presence of a superior, your dog persona will take hold. You will act as a dog would act and you will be constantly in a state of arousal.  You will not ejaculate unless told too. And you will follow any command given to you. Do you understand?’

‘Yes Master’ I reply.

‘When you are alone you will revert to your man persona. While in your man persona you will feel your usual self and will think your usual thoughts. You will still have strong feelings of loyalty to anyone who commands you, but your feelings about the acts you must perform are all your own. You will not be constantly erect in this state and can obtain and lose erections are you normally would. Do you understand?’

‘Yes Master’ I reply.

‘Good. Now all other previous instructions I have given you are still valid. You wish to be a good dog, you have a sexual response to dogs as you would for a hot human female, all dogs. You don’t know why this is happening to you, but you are ashamed of yourself. Okay?’

‘Yes Master’ I reply again.

‘Now remember, you will have no memory of me or our discussions. All instruction will remain in your subconscious and when you awake you will not recall it on a conscious level. When I count to three you will return to your conscious state. One, two, three.’

I watch the man’s boots turn and walk out of the shed. He must have taken the wrong door I think and return to my idle pose for some more practice.

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Sometime later my Master returns. I get excited when he enters the room and my cock hardens and I rush to meet him, sniffing at his shoes and wagging my tail. He smiles at me and pets me on the head. Reaching into his pocket he takes out a doggy biscuit and holds it above my head. I take this as a command to beg and assume the begging pose, knees spread and paws in front. I sniff at the biscuit and let my tongue hang from my mouth. I haven’t eaten in twenty four hour and my mouth literally waters. Master drops the treat into my mouth and I munch happily, drop back to all fours and nuzzle my Masters leg happily.

‘Come on boy’ he commands and he leaves the shed. Like yesterday I am brought to the field at the rear of the stable area and told to do my laps, this time as a proper dog. Grass is easier on my knees and hands for crawling on, but I must go as fast as I can to please Master. I am exhausted by the time I am finished. Master also lets me do my toilet, leading me to a tree where I must cock my leg to pee. This is hard since I have a full erection. But I pass a little liquid and pause to sniff at it. I am lead back to the hose area and washed down again. This takes a little longer today since all my equipment must be removed. Plug withdrawn I bend over and Master hoses me, spending a long time on my asshole and cock which is still erect and somewhat painful.

When I am fully cleaned off we go to the shed and my equipment is put back on. I am a clean doggy. When Master is finished putting my tail back in, he pauses, and takes my balls in his hand. ‘Do not move’ he says and starts to squeeze them. I whimper but do not move. He squeezes harder and harder and pulls my balls away from my body. ‘Do not move’ he repeats. It is hard to obey him, my scrotum is stretching but will not stretch as far as he wants it too. I try to stay still, the pain in my balls is horrible. It seems to move up into my guts. He continues to squeeze my balls and pull them, then release them and start squeezing them again for what feels like forever. I am crying and whimpering and making whining noises hoping to receive some respite. My cock is rigid and I feel like I need to come, but am terrified of what will happen if I do.

Master stops and turns me around. He shoves his cock down my throat and starts to fuck my face. ‘Tear streaked, I love it’ he tells me as I gag on this sudden invasion. ‘Keep looking into my eyes as you choke’ he instructs me. I gag and splutter and my eyes water and blur, but I keep looking up at him while he facefucks me. It is a horrible feeling, not being able to breath. I try to not panic and breathe through my nose, but it is difficult and finally he comes, filling my throat with his creamy sperm. I swallow it all and he withdraws. He fixes my chain to the wall and leaves me. As soon as the door closes, I curl up in a ball and start to cry.

I can’t do this anymore. I still have a massive erection but with hands in the paw gloves I cannot touch myself. Even if I could I would be too afraid to. Crying helps me let out some of the emotion that has been building up inside me and I slowly calm down. My cock also seems to relax some and the pain in my groin from being erect for so long dissipates slowly. This makes it easier for me to think and I puzzle at my own behaviour. I know that I am trying to keep Master A and the Mistress happy with me, but I seem to be assuming the role they desire with an ease that surprises me. When the Master was here I was actually thinking like a dog! What the hell is happening to me? I picture myself cocking my leg to urinate in front of the Master and my face reddens with the embarrassment. He must think I am a dirty whore. I am a dirty whore!!

