Becoming a dog to a BBW Mistress – part 2

Face dildo and high heels

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Sleep does not come as easily for me as it does for the dominant Goddess I now serve. Curled up with no room to move and as the minutes ticked by even the blanket feels less comforting, the floor of the dog cage seems to press through more and more. I remember my many nights of insomnia and try to remember my favorite techniques for lulling myself to sleep. But I was never one for counting sleep. My favorite technique always involved grasping my stiff column between my hands and stroking myself off in rhythm to fantasies of being enslaved. These memories awake my pines and I find it hard and stiff against my body in the cage. I am tempted to masturbate but I stifle the urge, fearing to wake my slumbering Mistress. Resistance is difficult and does nothing to help me sleep. I spend a fitful night wishing I had the room to toss and turn. It is only when a pre-dawn glow begins to creep beneath the curtains that a torturously light sleep envelopes me.


Kinky playmates in

But I am not lucky enough to be allowed to sleep in. My Mistress raps on the cage around 9 in the morning and I quickly wake up, in typical male fashion, with an erect and throbbing cock and an urge to pee.

Out if the cage, boy

“Ready to go out for your morning walk boy?” She asks me. This time I remember not to speak and whimper my urge instead.
“Good boy. Sleeping in the cage has certainly improved your behavior.” She throws open the door and I crawl out stiffly, even arching my back in true canine style to stretch and then waiting patiently as she reattaches the lead to my collar. She towers over me but I avoid making eye contact, in proper dog form I keeping my eyes even with her knees which are just covered by the house dress she has slipped on.
I happily follow her down the stairs, willing to wag my tail if I could, despite being sourly in need of sleep I am more desperately in need of relief for my straining bladder. This time when she draws open the screen door and guides me out to the fenced-in lawn I have no reluctance about lifting my leg and sending a jet of piss streaming onto the lawn. My Mistress notes this with satisfaction and pets my head and calls me a “good dog” before leading me back into the house for breakfast, which consists of ‘dry food,’ – a bowl of granola that eats sans milk or silverware and a bowl of water. I know I will be suffering caffeine withdrawal symptoms, most likely a splitting headache without some coffee, but I suspect the punishment I would receive for protesting this turn of the game would be even more painful.

When I have finished breakfast my Mistress disappears into the shower while I curl up just outside the bathroom door and despite the hardness of the floor find myself drifting desperately back towards sleep. I am awoken when she opens the doors, wrapped only in a towel and returns to her bedroom to dress, commenting on the way that I am already getting underfoot and tripping her up like a real dog as well.

Dildo puppy training

She emerges a few minutes later in a silky house dress announcing: “Now let’s begin to train the puppy. Puppies need lots of play and exercise to wear them out.”

She leads me down to the living room and pulls out the drawer of one of the end tables from which she fetches a large flexible dildo.

“We’ll use this nice bone as an incentive.” She holds the dildo up by its head. “Now puppy sit.” She jabs her finger at the ground indicating that she wants me down. I play along, lowering my butt to my heels.

“Good dog.” She throws the dildo across the room. “Now fetch.”

I return to all fours and traipse across the living room to where the dildo has rolled to rest at the foot of the sofa. I bend down and gently grasp the sex toy between my teeth, picking it up and trotting back to my Mistress’s side.

“Good doggy, now give Mommy the boner.” I let the phallus drop from my jaw into her outstretched palm. She tosses it across the room again, this time toward the opposite corner. “Fetch.”

We repeat the same game for several minutes. She throws and I humbly retrieve in true canine fashion until at last she seems to grow bored and suggests a new game.

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“Tug-of-war for the human doggy. I want you to play it by sucking. No teeth.” She presses the tip of the rubber cock to my lips. I slowly part my lips and take the dildo, sucking hard at a thick (albeit fake) cock for the first time in my life. Her hand plunges it in and out of my mouth. She is firmly in control, fucking my mouth far more than I am sucking the toy.

“Doggy has to play better, now show a little more enthusiasm for Mommy.”

