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Ginger by Aibo
What do you do when you've gotten tired of your sub?
The idea of taking our D/S relationship into the realm of a fulltime 24/7 sounded wonderful at first.
It was really nice to have a collared and cuffed girl doing all housework, and Irina certainly brought a shine to the floors, kept the clothes clean as well as the dishes.
Yes despite the fact that i've got a both a laundry- and dish machine she did all work manually
to keep her occupied during the long days when she was left at home.
But after two years I must admit that iﾕve gotten tired of having her around and deciding what she should do at all times.
With the basement as well as the attic all cleaned and organized, not to mention the shining cleanness of the bathroom, kitchen and livingroom. I was frankly out of ideas!
It had been nice, the erotic submission on her part sitting on the floor beside me when I ate at the kitchen table or her head in my lap when I watched TV.
Not to mention our activities in the walk in closet that had been converted into a dungeon.
When she moved in here, she didnﾕt get a job - least not one she wanted. Eventually she ended up as my slave-maid.
I was quite able to support both of us, so this was a nice arrangement at the time.
My work? Well I am the supervisor at a plant that manufactures custom plastics, thermo and vacuum formed items of any size and shape.
Looking after malfunctioning machinery and employees is a job that often causes me to work overtime. The machines might need a new bolt or fitting, the employees would rather need a severe whipping for their stupass attitude. Not that I have any real interest of whipping men, but that would keep them in line at least.
Her constant requests for attention not to mention her surliness when I had to attend to important work related matters or even the social part of my work like bowling and fishing trips with my workmates turned it all into one big irritation with time.
With the limited time at my disposal this didnﾕt work out well at all!
With the workload and long hours I was actually often quite wasted after my shift, too tired with setting up next days list of duties, that I neither had any interest even less felt for kinky sex or bondage.
We tried to talk, when I gotten to the point of explaining that this 24/7 relationship really didnﾕt work out well Irina started to cry - fear of rejection I guess. She certainly had given up her friends and job to live at my place becoming something people label a TPE slave, the details made
over the Internet, phone and finally even in writing.
But yes, we had a paragraph that the contract could be broken if both found the arrangement to be unsatisfactory.
We have had a wonderful time, and I even though I really didnﾕt mind the housework she did, I certainly did mind her hints and daring as she was... Even nagging! But she didnﾕt agree this was truly bad, so what now?
Ignoring her and leaving her without any instructions for the day didnﾕt help; well I wasnﾕt able to ignore her completely.
One of my mistakes is that I couldnﾕt resist being seduced and shagging her each night, either if she was tied up I the dungeon or when I let her up from the floor to be in the bed - vanilla style, imagine that!
She was a thin waif, almost petit, and that was another thing I discovered, bony women wasnﾕt that good to have sex with after all.
Such are great looking at, very good to have to show off with at the SM club I visited infrequently.
But when it came to actual sex, kinky or not, you simply could hurt yourself on those pointy hipbones sticking out on each side on her pelvis.
I told her straight into the face that we should break up, it didnﾕt work, she came and tried to offer sex, and weak as I am I did fall for it.
I eventually tried to scare her into leaving on her own accord a few times. Dragging her into the dungeon we have created in the walk in closet of the bedroom and giving her a severe trashing. She was striped like a zebra with welts from neck to tight.
This was the most risky attempt I made, if I really had pissed her off I certainly couldnﾕt have her go telling on me at work to the board of the plant on what had been going on here. So she risked to become more a liability, yet this time I really got a surprise.
Next morning she fell on her knees and thanked me for the punishment and was hornier than ever, this state of things rejuvenated our relationship for a time. As said, I havenﾕt started to dislike sex, far from it!
Despite us living for a full 14 months in the same house, I really had wondered about if she had been a wannabe that really had confused the cyber dreams of the chatrooms for reality. But it turned out that she really became more submissive with the harder treatment. I certainly did enjoy strapping her thin body to the frame and playing with her cute breasts, a bit on the smallish side and just about getting droopy, but that the tits of one 26 year old who havenﾕt had any surgery - and as such they were more attractive.
Her dark brown hair and green eyes looking out of a pretty face also helped keep my interest when playing with her even now, especially since one really could see the changes in the eyes when things got to painful - yes thatﾕs a turn on for me, just believe me on that one!
But this all was a mixed blessing and only lasted for a limited time, a few weeks later she started to nag on me again.
Same story, that I came back late all tired from work, that I didnﾕt spend time with her and even that I wasnﾕt cruel enough! This was really it!
I couldnﾕt take this constant looking after of the slave, deciding what she should do at every hour - even when at work, when I certainly had other things that demanded my attention!
On my spare time, the small part I managed to get when this submissive woman didnﾕt interrupt me, making loud crashes in the kitchen or just being generally annoying, Iﾕve found some websites that deals with the idea of turning submissive girls into pets. I mean literally removing their
humanity and treating them as a cat or a dog or horse.
Some have made illustrations and computer-generated art on the subject, a few even show photos of their lovers or subs in such situations.
This started a train of thought that Iﾕm still uncertain about, did I start this project of mine as another attempt of scaring her enough to send her running, or if I really intended to really go ahead with this transformation. I still donﾕt know the answer, only the fact that I really did it!
According to what Iﾕve seen, there are submissive women who have been turned into just about anything, Irina's physical shape and size ruled out idea for a pony she did offer two alternatives though, that of a cat or puppy.
The illustrations and photos of puppy girls showed them in textile suits with arms and legs folded, creating a good illusion indeed.
I decided to keep the idea of the folding the legs at the knee as well as folding the arms at the elbow putting the hand over the shoulder. Using textiles was a no-go since I really cant sew, neither work in leather.
My work provided me with a solution a solution that was natural and close at hand.