I am alone for my thoughts for a long time, the only break coming when someone I pushes a bowl of water and food through the door. I had my back to it at the time and didn’t get to see who was feeding me. The only way for me to effectively eat from the bowl is as a dog would, so that is what I do. I am grateful for the food. It eases a gnawing hunger pain in my gut, I had hardly noticed it, with all my various other aches and pains. I fall asleep for a time.

I am woken by a noise. It is someone unlocking the door and opening it. It is the Mistress. I jump to my paws and assume the idle pose, eyes to the ground. My cock starts to engorge for no apparent reason and soon it is fully erect. Mistress has a chain lead with her and she clips it on to my collar. ‘Time for a walk pup’ she says and she turns and leads me out of the shed. She sets an easy pace and I hobble along beside her happily, wagging my tail and cock as I accompany her. ‘You are adapting here faster than most’ she informs me. ‘I am pleased with you’. I wag my tail frantically and make happy whiney noises. She smiles at me and pets my head. As we walk I finally get a good look at my surroundings. The yard I am being trained in is just one of three or four such yards all gated separately. As we walk past the second yard Mistress pauses, opens the gate and enters.

Master A is inside, he stands at a fenced off area with his boot on the spar of the fence. He is watching something inside. Mistress walks up to him, leading me along. They start to talk, but what they say lost on me as I am transfixed on the figure in the ‘sty’? It is a  naked woman, a young slightly overweight woman on all fours and covered in muck. It is hard to guess her age, but she looks to be in her early twenties and she is very attractive, this is also hard to tell because some sort of clip is pulling her nose upwards. It is attached to her collar and goes over her head, pulling her nose up in the gross parody of a pig. She also has a tail, a pigs tail attached to a plug which is inserted in her anus. Her buttocks are red and purple where she has been beaten. She has not noticed me yet as her head is lowered to eat out of a trough.

I hear Mistress say ‘Well?’ and Master A reply ‘it was refusing to eat, said it was too full, but I soon changed its tune’ and he nods towards the fem-pig. ‘Ten pounds, remember!’ Mistress replies. ‘Your will Mistress’ Master A replies.

 ‘Take it out and chain it to the stump, I have a little test to run’ Mistress instructs and leads me over to the stump. Master A opens the sty and calls the pig out and over to the stump. For the first time her eyes turn and see me. They widen with horror and embarrassment and immediately look away. Master A instructs the pig to straddle the stump and chains her down. ‘Now’ Mistress says. ‘Fuck it. Fuck it for fifteen minutes without coming’ she smiles. I am lead up behind and I obediently mount the fat pink pig girl and proceed to thrust into her. She is dripping and warm, even hot. I build a rhythm but it is not fast enough for Mistress and she cuffs me and commands ‘Harder!’. So I fuck her hard, harder than I have ever fucked anyone before. The pleasure soon turns to intense concentration as I focus on not coming. This is extremely difficult and I try breaking the rhythm to ease the need.

 The fifteen minutes seems like an age and when Mistress pulls me off the pig girl I have totally forgotten about her I am so focused on not coming. She is crying as I am lead back out of her yard and towards my own. Mistress is pleased with me I feel. She rewards me with a carrot that she holds above my head so that I may bite at it. When I have finished my carrot she pats me on the head and attaches my lead to the railing. ‘Stay boy’ she commands. And so I stay.

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The next few days are a blur to me. I am walked in the fields around the mansion house twice a day for exercise and sometimes Master lets me off the leash to run my laps. I am constantly hungry as I am fed only once a day. Always the same brown protein or soya based food that looks like dog food. Master has taken to rewarding me for good behaviour with a carrot or some nuts. Maybe Mistress told him that I liked carrots, or the dog biscuits were too fattening. Whatever the case, I lose weight. I can see it in myself.

