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How I came to be a Pet Tammy
It happened this way: My master was secretly infatuated with me but I was married to an evil man
who eventually took my beloved son away from me. I had my virtues but, more I had my dream to
recover my son any way that I could even if it meant humoring this evil man into returning with my son
and living my days thereafter with the terrorist to be with my son. Thus, I had no use for any man's
infatuations or affections and my would be master was deeply hurt by my rejections.
There came, though, a point where this infatuated man could return my son to me by his own
wits and doing. In my womanly wisdom, I understood him to be a man of great pride who would
need me to prove myself to him in order for him to recover my son. He would need, too, to be
personally rewarded. So, I threw myself at his feet, figuratively and literally. I went to him and
begged him to help me get my son promising that I would do anything for him that he wished.
He said, "I want you to want me as badly as I have wanted you. I want you to crave all of me
as I have craved so long for you. You do not.... yet."
"This is true." I thought but I said nothing for what could I say that would inspire him to take on
the ordeal? I did not think that he would be so inspired by a lament about a mother's heartache.
(This turned out to be untrue as I found out later. He loved my son and would have come to my aid
when he realized the peril in any case.) So there was silence, a seemingly long silence. I watched
him as he studied something beyond me. He was thinking. Then he said, " Come here."
I got up from my chair and walked over to him standing in front of him. He asked me to turn
around facing away from him and to get on my hands and knees. I did without word trembling. I
looked down at the carpet telling myself that I could do what ever he had in store for me because I
could have my son for it. He could never do me the harm that had been done by my evil husband. I
could care less about my sense of dignities or personal fears.
I felt him pull my panties down to leave my ass exposed. I shook a little more. He said, "You
have a beautiful ass. Delectable. I am an ass man. Now, say to me:' Thank you, sir, for exposing my
ass'." I gulped, but said so quietly that it was almost inaudible "Thank you". I was still staring at the
floor. He said in a patient tone " Raise your head and repeat exactly as I say for this is a test.
'Thank. L, for exposing my ass for you to delight in'." I gulped and raised my head to repeat his
words, "Thank you, L, for exposing my ass for you to delight in'." Yet, he could barely hear me and so
I had to say it three more times, louder each time, until he was satisfied. I was crying by now.
Rubbing my ass cheeks tenderly he said, "Oh, no! This won't do!. You should not be crying for I
will not hurt you." I replied, "But I'm scared."
"You're scared? You don't need to be. Perhaps, if I explain to you where we are going in this
venture, you will not be so afraid. What do you think? Would that help?"
"Yes! Yes!" I agreed enthusiastically starting to get up and put myself together. He stopped me.
"Stay where you are and how you are. It will help you register what I am about to say and, I think, for
now, you will feel better not to look at me. So look straight ahead or down at the floor as you wish."
"There is who I am and who you are. I know who I am and I believe that I am the man you
need. I am a man of certainties. I am certain of many things and I must be certain of all things. You
are uncertain about alot of things. You especially do not trust men and that is understandable. You
wed a weak boy and he has done this horrible thing to you not because he is so powerful but
because he only preys on those who can do little. He is truly weak. I am not and neither are you.
You are a very strong woman."
"Here's the problem: You are never ever going to trust a man again no matter how much he
proves himself. The ability has been damaged too far and there's nothing that you can do about it.
You just can't reason this damage away. Yet, I have to have you trust me because that is the
fundamental block to respect and I must have your respect. There is something that I can do for you
to trust me and, although, it doesn't make much sense, it's because it doesn't, that it will work. You're
going to surrender to me and I am going to reward you with sensations for each surrender. What is
going to be replace the reasoning is the sensation." He was now reaching between my legs to pet
my pussy and finger my clit. I could feel myself involuntarily wetting up and groaning.
He commented, "This is good. See what I mean? Here you are before me offering your ass to me
and you are feeling pleasure even though you are afraid. I have some more to say but while I am
saying it, I want you to stroke yourself. So, lean on your shoulders."
I did as he said now my face was pressed against the floor making my ass protrude out
farther. The carpet was catching my tears.
" Go ahead, stroke yourself." L commanded.
I did while he said nothing further. The quiet was focusing to me. I was no longer there in that
room on my haunches before this man but going somewhere warm and pleasant. His voice brought
me back to my place but not to discomfort.