She’s ramming the dildo hard, several times provoking a gagging, choking rebellion from the back of my throat. I can feel the mushroom shaped tip hitting the back of my throat.

“Suck doggy, suck.” She gives my ass a loud smack to emphasize her displeasure with my lackluster performance.

I put more effort into fellating the dildo, sucking in the walls of my mouth, trying to induce an appetite for the rubbery column.

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“Hmmm.” She sighs, grabbing my hair and forcing my head to bob up and down even as her fist pumps the toy in and out of my mouth. I surrender to the experience as her “cock” violates my mouth. “That’s better, now let’s change the game a little more.” She suggests, leading me by my sucking mouth latched to the toy, back across to the couch where she sits down.

Time for a face fuck

“Give me the toy.” I let go entirely and she takes the object in her hands, fumbling in the end table again she retrieves a condom and proceeds to open the package and roll the rubber down the length of the toy. Then she presses the flat base and sculpted scrotum to my mouth. “Get a firm grip.” She instructs me.

Then she spreads open her robe and leans back on the couch while thrusting her big open cunt forward. Her crotch rests at the edge of the couch and she guides the condom covered tip of the dildo to the lips of her sex and slides it into her body. For the first couple of thrusts, she handles the dildo herself while pulling the back o my head as a sort of non-verbal instruction. The rules of the new game are not hard to figure out and soon I build up a rhythm, awkward as this task is, pushing the dildo in and out of her pussy with my mouth. At first, she tugs at my hair to guide my pace, but once the tempo is set she leans back and begins working her clit with her fingers.

Her pussy seems huge from down on the floor and it hungrily sucks up the rubber cock. I am plunging it almost to the hilt, my lips nearly touching her netherlips with each thrust. I can smell the must scent of her cunt; I’m hungry to plant my tongue inside her and taste her again, but the dildo forms a frustrating and impenetrable barrier, a gag repressing my tongue. I sink my teeth deeper into the base and push hard while I observe up close the furious motion of her fingers.

She reacts enthusiastically to my efforts and grips my head again, pushing me down on her faster and harder. I can’t breathe from my mouth and as the exercise makes me want to pant I find it harder and harder to draw sufficient air through my nostrils. I’m hoping she’ll cum soon, but that huge gaping mouth of her pussy just keeps sucking at the stiff phallus. I wish it were my cock, hammering into her, enjoying the warmth of that sucking cavern. I watch her fingers rubbing faster and faster against her clit and then I feel her body tense and spasm. She’s cumming now I realize, but my labors are not to end so easily.

For only a moment she holds my forehead pressed against her belly, her fingers still cruelly entwined in my hair, the dildo buried almost to the hilt in her palpitating pussy. Then she begins the exercise again. Fast and hard from the beginning this time. My jaw aches and I want nothing more than to let the dildo fall to the floor. But I know that I am here to please her and that such a lax attitude could only earn her disfavor. If it were my cock I would have cum by this point and the exercise would be over, but the dildo does not grow tired, it can not orgasm or wilt. She begins pushing against it. I can feel the weight of her body, the force of her motion as the base of the dildo presses back, stretching my jaw. Unable to breathe well I feel as if I will soon choke and then her body shudders again in a second spectacular orgasm.

The dildo is drenched with her fluids when at last she takes it from my mouth. She runs her fingers playfully through my hair for a moment or two as our breathing slowly returns to normal and the glow gradually fades from her body.

A few minutes pass before she returns to her feet and announces, “Now that I’ve worn you out perhaps you’ll be a good puppy. But I’ll put you in your kennel just in case seeing as you aren’t properly housebroken yet.” She loops her fingers under my collar and draws me back in the cage before dressing to leave. I settle in as I listen to her footsteps descend the staircase and a few minutes later I hear the electric garage door open and then her car pulling out of the driveway.


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The curtains are open and the sun streams into the bedroom warming it as the dust particles dance in the golden rays. I am tired and in spite of the cramped conditions I feel drowsy and before I know it I am asleep.

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