 I wear my harness constantly; Master removes it to hose me after my evening walk, but it is always on otherwise. After my hosing I am led to the shed where Master pulls and squeezes my testicles while I hold position and try not to move. This is the part of the day that I dread the most. I can’t understand why he is doing it to me, no more than I can understand why my cock is constantly hard. It hurts from being erect for extended periods of time. After Master is satisfied that my balls are suitably punished I am used to service him, oral and anal. I prefer anal as oral is taking me time to master. The anal hurts and leaves the feeling of being violated, but I seem to be a slow learner when it comes to oral, I can’t seem to comfortably slide Masters cock down my throat without gagging and spluttering. He seems to enjoy this.

He also has a dildo which is marked down the side in inches, just like a ruler. It is 15 inches long, flexible and is fixed to the wall of the shed. Each evening, after I have serviced Master I am lead to this dildo and ordered to force it down my throat as far as I can and to hold it there for as long as I can. Master then notes the results of my efforts in a little notebook that he keeps with him. I am told I must better my previous record every evening or be punished. I slowly improve.

At irregular intervals I am brought to the adjacent yard and ordered to fuck the pig girl. Each time this happens the duration of the fucking is increased at Mistress’ instruction. This is truly difficult, and several times I nearly come inside her. The only way to avoid coming is to freeze until the moment passes. When I have to do this Mistress will slap my face or hit me with whatever happens to be in her hand and order me to continue. But it works and I manage to refrain from ejaculating.

Each night I am chained in my kennel on a short leash. I have grown used to my harness and plugs and am able to sleep despite the discomfort and the hunger pangs. However I must share my kennel with Max and he is in no doubt about who is boss; so my sleep is often disturbed by him. I will awake to him sniffing and licking my cock or butt plug. If I try to cover myself or move away he will glare at me and growl a low menacing rumble until I submit and display myself for his attentions. Eventually he will mount me and rub his erect doggie cock against my behind until he comes on me. I worry about the night I am left alone with him without my tail inserted.

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On the fifth or maybe sixth day of my new life I awake at the usual sound of Master opening the kennel gate. I am lead to one of the stable sheds. It is the one with the small cage where I spent the first night. I am ordered into the cage and Master places my bowls in front where I can access them. One is filled with a generous amount of the brown food and the second water. ‘Don’t eat it all now’ he advises me. ‘You could be here for the day.’ And he departs.

I eat half of the food immediately and drink some of the water. Then I try to make myself as comfortable as possible and I doze for a little while, slowly in and out of a light sleep. I awaken to an unusual commotion outside. I have grown accustomed to the noises that surround the mansion house. Something different is happening. There is a lot of banging and hammering and the low mumble of voices. I wonder what is going on outside of my little cage. The day slowly wears on. The noise outside slowly abates as evening arrives and finally I hear engines starting and vehicles departing. I finish the rest of my food and water and clench and unclench my muscles to avoid cramping.

It is getting dark and I am getting worried. For the last half hour or so I have desperately needed to pee and a feeling of fullness in my bowels is a warning that I will soon need to do my toilet. Not a pleasant prospect locked in a small three foot high cage with an inflatable plug in your anus. I try not to think about it and instead wonder about the day’s activities outside.

By the time the door opens and Master enters I am frantic. He takes one look at me and laughs. ‘Well, well. Someone needs a toilet run. There better not be a mess in that cage or you will be cleaning it with your tongue!’ He opens my cage and I shuffle out thankfully. While he inspects the inside I assume the idle pose. Once again, despite my desperate need to urinate, my cock rises to attention. I look down at it and wonder if it is getting bigger. Maybe it just looks like that because it is now hairless. Master attaches my lead and walks me out and down to the fields. It feels wonderful to stretch my legs again. I want to run to the nearest bush and do my business so great is my need, but I follow Master and await his command. It is impossible for me to relieve myself without his assistance in any case. The path we follow this evening is different and leads around to the front of the mansions grounds. I have never seen this area before.

