My life as a dog slave

My life as a dog slave

 

 

Part 1

 

Isabelle

 

I am 30 years now. Since 4 years I live my new life now.

My name is Anja. I grew up quite normal in a small town. I have long brown hair and brown eyes.

In my hometown I could not find a job. So I decided to move to the big city.

I started working as a office girl.

I was happy at this time – I get my own flat – my own money – I was free – and lonely.

 

In the evening I lost myself in strange new fantasy. I dreamed about use and abuse – strict bondage and humilation.

I started to look around in the internet. It was a hole new world and I spend more and more time there. It was a nice erotic game for me.

 

And ne day I get a mail from Isabelle. She wanted to know me – wanted to know about my dreams and my needs. I read it so many times. What I did – I wrote her back.

 

Like this it goes on for 6 weeks. She started to manipulates me in her letters. I was so naive – I just wanted to stay in contact with her – I really stopped thinking.

 

So the day came that I started my car to visit her. She said something about a trial period of two weeks – form e the chance to try my fantasys out – a game of two weeks.

 

I just weared a short skirt – no pantys and a whithe blouse. That was the deal – I wear what she wants – gave her control over me fort wo weeks – and serve her sexually anywhere and anyhow she ordered.

 

I arrived at our meeting point in the late afternoon. It was a little mistery. She told me at the phone to wait at a small coffeeshop.

 

I sat there and looked around. No sight from Isabelle. Oh – I was so nervous. I looked around.

And then she arrived. She was impressive. A nubian Goddess. She fixed me with her dark eyes and laughed.

„Ah – my little white slut – I hoped that you would have the nerve to visit me.“

My face must looked like a tomato. „Move your ass – we have a long ride my little doggy“ My hands where shaking. „Yes I hurry Isabelle“

She came to my side and whispered in a very cold voice „You will pay fort his bitch – for whithe little cunts I am Mistress Isabelle“ I just nodded and followed her. After we left the coffeeshop she grabbed my arm. Her car was parked just 50 m ahead. She pushed me violently in the seat and ordered me to bent forward. I felt the cold metal at my wrists. Now there was no going back. I was a bit afraid.

After that she put a blindfold on me and drove.

During the long drive she said nothing. It seems like a little eternity for me.

 

I felt that the car stopped and then she put a collar around my neck. Isabelle released the blindfold and leaded me out of the car with a pull on the chain that was connected to the collar.

 

In the house she took a handful of my hair and forced me down on my knees.

“Now listen doggy – I just say this one time – yours ass belongs now to me – you follow my rules and if not I will force you to follow my rules – do you understand this cunt?”

I nodded with my head and started to shiver again.

 

„This ist he protocoll here: indoors, you will always be naked, but for your collar and ankle/wrist cuffs, which you will wear all the time. I may order you to dress in lingerie(stockings, garter-belt, high-heel shoes) occasionaly, because it pleases my eyes.

Outdoors, I will decide how you dress. You will never wear anything that limits the availability of your genitalia (no panties, no bra).

Ø       Speech : the guidelines will be as follows:

Ø        in private: you will only talk when allowed to. I'll make it obvious for you when you are expected to speak, and when you are not. When in doubt, you will always have the right to ask permission to talk. Depending on the circumstances, this permission will or won't be granted to you.

Each sentence pronounced will either start or end with the word "Mistress".

Ø       in public: you will have to show the proper respect due to your Mistress.

Instead of "Mistress", you'll call me by my first name, Isabelle.

 

Ø       Presentation: this is an important one. During our relationship I will very often order you as so: "Present yourself to your Mistress, dog."

Ø       I'll use that instruction on many occasions: every time I'll have to exchange one collar for another (training to public); at the start of an activity; while I arrange for your punishment or to play with you; ... When you hear that order, you'll have to kneel down in

front of me, your knees wide apart, your hands clasped in your back, head slightly bowed, eyes locked on the floor, at a point midway between your knees(the image of total submission to your Mistress’ will).

After assuming that position, you will say in your most submissive voice: "Your dog is ready for you, Mistress".

> Stance:

Ø       in private: you will never cross your legs, never let your knees touch each other, or close your lips (mouth must be open all the time) you will not look at my eyes (unless ordered to), you will keep your head slightly bowed, and most of the time your hands (when not tied in one way or another) will remain either clasped in the small of your back or will rest on your thighs. While in my presence, you will never be allowed to stand-up (unless ordered to); my dog kneels and crawls in front of her Mistress.

Ø        in public: the first two rules mentioned above will still apply.

>General availability: you will never go out of my sight of your own accord when in private. If you feel like you have too, you will ask for my authorization.

>Sexual availability: whatever the time or the place, you will always make yourself totally available for my sexual pleasure, whatever form this may take.

You will provide me with sexual pleasure upon request, anywhere, anytime anyhow. And be worned that I’m very active sexually! – understand this stupid whithe dog?”

 

I nodded again and was afraid. But on the other side I was excited. I found a wonderful black woman and felt that she already has full control over me.

 

Suddenly she slapped my face. “Strip bitch – I want to see my property”

She took away the hand cuffs and I tried to be fast. As I was fully naked she ordered me to kneel down again and get on all fours.

 

Isabelle walked around me. I felt her hands at my private parts. I was aroused and pressed my hips against her soft hands.

Then she slapped me again. “What a bitch! I will teach you good behaviour.

 

… to be continued