I am very skilled in forming various items in plastic, so the next time I had hung Irina up on the frame for the evening punishment, this time for simply going on strike in the kitchen, I surprised her by not whipping her at all, instead I took all kinds of measurements on every part of her body.
She tried to rub her tits and hips at me any time I got close enough, a few strokes of the riding crop over the offending part soon discouraged her on that misbehaviour and I could finish without any interruption.
When she was released I ordered her to sleep on the floor where she fell asleep in her submissive pose with the back and ass up and face in the hands.
The following day I started the CAD drawings at my office, I soon found that the basic idea of a full body suit in hard plastic that I first had imagined to be unfeasible for a human body. The design of the pieces for the hands and feet was less of a problem since I had brought the bondage mitts and
one pair of her shoes which I measured and quickly substracted a small amount to get a truly tight fit.
The basic idea had been to encase the whole torso, leaving only the head and possibly the tits and buttocks open, having plastic hinges for the stiff arms and legs.
But this would have created unnecessary tension and might even had made it impossible for the puppy-slave to get up as well as well as sit nicely on its own accord, not to mention that the fittings of the arms and legs would wear out quickly.
So thank heavens for the ability to simulate any design on the computer as one animation, the arms and legs would instead be attached with soft grooved plastic allowing movement in several directions, I also ended up adding flexible joints both at the waist and shoulders before I finished the designwork.
I kept numb when I got home that evening, even did my own cooking without comment, my imagination was however working overtime. She came over to the kitchen
and looked in, I didnﾕt look up even less offered her to come in by acknowledging her presence. I heard her quietly walk away and a door opening and closing.
In the evening I found her on the sofa in the living room, she looked back without saying a word. Neither did I, that but silently thinking 'You better leave now woman or I will get ahead with this!'
I went to bed alone and was as equally happy with that. Later that night she awakened me however by coming to the bed and sitting down on the bed beside me she started
rubbing my sex with her hand.
As usual when she had gotten me excited I locked her ankle- and wristcuffs to the frame of the bed and shagged her. Then releasing her I once more told her to 'leave or be damned'.
She didnﾕt.
The following friday there were no second shift working at the plant, so in the evening I had all the time and resources at my disposal without anyone asking questions on what the heck I was doing.
So it was a splendid opportunity that which I used to my best advantage. And as super I had the responsibility to shut down the plant for the evening. A job that I for once now did happily, after finishing with my own little extra work.
So yes, all machinery was ready for this very special production run since the designs were ready. The only problem was that one production line had worked with blue, and the other had made the last batch produced with light grey plastic.
Anyone with a taste for fetish would have chosen black, I went ahead regardless, with the grey thatﾕs it, blue being completely out of the question. What a thought, a blue dog *chortles!*.
When the pieces had been made and trimmed from excess plastic I sprayed the outsides first with glue, then with plush felt to give the pieces a somewhat furry look.
Each inside part were cleaned, creating a smooth somewhat slippery surface would prevent any abrasion. The suit might get hot in certain situations though, but that wasnﾕt my problem, it wasnﾕt I who was going to wear it!
As a final touch I had come up with the idea of fitting all legs with external paws which would be fastened by buckles and d-rings fitted on both sides of each leg. These would not only serve as one esthetic touch creating a better illusion of a dog, but also as shock absorbers when the dog finally learned to run.
Since they were removable they could be washed whenever they got dirty - which they most likely would as soon as the dog was taken for a walkies outdoors. The local store for textiles had happened to have the necessary materials, this was the tricky part for me really.
Shaping the plastic part of the paws was no problem of course. I eventually ended up with gluing several sheets of thick fabric on each paw-piece and spraying them with the same plush felt.
One ordinary marking pen was used to give the impression of claws, she was not to have any real sharp claws of course, that would make marks on my nice floors, not to mention giving her one opportunity for mischief which she was not going to have.
When I finally got home that evening and began to unpack the items of the box I had brought I got a major surprise.
I really didnﾕt know what reaction I would get from her, but had expected that I either would have ended up in the kind of slanted argument we usually ended up with.
We really didnﾕt yell at each other, that being against her submissive nature, or even worse her just going away doing her sulking-slave routine until night came and she would come to my bed disturbing my nice sleep.
If anything I would have imagined I would have had to wrestle her down or even had to put drugs in her food to render her unconscious while I put her into her doggiesuit.
Neither of that happened.
Indeed she came over to have a look at what I was doing, quietly sat down and started to test one of the arms and whispered 'As you wish Master' and went down on her arms and knees beside the blue hard plastic items that were spread around the floor.
I gave Irina a final chance by asking, 'No objections what so ever?'
Her quiet reply came with a, 'I will obey my Master'.
I unlocked her collar and removed the wrist and ankle cuffs and immediately started to fit the upper and lower parts that would encase the torso, which connected and locked shut without a glitch.
I havenﾕt expected any less since I had tested all parts back in the factory and even made some small modifications like making all releasing latches recessed into the carapace. And that was what this bodyshell really made her look like now, a sort of a weird bug! Well that would soon be improved on.
The back sides and front of the carapace had really big d-rings fitted, donﾕt know why I added those really, but I always have liked tools, equipment and machinery that is built to last - and everything about this suit was made in the same philosophy.
I tested the d-ring at the back by putting in three fingers and pulled, her legs lifted slightly off the ground - 'uh-umm' I said and turned over to look into the box I had brought.
When unpacking the pieces I had more or less deliberately left 5 items in the box, those being the most cruel and wild ones of the entire design.
Two of those were the combined neckpieces and collars. I had decided to make two separate neckpieces, one straight which would keep the head bent down and one posture collar that would bend the head backwards tilting the head of the puppy into a more 'normal' forward looking way.
The tits could have been left open to the air at all times, but I doubted that would be the case, and had designed accordingly.
So a groove was found over the side of the carapace going up to the back, and along the length of the groove were fittings so it could be locked in place at a certain tension at any point.