"From now on your tears will speak of relief and gratitude to me. You may cry and you may cry
out but I will know these gutterals as appreciation for your release. Do you understand?"
"Yes." I responded not sure that I understood but feeling at the moment some relief as he had
proclaimed.
" I will be using your ass alot. I am an ass man, as I said. I like to look at asses and I like to be
in asses. You will like when I am in yours. Have you ever been fucked in your bum hole?", he asked.
"Yes" I said, offering no more. I had been fucked there many years ago. It had been quite
painful as I remembered.
"Did your husband use your ass hole?"
"No."
" I will. I will routinely. I will everyday probably. You will want me to fuck that hole. You will beg
me, too."
I did not think so but I wasn't going to disagree with him and I was moving in and out of the
reality before me or behind me as it were. I was getting hotter and hotter with my own stimulation.
He continued "As a rule, I won't use lubrication. You'll learn to make yourself ready for my
entry into your bum on your own. You'll be trained to do so. Remember Pavlov's dog training? It will
be same way for you: The stimulus to open up will be provided and you will relax and wet up
immediately. However, today we will use lubrication. Go into my kitchen and get some Crisco."
I was stunned back into the present. I said without thinking "Please, no. I just can't..."
"Of course, you can. You can do anything for your son's return, right?"
I said nothing looking down at the carpet.
"Right?" He asked again
"Right." I agreed half heartedly and started to get up to go retrieve the Crisco.
"No, you crawl there. You're going to spend alot of time on all fours. Think first to be on all
fours, think asking permission to be in any other position with me, okay?"
"Okay" I said and scampered as quickly as I could into the kitchen to get away. My panties were
still down to my mid thigh impeding my crawl and keeping my ass in view. I got to the kitchen and sat
down against a cupboard to get a grip. Could I do this? Before I could answer my thought, I heard
him walking to the kitchen. Without thinking I got back on all fours. How quickly I had been trained!
He stode past me and reached into an upper cupboard bringing out the can of Crisco. He
brought it down to the floor before me.
"Here. Open it" He commanded and as I did he further instructed me to smear some on my back
side. I took a little out of the can with my two fingers of my right hand. Tears were coming again.
"Take the grease in both hands, dear one, and push it into that hole of yours."
I reached pulled some of the white lard out of the can with my left hand as well. I was sitting up
on my knees by now and tried to reach under myself to discreetly smear the grease into the crevice.
" I think you need to be on your shoulders again, my dear. Let's bow forward and get that ass
up so I might see you making yourself ready for your butt fuck." He recommended.
I started sobbing hard "Oh, please...."
"Oh please? Oh please what?" but he didn't wait for me to answer and instead said. " You say,
"Please, L, please let me show you how well I make myself ready for you to fuck my ass. Please let
me delight you in that way.."
I couldn't. I was sobbing so hard. I felt him reach between my legs from behind and start
stroking my pussy and clit again while his forearm rubbed against the greased crevice. Soon, I felt
myself thrusting against his arm "sling" and heard myself groaning.
"Feels good, right?" He said as he pushed my face down on the floor with his other hand and I
could no longer feel that cradle in my crevice. I wanted it though, I wanted it. I flailed my bottom in
search of the arm moaning "Oh, oh!"
"Okay, my pet, try again: Apply the grease to your asshole as I said."
I didn't hesitate this time. With gobs in both hands and with ass up I grabbed for my bum hole
and spread the white matter on.
"Now, hold your cheeks apart for me." He commanded and then explained "This is how you will
do this from now on. It will open your hole a little and more importantly it will show me that you are
ready for my fuck. You will find it alot easier to hold yourself open if you do not need to be greased."
I pulled my cheeks apart with both hands but my fingers slipped with the grease. "Try again"
He demanded and this time I was able to hold my cheeks wide.
"A cute little pink mouth, I see. Here's something to feel in it first" I heard just as I felt
something warm pushed in my puckered orifice. My torso bolted up with the insert. L was crouching
over me, his face next to mine. The warm thing was removed and I felt that pleasant pressure again
of the sling against my crevice. He was rubbing my pussy again.