As we round a corner we nearly collide with a young couple who are walking the same path, arm in arm. They stop in surprise and the man exclaims ‘Why Henry, what have we here?’ They are dressed in evening wear, as if on the way to an expensive dinner party. They both stare down at me. The ladies eyes widen and stray down to my cock which is in is usual angry red state of engorgement. My whole body feels like it is flushing with embarrassment and I wag my tail half-heartedly. Master replies ‘My Lord and Lady McAlastair, please forgive me, I am just taking this dog out for a walk so he can do his business before I lock him up for the night’. ‘Excellent, a sneak preview’ the man chuckles. ‘Don’t worry, I won’t inform your Mistress of your indiscretion Henry.’ As he talks I can feel their eyes examining my body. ‘Beg’ instructs the man. I assume the begging pose and he leans over to his wife and whispers something to her. She giggles and whispers something back. ‘You mentioned he needs to do his toilet’ the man says. ‘Well don’t let us get in the way’, he smiles at me. Master nods and reaches down. In one smooth motion he releases the pressure on my plug and withdraws it from my anal passage. The motion causes my full bowel to erupt and I manage to scamper about five feet away towards the bush before I am overcome and I void my bowel on the grass right in front of them. The shame and humiliation is over whelming. I feel nauseous and hang my head while I finish. Urinating seems to take forever with the three of them watching me. When I am finished I slowly and shamefully make my way back over and Master reattaches my lead. ‘Goodnight M’Lord, Lady’ he tips his lock and leads my back to the kennels.

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The humiliation of the episode out on the lawn changes me. I feel like I have changed from a real person into an ‘it’, a thing. When that couple looked at me, they saw an animal, a slavedog; not a person. But instead of feeling outraged, I feel comforted. Like I passed some test. A person would never shit on the lawn! A real person.

I pad along behind my Master, tongue lolling, tail wagging and totally without a human thought in my head. After my hosing we proceed to the shed and once again I am told to hold still with my testicles exposed. I do so immediately. Master takes my balls in his hand and squeezes them, pulling them back. I manage to hold the position for him. I plan to make him proud of me tonight. As he continues I manage to keep my stance for all but the most painful and prolonged squeeze right at the end.

Master grants me a prolonged oral reward. With my arms cuffed behind me I am told to kneel. He opens his jeans and withdraws his cock and testicles. It is flaccid. Master has a lovely cock. Clean shaven like mine, but circumcised. It still has some girth to it even when limp. ‘Suck it. Slow and long. I’ll be surprised if you get a reaction as I am spent from earlier.’ He smiles. ‘But I am tired and having my cock sucked relaxes me.’ He sits down and relaxes back into the chair in front of me. For the next forty minutes or so Masters cock is my whole world. I worship it. After about thirty five of the mentioned forty minutes past, at a point where I have his limp cock and testicles all in my mouth and I am tickling the bottom of this scrotum with my tongue, I feel it begin to harden. ‘Keep the whole lot in your mouth as long as you can’ I am instructed. Masters penis unfurls like a snake in my mouth, trying to straighten out. I don’t have a chance. It pops out and Master laughs and grabs my hair uses my mouth at his own pace. Tonight I find it a lot easier to control my gag reflex and Master seems pleased. My measurements on the wall dildo went more smoothly as well. It was a great night all round.

I am only disturbed once during the night by Max. I know what he wants and half asleep I raise my ass up for his sniffing muzzle. His tongue probes around the edges of my buttplug and his attentions cause my cock to swell in response. I feel him withdraw and then his paws on my back as he mounts me. I imagine this scene from the point of a spectator and my cheeks flush crimson. Then I imagine hundreds of people standing around watching me. At least if a person was forcing this on me I would have some excuse I think. Here I am satisfying the lust of an animal willingly and nobody will ever know about it except me. When the dog is finished with me I curl up into a ball and wait for my erection to pass.

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The following morning Master arrives very early. The sun has just cleared the horizon. As soon as he arrives my mind switches to doggy mode and I grovel at his feet making happy noises and wagging my tail. He unlocks my leash and leads me towards the mansion house. As I pad along beside him I am free to look around and I notice that to one side of the mansion a large tent has been erected. There are about 50 or 60 empty seats facing a large stage with a podium in the middle. Tables to the rear of the tent have some plates and cutlery being stacked on them by a man in chefs whites. This, I guess, was the cause of all the commotion I heard yesterday.