And this was what the third item was about, a punishment bra with sharp but not cutting sharp nodules on the inside and a small lid for each nipple that could be opened to add items or liquids that would cause extra discomfort or pain. I also had a leather strap with metal studs in the dungeon which could be fitted around this part of the carapace.
Number four was shaped like a somewhat short dogmuzzle, covering the lower cheeks and mouth, t, a round gasket for the lips and a somewhat oversized hollow dildo.
The fifth and last part was the crouch piece which would lock to the front over the stomage and run between the legs and up on the rear where it would be hinged to the carapace at the small of the back. But more about that special piece later.
I fitted her with the arm pieces, or rather forelegs next, each hand was fitted into one special compartment that was narrow at the wrist preventing her any ability to flex in any direction with the lower arm, except for the movement down which would just push her elbow into the ground.
The top part of the forelegs extended over the shoulder with the actual joint of corrugated soft plastic hidden by the piece extending over the shoulder blade that gave a somewhat more 'natural' look.
On the inside all fingers except the thumb had separate bent tubes made of hard plastic, that I had left a bit of movement free for the thumb was one in-joke I had come up with for myself during the design process. In case she somehow would be able to communicate any distress over a lack of things to do I would suggest that she 'rolled-her-thumbs'.
The legs came next, there turned out to be a bit of a problem fitting each leg tube.
Even though any leg easily can fold at a sharp angle when you sit on them, I simply didnﾕt have her bodyweight to aid me - and it took almost 20 minutes
before they were in place fitted with the body carapace.
They got on eventually though, and I ordered her to roll over so I could start fitting the pieces for each foot which now was found close to the butts.
Folding the foot up over the back was of course anatomically impossible, that besides actually breaking the bones inside, and that wasnﾕt one option to me.
So I had decided to let the feet point outward at an angle to the buttocks, creating a platform of sorts at her rear.
This would make me able to use her as a stool to sit on whenever I needed to get my shoes on when going to work or when searching for something under the kitchen sink.
Having the feet pointing outwards would also give me unhindered access to her sex for pleasure or punishment whenever I wanted.
Having the legs and feet all covered in plush-felted plastic I ordered her to sit down in what would become her ready position. She was unsteady at first in her new predicament, waving her new short stubby forelegs around a bit until she caught her balance sitting on knees and pointed feet under her rump.
I grinned broadly at her predicament, feeling turned on and this already hardly half of her new equipment in place. I really seemed to have found a third new start for our relationship indeed!
The neckpiece came next, I decided on the straight one right now for a more humiliating posture with the face looking down now at first, this would also permit my slave to feed and water herself - something I might change later in one way or other.
I had added ringbolts both drilled then glued into the plastic at the front and sides, but left a single hole in the neck unfitted for use with the choking collar.
So first I put on the chain link around the neck, this wasnﾕt a choking collar for a dog of course, a human neck would risk take damage from a hard pull so I had bought a much broader flattened chain link instead on my way home. I threaded both ends of the chain link out trough the hole at the back of the collar before finally fitting the collar it into place with one latch closing the circle of the collar.
The collar was basically non-moving with no less than four latches connecting it to the carapace.
I stood over her and fitted a large ring to the both ends of the choking collar links, for easy attachment of a leach but also so large it provided a nice stopper preventing the choker links from vanishing on the inside.
I ordered her back on all fours and made a final check on the crotch piece.
The croch piece was the only part that came with a lock, I donﾕt know why really, perhaps my subconscious at work making me think of a chastity belt.
I fitted it at the rear at the hinged part at the small of her back, a kick spread her legs and by bending over to the side I reached underneath to connect it to the latching device and add the padlock that clicked shut with a squeeze of my hand.
When creating the various parts I simply hadnﾕt had time or the items to make a design with any dildo or anal plug, one such could in any case be made later. I had however glued and bolted a metal tube on the outside which could hold a furry tail, when fitted in place she would come with a
happily raised dog tail indeed.
The lack of dildos did annoy me and before finishing the outfit I had made a search and found a piece of metal at the plant that came with antisplip pyramid pattern on one side.
And a with a bit of etching had managed to turn the studs of the piece into semi-sharp spikes, this piece was cut in into an oval and finally fitted on the inside of the crouch piece with a turning screw on the outside that would move the oval to press the spikes against the labia.
So when the animal got unruly or needed a bit of reminder on her new status as a puppy one could either whip the exposed buttocks, which she liked to much to be a real punishment, whip the tits, or give a much more intimate pain by reaching down and turn on the wing bolt head a few turns.
I took a step backwards to confirm that everything was as I had intended, the buttocks was somewhat pushed to the side by the broad plastic sheet running up the middle, this as intended.
Right between the middle of the butts the gleam of the metal mushroom head could be seen.
Just to check on what it could do I did twist it a few turns until I heard a sharp whelp, at this time I hadnﾕt a clear idea on how hard it pressed on the pussy, which happened to be quite severely. But I left it as that for the time being and put on the ring gag with which Irina have given me so many nice blowjobs and then continued to put on the headpiece.
Her face was covered with a trail of tears from the pain in the pussy, but I did not let that deter me but started to quickly brush the hair together and braided the hair with a leather string into a ponytail which was pulled trough a hole in the neck of the headpiece with the string.
I had decided on pointed ears something which would make most dog owners think of one attentive dog eager to follow your every command, and that was what I wanted! The headpiece snapped into the latches of the collar, and I snapped each shut with a resolute click.
But here I had added straps on the sides and back of the neck also holding it into the body carapace. If pulled tight she would not be able to turn her head at all, somewhat loosed would allow limited sideway movement. I settled for the medium tension at this time, allowing her a small nod or headshake in case I needed to ask her something.
The final piece was the dog muzzle, this part was the hardest one to make since it had to have a very good fit.
