Driven by Craving

As she lay attached to the bitch machine, as He called it, with her teats and udders hanging down, and her ass in perfect mount position, she couldn't help but wonder how much longer she would be left chained in the dogs' pen. Oh, she knew that she deserved it, she knew that she had forgotten her place, that she was the lowest life form in His house, a series of holes to be used by any and all He wished, a bitch for His dogs, serving as their fuck bitch or milk bitch, a toilet to all His guests, but she had forgotten. It was just that He had allowed her to sleep in His bed ever since she had started lactating and sometimes He had been so loving, that she had started to see His bed as her permanent place and when He brought another slut home to use, she had behaved badly.

It wasn't that she had disobeyed Him, but every order He gave, she delayed obeying, so that He knew what she was thinking. It had been bad enough preparing the slut's cunt for His use, cleaning it out after He had filled it with His cum, licking His ass while He fucked her, but to have to serve as her toilet in the morning before she showered had been too much, she had become furious. As she lay there, remembering her actions of that day, she berated herself once again for forgetting that that is what she is, His toilet, His bitch, His slave to use and have others use as He chose. As He correctly said before chaining her out here almost a week ago, a slave with no rights has no right to get furious at how it is treated and that no matter how long it took, His slave was never going to forget its place again.

Oh how she wishes she had not spoken back to Him when He had checked her daily chores, but she had been so angry. As she had done her chores that day, she had banged around, still furious at the comments that the other slut had made as she had pissed down her throat. The slut had gone on and on about how she would never sink that low as to serve as a toilet or to clean her Master's cum out of another slut's cunt. When added to her comments of the previous night about what kind of pitiful excuse for a submissive would allow herself to be turned into a milk cow, well they had just been too much. And that He hadn't defended her and said how proud He was of her had hurt the worst, as if He agreed with what the slut had been saying. So when after she had spent an hour or more scrubbing the kitchen to find the floor covered with dog prints because He had let the dogs in after she had cleaned it, well she just exploded. The words she had said, the way she had said them, she knew, she deserved whatever punishment He had for her.

At first, all He did was walk out of the kitchen that alone woke her up to what she had done. After sinking to her knees and trying to think of how she could make up for what she had just done, when He walked back into the kitchen, she opened her mouth to try to apologize when He said, “Not another word, slave. It seems My slave need a reminder of its place in My house and that that place can be lost. However before that lesson can begin, it needs to learn how a room should be prepared for its Master's inspection. As it can't seem to remember to recheck a room that it has already cleaned, Master will have to teach it a lesson it will never forget.” And she knew she would never forget it as long as she lived.

After tying her hands high behind her back, so that she could feel the muscles in her shoulders already pulling, He tied a handled scrub brush to each of her udders, twisting the rope in place around her already swollen udder so that they were quickly turning purple. “As My slave seems to want to use its mouth, it can use it to lick up this filthy floor while it scrubs it with its udders.” Then He placed a pan of scalding hot water by the doorway to the dining room and told her to get started. she didn't think she would ever forget how hard it was to crawl over there without the use of her hands. Harder still was trying to wet the scrub brushes, as she fell deep into the scalding water each time she tried. Whenever the water seemed to cool at all, He would refill the pan with hotter water, and between refilling He used a whip on her ass to keep her moving. Soon her tongue was covered with grit and her udders were bruised and scalded. As she cleaned, she was crawling closer and closer to the back door, until at last she had cleaned the entire floor and was kneeling, panting on the back porch.

Without a word, He untied her arms from behind her back and untied the scrub brushes from around her udders. Then grabbing her by her hair, He led her out to the dog's pen. After putting a chain around her neck and chaining it to the pen wall, he went back into the house to get the bitch machine. After putting the machine in place, so that her head would be close to the watering trough, He turned to her and said, “Maybe some time out with the rest of the dogs, will remind My bitch of its place. It had better learn its place and learn it well because I will not allow any property of Mine to EVER speak that way to Me. Do I make myself completely clear, bitch?” As angry as He was, she had known not to speak as a human, but to bark and nod.

And so it had begun, for the last week, she had been mounted repeatedly, until she had lost count, her udders sucked and chewed on by the puppies in the pen, the sucking a relief from the endless milk-induced pain, but the chewing tearing open the sores caused by the scalding water. With each passing moment, she sank lower and lower until she stopped thinking of herself as a human at all, covered with the cum from many mounting, covered with her own urine and shit, unable to move, her udders playthings for the puppies, her belly crying out for anything besides water, her face streaked with tears, first produced as she thought about her actions, and then coming from fear of never earning a place in Master's house again, of being banished out here for the rest of her life.

When she had almost given up hope of ever seeing Master again, He had walked out to the dog's pen. Without a word, He walked into the pen and unchained her from the bench. The pain caused from trying to move was excruciating, and although she howled in pain, she did not raise her eyes or try to speak. Even when He opened the pen door, she did not try to crawl out, because He had not given her permission to do so. Standing on the other side of the door, He told her to kneel down and look up at Him. Kneeling there in the middle of the shit-filled pen, she knew how she must look to Him and she could feel her face burning from that thought. “That slut was a test that you failed, if I had wanted a slut with that many limits, I would have chosen one. I didn't and I still don't, what I want is a slave who knows its place and who places My happiness and desires before anything else and who will sink as low as I want it to sink to please Me regardless of what comments I allow it to be subjected to. That is something that you forgot, but I will see that you will never forget it again My slave. After this next phase, My slave will never again be able to forget its place.”