When we reach the rear entrance Master ties my leash loosely to a post and orders me to stay. He departs and returns five minutes later with the pig girl on a leash. She has indeed put on weight and has a more pronounced roundness to her stomach. Even her swaying breasts look bigger. This is the first time I have seen her clean and she is quite pink and lovely. Her nose is still held back with a clip to her collar and see wears a harness similar to mine with trotters instead of paws. She is now making quiet believable pig noises.

Master leads us both into the mansion house and we follow him down a long corridor. All the doors are closed. The floors are covered in sumptuous carpeting. At the end of the corridor a door opens for us and we are lead into a large, fully tiled bathroom. It has four shower stalls, several toilet stalls and a large mirror on one wall that reaches from floor to ceiling. Master removes all my equipment and then repeats the process on the pig girl. As her buttplug is withdrawn there is a loud popping noise and she flushes from head to toe. Then Master leaves without a word.

As soon as the door shuts behind him my mind clears and I realise that I am on all fours looking at the pig girl and she is on all fours looking at me. I sit back on my haunches and look at the ground, embarrassed. I am at a loss as to what to say or do. The silence grows uncomfortable.

‘I’m sorry if I hurt you’ I murmur.

The girl looks at me and tears gather in her eyes.

‘I’…’I’… I stammer. ‘I am sorry’. I can’t think of anything else to say to her and lapse into silence again. She is sobbing. She is trying not to, but is unable to hold in her emotions.

‘Those are the first kind words I have heard for as long as I can remember’ she says and slowly she seems to be gathering her composure.

‘What is your name?’ I ask.

‘I don’t remember’.

‘I don’t remember either’ I say.

Then the door opens and two maids enter the room. One of them is 3 so I guess that the other maid is 2. Both are dressed in matching maid’s outfits which leave little to the imagination. Both are gorgeous with stunning figures and both, I know, are men. However, while 3 still has his manhood, it appears that 2 has completed his transformation into a female. If I hadn’t already been told by 3 that 2 was a male I never would have believed it. 2 also appears to be the senior of the pair as it is she who gives us our instructions.

‘Stand, both of you. Face the mirror and hold your hands above you heads. We need to shave and wax you. Today is your big day, and we need to prepare you for inspection.’

We do as instructed and 3 starts work on the pig girl while 2 works on me. She starts at the top, moves my arms and trims my hair, then shaves my face and works down my body removing all traces of hair. She spends a lot of time working on my pubic area and around my butt. Both maids work in silence and with great speed.

Once they are satisfied that we are entirely hairless they lead us both to one of the shower stalls an instruct us to bend forward at the waist and balance ourselves against the wall. I can hear preparations being made behind us but it still comes as a surprise when I feel a tube of some sort slide right up my anal passage. Pig girl also gasps in surprise. Slowly then I feel warm liquid spraying up inside my rectum and into my bowels. I realise that I am receiving an enema. The feeling is not entirely unpleasant, however is soon becomes uncomfortable as the water pressure increases. Once I am full the tube is withdrawn and then 2 tells both of us to go to the toilet and empty ourselves. This is the first of five enemas we are to receive; two soapy, two to rinse us out and one of rosewater. I guess that some work is also being done on the pig girls’ vagina judging from the sounds she is making.

After the enemas we are told to shower ourselves and given nice scented soaps and shampoo. The shower is divine; the feeling of hot water on my skin is like meeting a long forgotten friend. The maids then dry us both off with a rough towelling that leaves us both pink and spotless. I don’t think I have ever been this clean. We are instructed to wash our teeth and rinse with mouthwash. Finally some lube is applied to both mine and pig girls anus.

The maids leave and seconds later Master returns with our tackle and harnesses. These harnesses are different to the usual ones and have many more straps and polished chrome buckles. Fitting them is complicated but Master sets about it with practiced ease and soon we are both fully fitted with our tails inserted. My harness is black and glossy whereas pig girls harness is a light flesh coloured leather. Finally Master puts a full leather hood over my head that is styled in the semblance of a dog’s head. I can feel a collar being put around my neck that holds the hood in place. Once it is on I can hear little and see nothing at all. I feel a tug on my leash and I blindly follow Master out of the room with sick feeling in my stomach.

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Too be continued..

Apologies regarding delays on story updates. Very busy couple of months in work and little down time to spend writing.