It had a muzzle with a small hole in the front end, and nose with holes for breathing on the top of the muzzle, the inside featured a rubber covering on the whole surface and a hollow dildo fitted facing inwards which would serve the double purpose as a drinking nozzle as well as a silencer gag.
The hollow dildo might also be used to get extra air if trained hard or if the nose got clogged for whatever reason. This would also make it possible for my pet to make sounds, but only muted ones and only with considerable effort. I certainly didnﾕt intend to make it easy for the dog to disturb me unnecessarily - she had lost the right for that long ago with her nagging.
I ordered the pet to roll over, she hesitated, obviously hesitant to loose her foothold risking to topple over with a crash - and she would do many times that until she learned.
But I had no intention to wait until she learned everything at this time, and if I dog donﾕt obey, you kick it.
I am the Master here and I had to send a message trough, the message that I will expect to see quick and enthusiastic response to any order given.
So I did, quite hard in fact, yet the hard plastic carapace did protect the pet from any real damage of course. Her face did turn very red and the eyes filled with tears, out of embarrassment or humiliation of being kicked perhaps, she would learn to endure more than that as her reconditioning continued.
I wasnﾕt really angry of course, and my voice was level when I said 'Now I hope the sesame gate will open very wide' a slight smile on the joke since the ring gag already held her mouth as wide as needed.
She actually managed to open the mouth somewhat more but the expression in her tear-filled eyes and wrinkled forehead when the hollow dildo was fitted into the ring gag betrayed that Irina now regretted her earlier willingness to obey being imprisoned in this way, but smart as she was she knew that any resistance would only result in a punishment until she cooperated, so she didnﾕt have any choice in any case.
The muzzle-piece fitted snugly over the lower part of the face, I pulled the muzzle off to recheck that the rubber ring didnﾕt press on the lips, and had to tell the bitch 'Now show teeth!'
She did so and this time the rubber gasket surrounding the dildo gag did press against the teeth and gums as intended with the lips around the edge on the outside.
The muzzle was fitted with straps around the head which went up between the eyes and over the top of the head terminating in a chromed ring in the ear, one pair of straps went over the side of the head right beside the ears and the final pair around the neck, the latter ones all with locking buckles that was connected to the chrome ring and pulled tight.
Last came the paws, and those were easily fitted with straps and ordinary non-locking buckles to each d-ring of the side of the encased elbows and knees.
I fitted my fingers into the d-ring at the back of the carapace and got the bitch back on her feet - now realising it had been good engineering putting it here, it would enable me to quickly bring the bitch on its feet when needed.
I fitted a leach to the ring of the choking collar at the back of her next and started our first walkies around the room.
It turned out that her walking on stiff legs was awkward to say the least. A few pulls on the leach to make her heel only resulted in chocking noises.
I paused and let her have a moment to think things over before I hit her with the riding crop on the butts, this did enforce her willingness to heel and with just a few minutes of practice we have gotten the basics right. Time for a small reward.
I found a bowl that I filled with water, it was at this point I finally found her limit.
Despite me being a nice Master providing her with water, she refused to drink, not only once but twice. It would have been so easy sucking up the water through the dildo gag, yet she didnﾕt.
So I tried again, the second time she even rolled over to the side with a thump and hit the bowl with her right paw spilling water over the kitchen floor.
I considered the option of forcing her to suck the spilled water with her muzzle, the opening of the was placed so far out on the nose that it would have been possible, yes I had given the design quite some thought, so that my pet would for example be able to drink from a creek or puddle outdoors without clogging the nose she needed so well for breathing.
But it was already 11 o'clock and really started to feel quite tired.
Instead I went for the riding crop and gave her a severe trashing over the tits and then simply mopped up the water and refilled the bowl.
'Now you will drink properly, or not at all' I said and pulled the leach upwards so I lifted her by the choking collar and moved her front end until the head was placed over the bowl before I let her down again.
To enforce the message I gave one additional slap on her right tit and put my foot behind her neck and pressed down her muzzle into the water.
A slurping sound assured me she was drinking properly and I removed the foot and commanded 'heel' again to walk back into the hallway.
'This is your basket, you will always return here when you havenﾕt been given any command by me, you will also rest here at all times from now on unless I have given explicit permission otherwise - understood?ﾕ
I heard a mumble, and this time both tits got a hard slaps with the riding crop.
'Thatﾕs not the proper way for you to address your Master from now on' I said and commanded 'bark!'
A soft 'Hrroof, hroof!' came from the muzzle, 'Good reply finally' I muttered to myself and stepping over my pets back to reach the wall behind the basket.
A ringbolt had been fitted into the wall over the basket and I tied the leach there with only a minimal slack so the head of the hapless female-doggie was pushed into the corner, and with a kick I spread her rear legs to remove get room for my hand to unlock the crotch piece.
With all things on my agenda for this very special day settled, I finally could enjoy myself.
Standing on her fore- and aft legs without the ability to walk anywhere I unzipped my pants, I stretched my hands down and around the carapace gripping her by the tits, by pulling and pushing her back and forth by my hard uncaring grip I twisted her into do a good job on my swollen sex. The bitch was like a rocking horse really, standing on those stubby legs of the bitchsuit.
A short whine was heard when I started to rock my pelvis in a counterrythm, hitting her behind with my lower torso my hands did tear even harder at the tits.
Her whines of pain at each pumping movement were just a sound to further increase my excitement.
Ever seen one of those old films, when they did show fireworks when people got to cum? Well this is what I got, kidding really, but it was a good one and better than what I had got in a long time, no wonder, I finally was back in charge of my home again.
I put the crotch piece back in and released the leach for the choking collar, couldnﾕt have the dog standing like that during the night, the bitch might even strangle herself if she fainted or fell asleep, it wouldnﾕt do when I have put in so much work into this arrangement.