"All right. We'll take this slow. Go ahead and dance on my arm, my dear one. Move that twat up
and down on it. Yes. That's a girl. My girl. My pet. You are going to be my pet, you know. You will
be my house broken pet. In my house that means that you will do everything I want and more you
will want to do it. You will beg for it."
I was moaning as I ground on his arm.
"See, you want right now, don't you?"
" Yes!" I said almost breathlessly.
"You want something in you, right?"
"Yes."
" You'll have that but not in your cunt this time. You'll take it in that hungry little pink mouth" He
instructed and back in came that warm thing into my arse hole. This time it did not hurt and it stayed.
It also moved in back and forth in and out. Then my butt was moving with it.
"See, now you're dancing on my finger. Let's see you dance on two fingers" In came another
warm insert stretching me with some pain.
"Oh! Oh!" I cried pushing away but those fingers pushed harder and I was stuck. I stopped
motionless hoping the thrusts would stop but they did not. He kept on without hearing my cries and
soon, I, felt an aching needing sensation. I was grunting my "Oh's now"
"See? See, you're grunting like a sow now. I knew you would!" He chuckled.
"What do you want now, my little piglet?"
I wanted more. I knew I wanted more. I could not help myself from whispering "I want to be
fucked."
"What? I didn't hear you?" He responded.
"I want to be fucked" I said a little louder. I was saying it several more times until I was yelling it
as I fucked on his fingers.
"Where, piglet? Say where."
"In my ass" I hissed through my teeth.
"Ask me for it then. Ask me very nicely" He demanded.
" Please... Please... fuck my ass" I asked quietly.
"That's pretty good. I like the quiet plead. But let's do it correctly the first time so you'll do it
right every time. Now beg for it this way" Please, L, honor me with your cock in my ass. I will be so
grateful."
I returned "I will be so grateful if you would fuck my ass."
"Good but not perfect. Try again" He commanded as he kept those fingers flickering in and out
of my nether hole. The ache was so exquisite in me that I didn't stop myself from the words
necessary:
"Please so honor me by fucking my bum!"
"Bum hole, dear, the hole is the thing I will fuck."
" Okay, my bum hole, my bum hole. I want you to fuck my bum hole. Please! " I cried
desperately.
"Rise." He commanded with his fingers still in my backside orifice. I struggled up by my hands
as I felt his fingers and hand pulling up me up by my ass. It was as if my butt were now a handle to
pull and push. He pushed me towards the living room with that handle. I waddled in the restraints of
my half shorn panties.
"Keep those cheeks spread. Pull them apart!" He yelled. Now I was bent over to hold my
cheeks apart while keeping my balance. .His hand pushed up more lifting my tail higher until I was on
my toes as I made my way to the living room I could not bear the thought of the sight I made: Bent
over and desperately waddling across the room with that arm driving me.
"Okay. Now bend over the back of the sofa" He said as he pushed me to it. The arm and
fingers were suddenly gone and I wailed with desperation.
" Grind, grind those hips for me to see how hungry you are for your butt fuck, dear one." I did.
I am ashamed to say that I did without a moment's thought. But nothing came back to me. I heard
myself ask " Am I doing it right?"
" No, you say 'Does this please you, master?' Say it correctly."
"Master?" I asked confusedly.
"Yes. Master. I am now your master. Say it."
"Does this please you, master?" I said quickly wanting the relief he promised me.
"Does what please me, pretty piglet?"
"What?" I asked again confused.
"What? What do you want to know about what pleases me? That you have begged to be
reamed in your ass? That you have spread the grease on yourself like a pig? That you have danced
on my fingers? That You have let yourself enjoy the debasement? That I was right that you would
have to surrender? That your ass is bobbing before me with anticipation What is it you want to
know?" He asked?
"I don't know want to know anything except that cock in my ass!" I cried out in frustration.
"You'll get that but only when you have wished first to please me. So you had better start
asking if you are..." He said with a laugh.
" Umm.... okay. Do I please you to be bobbing my butt up and down like this?" I responded
quickly.
"Yes, it pleases me that you are in heat like a dog."
" Oh please! Please just fuck me, now!"
"Fuck you? But I'm not ever going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck one of my holes. Let's get
that straight right now. You are mine. Those are my holes. You call them that. Now beg it that way.
