Once Lady M told me - tomorrow will be a dog day! I was thrilled! It had been my long-time dream! But how naive I was... The life my Mistress had in store for me was nothing like my fantasies!
Excitement and anticipation kept me up the night before. One fantasy after another played through my mind - I'm a house dog, I woke up on a mat, I have an owner, she takes care of me, I love her, sometimes she's strict, and I'm a little scared of her.
And now here I am, standing at the door of her hotel room, trembling with nervousness but eager to embrace the role I’ve longed for so much. Is it really a role? Maybe this is my true essence.
Reality hit me from the very first moment—the words of greeting were cut off by a sharp slap: "Dogs don't talk!"I'm trying to adapt to this new reality... Instead of hands, I have paws—I never thought boxing gloves could be used like this. The whole world looks different when you're seeing it from the ground. My speech is now limited to barking and whimpering...The command "Come!" snaps me out of my daze.
Her touch... I’ve always loved it, even when it brought pain. But now it stirred such an overwhelming wave of tenderness! After a brief moment of confusion—how could I express what I was feeling?—I instinctively found the right way: I licked her hand!
Mistress clipped the leash on and led me around the room. She showed my mat, then pushed my nose against the couch: "No! Bad dog!". I see... It's my new life...There were a lot of mirrors in the room. But I was trying not look at them. You can imagine the picture - I was naked on my four, the only chastity cage and the collar were my clothes. But my inner picture was another - I was an elegant and powerful Rottweiler, and didn't want to break this picture in my mind.
In the meantime, life was becoming better and clearer — Mistress was pleased, and I was fetching her slippers and ball, amusing her greatly with his clumsy movements on unfamiliar paws.
Mistress was distracted by a phone call. "To your spot!" she commanded me. A few minutes later, a courier arrived with a fragrant bag of food from the restaurant. I shrank back, afraid the courier might see me, but his eyes were only on Mistress's enticing figure.
Suddenly, I realized just how hungry I was. Afraid to move, I watched Mistress, swallowing the saliva. She ate, scrolling through her phone, paying no attention to my faint whimpers.
“Oh, you’re hungry!” she exclaimed, finishing the last bite. “Come here—I bought you the best dog food!”
I stood gloomily in front of the bowl of dry kibble, unable to bring myself to even touch it...
"Don't want it? Then stay hungry," she smirked. "At least have some water."
I clumsily lapped at the water, and she laughed cheerfully at his pitiful attempts.
And then... with a casual "Go to your spot!" tossed to me, Mistress settled onto the couch with her laptop and phone. She dove into her work, occasionally pausing for phone calls. The "dog" waited.
Have you ever thought about how much waiting there is in a slaves' life? While the owners live their own lives, the slave, like an unnecessary object, waits in his place. This thought stirred confusion in my mind, but I was too afraid to move or make a sound. Almost two hours passed like that...
“Oh, I forgot the most important thing!” she exclaimed. “Come here! Turn around.”I couldn’t see what she was pulling out of her bag.Waiting. A touch. Lubricant. Her insistent fingers explored my ass. Something cold and hard filled me inside.“Look at what a beautiful tail you have!” Mistress laughed with delight. Then, “Fetch! Ball!” I ran around the room, wagging his new tail, chasing after the ball.
After playing, she took some brie cheese out of the fridge and brewed coffee. "Want some? You can't have this, your food is in the bowl," she teased, and I sighed, swallowing the saliva.She lounged comfortably in the chair. "Come here, get to work!"I didn’t need much convincing—I understood her immediately and eagerly got to doing what loved and was so good at. I worked my tongue tirelessly, greedily swallowing all the moisture.
She reached the first orgasm quickly. For the second, I had to put in more effort. Finally, satisfied, she leaned back in her chair, while I, content and exhausted, lay at her feet.
That’s how my day went—moments of happiness followed by long stretches of waiting. But I began to be troubled by a problem… By then, I had mastered the body language enough to express my need. "You need to go to the restroom? Of course, let’s go."
I stood on my four confused in front of a litter box meant for cats. A new challenge awaited... "Come on, silly, lift your leg and..." It dawned on me that she wasn’t going to leave me alone there. I held out as long as I could, but natural needs overcame the shame.
It was yet another step I wasn’t ready for, another push at the boundaries—one of many, and surely not the last...
Later, I "worked" a couple more times to earn the moisture and was happy.
The bowl of food remained untouched. For that, I was punished—but that’s another story.
By evening, the sleepless night before and the stressful day took their toll—I curled up on my mat and drifted off to sleep. Sometime during the night, half-asleep, I felt Mistress gently cover me with a blanket...