I intended to have the bitch follow the standard dog commands at all times, so after 'heel' we had gotten to next important one so I said: 'Down!'
This time she did obey immediately, she lied down with her legs pointing into each corner of the oval basket - this the only way all legs fitted in the basket actually. Something I also had calculated beforehand, getting a basket of the right size thatﾕs it.
Now I could reattach the leach, but this time to one of the rings at the side of the neck of course.
I went to bed and slept very well with dreams about bird hunting until it was almost noon. I had a shower and breakfast before I was to commence the training of my bitch.
When I walked into the hallway I could see Irina moving her fore- and aft legs with an almost desperate fervour, most likely awakened by me coming into the hall - for someone lying in a basket with only a thin blanket between the body and the floor my steps probably had shaking with each footstep.
Perhaps the bitch just awakened and didnﾕt remember or understand the situation she found her self in - sleepy head.
I moved the leach from the ring at the side of the collar and clicked it in place to the ring of the choke collar and pulled upwards, the doggie came up on its feet but stood so only uncertainly swaying from side to side. With this being a Saturday I had plenty of time for training my pet showing what I expected and what would be off limits from now on.
We walked around the house, in the kitchen I added one dog bowl to the side of the one containing water saying 'This is where you will be eating from now on, I might let your mouth free for eating but you will view that as a reward and not any usual state of things.' A strict pull on the leach, which
caused a strangled yet soft whine from the pet and we turned and went trough the hall to the bathroom.
'For the time being you will use the shower as your litter box, the tiled floor will make it easy for me to rinse it off, if you have an accident somewhere else you will immediately come to me and indicate where it happened, also when I have been away - it will be your first priority to do so when I get home.
If you try to hide the accident, hide yourself, or fail to make me aware of any such 'accident' you will receive a most uncomfortable punishment.
I removed the crotch piece and indicated with the riding crop that the bitch could relieve itself right there and that very moment.
My pet did so and I took the shower handle and first cleaned the rear on the bitch, a pull on the leach sent her out of the shower with the paws skidding on the wet tiles and I continued to make sure that nothing smelly was left on the floor.
I picked up the leach again where it lied beside my pet that had stood completely motionless at the point where she had stopped skidding, perhaps was that a sign that the new-baked doggie was obedient and didnﾕt do anything that could cause my dissatisfaction. And again, perhaps it simply was shocked from skidding over the bathroom floor nearly avoiding crashing the opposite wall.
We returned into the hall and I continued my explanation of the basic rules of conduct that now was in effect.
'When I get home you will be at the front door, greeting me happily, if not you will receive a similarly hard punishment.'
In the living room I explained that the sofa was strictly off limits and that the only place for a dog was on the floor.
Last we went into the sleeping room, my pet had once again gotten a problem with its walking, and despite me commanding to walk 'heel!' and another strict use of the choking collar I had to slow down while the doggie-woman finished its gag-dampened coughing.
'Last the sleeping room, so are you able to guess where you are permitted in this room from what you have been told earlier?' I asked.
At this point did I get somewhat mollified, since the answer should have been so easy to find, but the stupid bitch lifted the foreleg and stroke the paw against the side of the bed.'
I kicked the dog on the side for being so stupid and gave ten strokes on the butts with the riding crop. 'Wrong answer, try again'.
This time the pet indicated the space beside the bed by lying down directly beside the bed. 'Close enough I guess, well ill tell - its on the floor at the far end of the bed. But only on the times when you have gotten invited here - understood?'
A small nod could be seen, smaller than the straps would have permitted, but the message certainly had gotten trough.
On the Sunday we went trough the paces in the house again, Irina certainly had began to learn walking with her new stiff legs. It was still awkward but she improved.
But I never more explained things the way I had that first day, I shouldnﾕt need to, from that moment on I started to address my former lover as the pet that she now should become. With phrases like 'Good doggie!' when she did things right, and practicing commands like 'Stay!', 'Down!' and 'Sit!'
That evening she was permitted to eat my leftovers from the previous day in the dog bowl on the floor while I watched.
Even though I had left the ring gag in place she managed really well, scooping up the food with her tongue as well as lapping up the water.
I noted that she had to spit out any bigger lumps so I made a note to myself of running the food trough the blended to make a goo that she could eat without chewing.
After eating I brushed her teeth and reinserted the dildo gag to give her something to suck on, yes I certainly did intend to let her mouth be trained to please me, but as kinky as things were I was happy to take her doggystyle for quite a number of the following nights in the basket as I done the first evening.
The following days I managed to teach her how to greet master doggy style when I got home from work, by wiggling her behind she soon learned to make the tail swing really nicely. It actually only took a few days for her to settle in this new role. Settle in with the basic concepts thatﾕs it.
And I have a strong suspicion that Irina thought this setup only was a new play that had been triggered by her remark on me not being enough cruel as a Master, and that I would also tire of this new game so that she only would have to endure a this a limited time.
She was of course dead wrong.
Another week had passed, each day I asked by pet at least twice if any limb had gotten numb during the night or when I got home from work.
One thing that couldnﾕt be simulated on any computer was how a female, lets rather say that 'doggie-woman', would be able to live in such restrains for any longer time.
It turned out that this plastic cocoon was superior to any other solution, even though the doggie-woman would be strictly restrained, there wouldnﾕt be any strong pressure on the limbs or just about any part of the body of the kind that would be cause by any garment of leader or even textiles for that matter.
So she would have good blood circulation even when encased in the carapace with folded arms and everything.
During the first time I did in fact do regular checkups for any signs of problems when my pet was asleep - since I put a sleeping pill or two in the food when I prepared it in the blender which
made it possible for me to conduct my investigation without interruption.
I really donﾕt know if I had gotten the design right from the start or if my pet simply had the right characteristics, I was just lucky since all went well.