Beg "Please fuck the shit hole, master."
Now I was crying into the sofa but I begged him as he wanted. "Please, fuck the shit hole
master."
"But you haven't found out yet what pleases me!"
I protested, "Yes, I did!"
Smack! Immediate burning pain to my left ass cheek with the admonition, " Never ever argue
with me!" I yelped.
"Okay! How have I pleased you?"
" You haven't yet. You will though in a minute." He said. With that I felt this stabbing pain in
my back side. I shreiked. "Oh, my God". I could not get away from it because his pushed against me
into the couch. He did not move for a couple moments. Then he withdrew slightly and slowly. He
pushed in again. Then out. Then in and out. I felt now no pain but a great fullness and the aching
was mounting more. I was thrusting now against him and he hit harder and harder.
"This is good for you, Yes?" He inquired.
" Yes, oh yes!" I heard myself say.
" You want this again, right?"
I shook my head in vigorous agreement.
"What will you do to get more?"
Me:"Anything"
L: " Anything? Tell me what anything means."
"I will grease myself up and pull my cheeks apart to show you if you desire."
" No. You won't grease unless I want. You will keep that ass available and this hole open.
You'll show me that when I want. And you will do more won't you? You'll do surrenders time after
time, won't you? You'll do and be anything I expect, right?"
"Umm.. Ohh.... Yes." I groaned.
"Good. Now that's what satisfies me!" He exclaimed But his cock was gone!
"What?!?" I screeched when he had pulled out to leave my bum hole gaping and salivating.
"Just stay as you are." And he was gone to the sounds of my whimpering. I stood in the
position bent over the couch with hands grasping my ass cheeks, excuse me, now called "the ass
cheeks" because they were not mine anymore. Nothing was mine anymore but that fire in my belly; a
fire, seeming only to be quenched by his meaty cock.
Thoughts started to push themselves into my consciousness. The thought of how I looked
prostrate over the couch with ass and hole exposed for seemingly no reason. I felt the first lingering
sense of humiliation but footsteps came to break the thought. I looked toward the sound but could
not see the origins behind me. Then I felt this ice cold intruder into the ass hole forced in quickly and
something flickered at my thighs with a light touch. I gasped with the surprise and the immediate
cramping of bowel. His figure came around the front of the couch with that big dick sticking straight
out of his pants.
"You're dirty. Clean me up.... with your mouth" He pushed the head of his penis against my lips.
I turned my head away to see for the first time a mirror; more, myself in the mirror. Something was
flailing around from my ass.
"Anything, remember? Open the mouth and suck me clean." He commanded.
Hestatingly I opened "the mouth" and flicked my tongue a little on the bulbous head of his dick.
I could smell my nether hole smell but the taste was different: It was like liverwurst. He shoved his
dick in and I gagged.
"Suck, sweetie! Suck it good if you want it back in the shit hole." He yelled.
I did. Tears came as I did but my cry was muffled by the gag stuck in my mouth. I closed my
eyes. I felt a hand tossling my hair and stroking my head. I heard
"That's a good girl. Go ahead and cry. You've earned it and you've got alot to cry about. Did
you see yourself in the mirror? What a picture! Do you like it?"
I said nothing just sucked. The cramp was gone and now there was a soothing sensation
emmanating from my backside. Still, I needed that butt fuck again.
"What do you see in the mirror? Do you see the carrot stuck in the hole?" He asked.
A carrot! That's what it was! The carrot top was what was flailing about and tickling my thighs.
My God!
He thrust harder "Well, do you see it?" He demanded in question. I nodded my head. I
couldn't speak.
"This is what it means to do anything, my dear. But you'll do more than wear a carrot in you:
You'll wear more than that and you'll want it. You'll tell me how much you want it." He explained.
He was right. It wasn't too long into my promise that I wore more and I begged for it all. Within
a week I was crawling to the fridge to carry the carrot back to him with a hopeful look that he would
stuff the hole with it. I carried it between my teeth. My hands were of little use to me anymore except
to show him how hungry the holes were but that's another story for another time.
He pulled me over the couch by grabbing my ass cheeks and then he grabbed my hair and led
me scampering to follow him to the mirror. He took the mirror down from the wall and placed it on the
floor in front of me.