All things working as intended and since my sub now had learned the basic parts it was time to take her the next step of her training.
I had stopped to use the ring gag in tandem with the dildo gag when I noted the arrangement was too strict causing cramps for my doggies jaw.
This didnﾕt mean that I stopped using it, to the contrary. She was to be turned into my property, my doggie, so no freedom of the mouth could be permitted at any time. During the nights, and the days she had to wear the muzzle-gag. This acted as a silencer so there be no noise when I was sleeping in the bedroom. While I was at home my doggy usually had to use the ring gag, this permitted the doggie to lick my hand as well as feed and drink whenever it needed so.
Each day she was leached at her basket, but I allowed so much slack that my doggie enough had range to reach the dog bowls filled with water and food as well as the litter box I made her use in the corner.
It was obvious that my doggie had a hard time accepting the fact that she from now on would have to eat all her meals with a ring gag in the mouth.
To stop her from developing any ideas that could be turned into open revolt I welded a small cross or x-frame in the toolshop of my work where the arms had exactly the same length as the bitch limbs.
When the x-frame had been brought home I ordered my pet to lie down on the floor on her back.
I quickly locked the d-rings of each limb to the ends of the frame and then left the bitch to steam off any ideas of resistance.
In the morning the doggie was all tears, trying to caress me with the muzzled head. I took the x-frame by two arms and slowly carried it into the shower and left closing the door by saying, 'Do your worst in there, but its best that you are finished in the evening since you will have no other time
but to eat and get ready for your evening punishment when I get back tonight'. And that is what happened, after iﾕve used the shower handle to clean up the pool under the doggie I released the pet and leached it to walk into the kitchen. When we got there I served the first meal of dogfood straight out of the can.
As expected the doggie ate the food, even though it was remarkably slow and without enthusiasm.
So that night she learned, this might sound rough, but she had to learn quickly, there was no other option than she would have to tend to herself as much as possible to save me time for my own projects. So refusing food was no option. The whole idea of turning her into a puppy had after all been to save me time instead or creating more work for me as a trainer.
While eating finally had become unproblematic, there turned out to be some problems with the other end. A few days later my puppy had left a pile on the floor right beside the basket.
As with any other dog this misbehaviour can be corrected by pushing the muzzle into the litter - having the bitch to smell its own faeces certainly did cause considerable distress and the bitch did also learn this lesion the hard way.
I did intend to give my doggie more freedom later as the summer arrived, first in the house but later on also on the backyard.
But overall it was a quiet and at least for me enjoyable routine that lasted over several weeks and months, most basically that I got very busy at work and didnﾕt have time for any more training of the kind I had intended. I did however come up with a name for my pet, Ginger, and one engraved plate with that name was glued to the posture collar which I started to use from this point onwards.
It was during this time that my doggie did show one amazing ability to handle an threatening situation.
Some do leave a radio or TV on to make it sound that someone are at home during the day to keep burglars away, I simply didnﾕt but it turned out instead that Ginger wasnﾕt just a pet but once even proved to be a really good watchdog!
One day when I got home from work there were scrape marks on the locks of the front door, when I got in I found that Ginger had turned both the water bowl upside down and somehow had twisted both paws from the ends of the forelegs, I was about to go finding the iron cross and the dog whip when it struck me that the scrape marks and Gingers unusual behaviour might be connected.
I went back outdoors and looked at the door, the marks were certainly fresh, then I went in again and turned on the light.
Several shallow round indentions on the inner side of the door told another part of the story.
I came to the conclusion that someone had attempted to pick the lock of my front door and that Ginger had reacted to the sounds one or several intruders by making a hell of a noise on the inside scaring the burglar or burglars away.
Ginger was in fact unusually enthusiastic to see me this time, while I studied the inside of the door the bitch almost humped my leg in enthusiasm while pushing its muzzle rhythmically at my crotch that I almost got a hard-on before I finally found the leach and clipped it to the ring that connects to the choker inside the collar. A sharp twist to the side left brought the bitch back on all fours on the floor gasping for air.
'Easy now' I cooed, 'its good to be a happy dog, but only when given the command "play" and I patted Ginger on the head saying, 'But you HAVE been a good doggie today', Ginger turned the head as much as it was possible with the straps and posture collar towards me, its eyes shining of joy when learning that Master wasnﾕt truly anger at doggie.
Since I had a pretty good picture of what have happened the doggie got a rewarded for its good behaviour that evening and night.
First it got to share a bit of the same food as Master have eaten, not at the same time as Master was eating of course. But when I had finished I have some scraps left and even a bit of steak.
Ginger were sitting beside the table in its doggie begging position forelegs outstretched, I bent over to remove the muzzle gag but as always replaced it with the ring gag.
Ginger happily licked my fingers getting a taste of the sauce of the steak.
Then I cut the meat in very small pieces and used a fork creating mashed potatoes and blended it all with the sauce and small pieces of meat to feed Ginger very small titbits at a time.
The bitch licked and used the tongue to scrape the food against the gum since no chewing was possible, but it was obvious that Ginger enjoyed the taste, the face showing a feeling of complete bliss.
It was quite disgusting actually and I would have lost my appetite if I havenﾕt already eaten, and perhaps even then. But this was one such a special time when Ginger actually have saved my home from intruders that I let the doggie enjoy the best it could.
Afterwards we went into the bathroom to brush Gingers teeth with the extra strength doggie toothpaste, the anti bacterial paste that had turned out to be the best choice for this bitch to have healthy gums and teeth when wearing the muzzle gag for such extended periods.
I cleaned and rinsed the dildo really well for once, instead of leaving quite a bit of soapy water on it before I turned over to attach it to Gingers head.
The doggie expressed a slight disappointment with a whine and the head turned down but quickly raised it again so Master could get it in place most easily.
'Heel' I commanded and we went into the living room, we sat down to watch TV and since this was a special day I helped Ginger up in the sofa by pulling on the d-ring at the small of its back and Ginger lied down beside me, the doggie folded the forelegs under the body and snuggled the muzzle close to my thigh.
I stroked Gingers hair absentmindedly while watching the news and then changed the channel to a rerun of CSI I had missed the previous season. When it was over and zapping trough the channels didnﾕt bring up any interesting my attention went back to Ginger.
I put a hand under the doggies shin and looked into its eyes, then asked, 'This being a day when you have proven yourself to be a good doggie, so you will get one more reward and that be your wish'.
Ginger went down from the sofa walked over the floor trailing the leach behind her over to the bedroom door and pointed with her right paw where she wanted to go. I stepped up and walked over to Ginger and asked with a dawning realization, 'So doggie wants to be in Masters bed tonight?'
Ginger nodded emphatically up and down as much as the posture collar and the straps around it permitted. I opened the door and for once let Ginger walk in first on her own accord, I really wondered what extent her wish would take.
But she indicated the cross that I had happened to forget storing in the walk-in closet with the same right paw and then held same paw over the muzzle.
I had a hunch on what the dogs wish might be so I helped Ginger get up into the bed giving the order to get down on the belly and brought the cross.
I locked the d-ring at the end of each limb to the corner of the cross with padlocks and then released the studded tit-strap that my bitch had worn hardly pulled for some time in one attempt to create a double set of tits turning her into an even more realistic facsimile of a true bitch.
I turned the bitch over and then undressed myself and only the sight of my bitch spread eagled with the folded up limbs did turn me on to a substantial degree - not strange really since it had been quite some time since we have had any sex in the bed.
I lied down beside Ginger who were flipping the eyes from me then looking downwards, I asked, 'what is it?' the tits? Ginger shook the head and I guess it was the crotch pad the bitch wanted to have removed so I unlocked in and by twisting it to the left it came off the hinge and I could put it on the bedroom table.
I put my hand down her legs and could tell that the bitch really was in heat, all wet. I bent over and noted the pussy was quite red with patterned red dots, this due to the spikes of the punishment pad that I had used almost daily the previous days to keep Ginger in line.
But once again Ginger did the same eye movement and then barked twice, I was really surprised since we either only have had oral sex or doggy style intercourse since the day I put her in the doggie suit carapace.
This was the day when I had promised Ginger to ask for anything so I immediately removed the muzzle gag .
She immediately started to pout with her lips and I bent over kissing her, then I moved over so I was on top of my pet and despite her being so severely restrained she started to move the pelvis up and down. And Ginger didnﾕt need to ask any longer, I knew what the bitch wanted.
To have sex and at the same time also get warm kisses from her sadistic lover at the same times as she got impaled.
We humped wildly and this time it brought both of us to one orgasm.
We lied still for a while quite exhausted when Ginger started to whine again looking towards the ring gag that was beside her head.
'So you want it back?' I asked, which Ginger replied with by opening the mouth to have the gag inserted.
Ginger whined again looking downwards, this wish didnﾕt need any further explanation. I pulled the x-frame downwards and rolled over t the side to get Gingers mouth close to my sex
and the bitch started to suck and lick my shaft clean and even managed to give me a second erection.
I released the forepaws and legs and Ginger stood up on all fours looking at me still on the bed drenched in sweat. Some drool dripped form from the side of her mouth when it looked at the bedroomtable and me back and fourth and then finally turned around.
I picked up the crotch piece and locked it back in place between the buttocks.
I put my hand uncertainly on the on the knob, Ginger who felt the weight made rotating motions with the pelvis so I did give it a few turns until the spiked plate pressed into the pussy with its ordinary pressure. Finally Ginger seemed satisfied and went down from the bed forelegs first and then turned sidewise to get one aft leg to the floor. Eventually Ginger left the bedroom and returned to the basket in the hall while I quickly fell asleep.
As time passed I even have started dating submissive women again, I meet a few on the net, and a few in the SM club which is in a city thatﾕs at some four hours drive away from my home. I might be a decent chap, doesnﾕt look too bad really, but I really know thatﾕs its my dungeon and my experience as a Master that attracts these women. A small number have even come to visit for a session, one even smaller number have stayed a whole extended weekend.
I really donﾕt think they would be open-minded enough to meet Ginger though.
So during those times I lock Ginger into a wrought iron dog cage in the basement.
Since itﾕs made for one ordinary dog its somewhat smallish, especially due to the fact that Gingers stiff legs prevents the doggie from lying down properly.
My bitch will either end up standing on all fours, but most commonly it folds the front paws under the body lying down with the head to rest or sleep while standing on the rear legs with the pussy fully exposed when I get in there.
When I do Ginger certainly show that doggy is happy to meet master by pushing the buttocks towards the rear end of the cage making the pussy available to Masters touch.
Well when in the cage I usually donﾕt use the crouch piece, since it often causes one even worse mess in the cage than with it on. Having to be hose it down and scrubbed regardless since the doggy certainly donﾕt hold its pee or crap for three days.
On those times Ginger gets a bowl of water and dog food which makes it possible for the doggy to avoid getting completely starved.
I donﾕt trust Ginger with the ring gag however, but I equip my doggy with the face muzzle on these times. The dog food will then have to be processed in my mixer, even so it takes one amazingly long time for Ginger to suck it up, yes I know how long, the room in the basement got a window facing the backyard and I watched from a sun chair drinking beer on one really nice spring day. If Ginger was there to give me a bit of rest or if it was for punishment I cant recall right now - it could have been for either since I put Ginger in the dog cage for both purposes and when I just feel like having the bitch out of the way for a while.
When not occupied with other submissive women I have set up a routine for each morning; I start the day by unleashing doggie from the ringbolt in the hall and make it go heel to the bathroom door where I command 'Wait!'
My doggie then sits down on the rear with the forelegs in the inviting ready position.
I remove the dildo gag and put on the ring gag. Then I walk into the shower to have a hot good steaming shower. When i'm finished and have gotten my robe I command doggie to come in and while I brush the teeth and have a shave doggie will put its ring gagged muzzle against my sex and lick it up and down to show its devotion to the Master.
After licking my dick until I have come Ginger will close the eyes and with one content expression on the face the bitch will move to the side of the washing bin trying to be out of the way when I get the items like the punishment bra or other items my doggie might wear for the duration of the day.
Ginger often manage to give me one orgasm in the morning, and thatﾕs good both for doggie and myself, those mornings I am happy and satisfied when I eventually get to work and doggie will get a bowl so it can eat as much as needed. Neither will doggie get the spiked plate pressed into the pussy or have to wear the punishment bra. Even though doggie greets me happily when I come home, the trail of dried tears show that those items causes considerable pain.
When I have gotten dressed I take the leach leading Ginger into the kitchen, I make my own breakfast as well as the doggie food in the mixer.
On those times Ginger sits in its ready position, and I leave her there beside the food and water dog bowl at least until Iﾕve gotten seated and started to eat.
Occasionally I donﾕt give the doggie permission to eat at all, which brings a wonderful expression of disappointment to doggiesﾕ eyes.
When we both have eaten doggie will to come over to the side of my chair to lick my hand showing that it is thankful for the food, we go back to the bathroom to let doggie relieve itself.
I will then sit down on the toilet seat and command Ginger to 'Sit!' The bitch sits down on its knees and I get the toothpaste and the special extra strength doggie toothpaste. I brush quickly and efficiently around the mouth, with the ring gag in place thereﾕs really no problem getting at every space inside. Ginger doesnﾕt protest, but the frown on the forehead show that
the strong toothpaste or the rough brush causes quite some discomfort or pain, perhaps both.
But its necessary, since one can hardly bring Ginger to one veterinarian, or any dentist for that matter, so when a tooth is cracked or decayed thereﾕs only one thing to do and that is to pull it out.
I've been lucky so far that only one tooth had to come out yet, and that one was cracked early on when I gave Ginger some bones so that doggie had something to do while I was indoors using the internet and phone to arrange with some sales for the plastic plant.
Finally I insert the dildo gag back in place. When its time to leave I bring doggie with me to the basket tying the leach to the ringbolt for the day.
I allow doggie somewhat more slack nowadays, so it is able to get to get out of the basket and drink from the water bowl for example. In the evening when I get home Iﾕm greeted by a very happy and grateful doggie. Putting the muzzle up my crotch it always will attempt to get me exited, and this is not only permitted but also rewarded.
Such a happy greeting when I get home from work will mean that the bitch will be released of the muzzle gag sooner, having it replaced by the ring gag thatﾕs used in the evening and rarely at night. When it has been fitted in place the bitch licks my hand as a thank you.
If there have been no littering on the floor, which would get doggie x-framed and severely punished I unleash it and I made the doggie walk heel into the kitchen.
After my promotion I now eat various delicacies daily, whereas Ginger gets its sole sustenance from dry dog food in the mornings and canned dog food at night.
I think that smelling the odour of my delicious meal while having to eat the smelly dog food enforces the idea for Ginger of its proper place as a doggie.
What my doggie thinks about all this?
I really donﾕt know, the very few times the dog have been left without muzzle or ring gag it really havenﾕt attempted to speak, I certainly have discouraged the doggie from making any sound in any case.
I donﾕt think it objects to this existence too much, there several reasons for me to think so.
Ginger certainly have never done any attempts of running away when I left the bitch running free in the backyard that I sometimes let it do in the summer.
All I need to do is to whistle and Ginger will come as fast as the stubby legs permits.
And Ginger certainly likes my company, comes over with the doggie muzzle pushing it into my crotch asking for sexual attention. I still let doggie lick my dick in the morning, Ginger might keep me company when I watch TV in the evening but she will eventually end up leached it in the basket for the night.
When I leave for work doggie howls silently in loneliness when I am to close the door, yes despite the dildo gag I hear the sound faintly and sometimes I hear a silent whimpering when I come home trough the side door from the garage.
But she immediately appears enthusiastic enough despite the tear trailed face and reddish eyes, even smiling with its eyes when I get around to play with my doggie.
But it isnﾕt that often nowadays, and when the bitch gets unruly I put it in the x-frame, whips the tits and pussy red before I put on a surgical glove and spread cinnamon over the tits and twat.
Next comes the punishment bra pulled tight, on those times I add a remote trainer for the crotch, it have been modified with a microphone and one and a bit of electronics that closes the circuit any time a sound is made. Any sound and the bitch will get one electric shock.
I leave the bitch there for the day and sometimes night to think things over.
When I come into the hallway it sometimes dare to look at me begging for mercy with its tear-filled eyes yet quickly averting my eyes by looking down to the floor to avoid angering me further.
I only give it a minimum of water on those times, and no food whatsoever the bitch need to loose a bit of weight actually. Else Ginger might risk outgrowing to doggie suit carapace, so a bit of diet only serves the bitch right.
The original Irina-person was a masochist that liked to be strictly controlled and rather got hornier when severely beaten. And those punishments certainly increase doggiesﾕ eagerness to please.
Nowadays doggie is well conditioned for this life and lives for the approval I give when behaving as a good dog, licking my hand or dick whenever the face muzzle comes off.
On the one year anniversary of getting my pet doggie I brought Ginger into the living room by her leach, sat down on the sofa unzipped my pants and for once I also removed the crotch piece. I tapped with my foot and Ginger eagerly accepted the invitation and humped my shoe until the doggie came with one amazing orgasm. If all goes well with the dog training I might give Ginger the same birthday gift also the next year ﾐ only time will tell.
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