"Take off your panties and get back on all fours with your ass facing the mirror."
I did as he said and he sat down in front of me his legs astride my body. I knew without
instruction to resume sucking on his cock. I buried my face in his crotch.
"The hole is puckering" He announced. "That says you are a cock sucker, don't you think?"
I nodded.
"You're going to be my cock sucker. You're going to suck cock alot because you want my cock
stuffed my bum hole, right?"
I nodded and kept sucking with eyes closed. I could just think sensation not image.
" Now turn your head and look in the mirror. Get that carrot top wagging like a happy tail if you
want me back in the dirty hole."
I gyrated my hips a little but it wasn't enough for him.
"Come on, my pet, wag it well!. Wag your tail hard to tell me how happy you are to get fucked
in the ass. There you go, that' a girl. That tail is wagging well. Look!"
He grabbed my face between his hands and pushed it towards the mirror. I caught a glimpse
of that horrid carrot poking itself out of my ass in all its riducuousness before I shut my eyes closed
quickly.
" No, don't close your eyes." He reached between my legs to flicker at my clit while his other
hand patted my head and stroked my cheek. The tears were streaming down my face. He licked at
them and kissed them. I felt the craving in my belly begin so badly again as he flicked at my clit. I
could not help it. Again I was thrusting against his hand.
"There, there. Now isn't that better? What do you want, my pretty pet?"
" I want... I... I want... " I garbled " My ass fucked"
Smack! A hand came down on my back side. It stung and I shook.
"Of course, you do... but first, remember, you want only for me to be satisfied and second,
remember, its not your ass anymore. It is mine. So, how do you say it?"
He tutored.
I couldn't remember. I couldn't think. All I could do was thrust and push harder at his hand
against my pussy.
"Cat got your tongue, pretty pet. Okay. Repeat again: Can I have the honor of your cock in
the bum hole?"
I repeated it without looking into the hand stroking my face. "Can...I... please have the honor
of your cok in the bum hole again?"
"You may in time, carrot top. That's what I will call you in public from now on. We will know that
it has nothing to do with the color of your hair but rather the thing hanging out of your ass when you
need it. Now, look long at that ass. Go ahead. You can now because you want another
stuffing. Do you see the greenery sprouting out of the hole and the carrot head peeking out. Isn't it
cute?"
I looked and looked past but still I could see the image and I had the odd sensation of
repulsion and need.
"Answer me: Isn't it cute?"
I nodded affirmatively but he demanded that I say it in words.
"It's cute.... I suppose."
" I guess you'll never think so, right? But I think it is. I guess the best that you can do is
appreciate it will be there and want it there. It cools and soothes. I know. You'll come to accept it as
necessary.... a necessary evil. You'll adjust, I'm sure. Now look again and wag that tail vigorously."
I did as told. I wagged my hips and that tail vigorously.
"Now smile as you do so"
I did that too even though more tears pored out.
"See, now you've shown me how happy you are to have your tail and know that the hole will be
stuffed. Yes, I can see that you are happy and relieved."
He pulled the carrot out of my backside quickly and stuffed it in my mouth ordering me to turn
around. He got up on his knees and honored me by impaling the hole on his dick.
"Now look at yourself!" He commanded.
In front of me was the image of the carrot greens bouncing around my face as my body
bounced on his cock. He fucked hard and I returned in kind over and over with the fire in my belly
shooting up as if a firework as I felt a warm liquid shoot into the shit hole and us both shudder. He
reached bent over and whispered
"There you are, pet: You got your relief. Now show your gratitude: Clean your god up." He
removed the carrot and stuffed it back in the bum hole which was now gaping but so tender. I yelped
but he stuck his dick in my mouth and I gobbled instinctually.
"We can't have you dribbling out all over the carpet can we, carrot top? So you're corked for
now."
When he was satisfied with my tongue abolution, he stuffed his dick back in his pants and held
my head between his two hands.
"Well done... for a beginning. I'll call you sometime this week with news of your son. Now, what
do you have to say for yourself."
I kissed his palm trying to think.
" This is what you can say if its true: You can say: Thank you, master, for what you have done to
me. My ass has been well used and my nature has just been tapped. I owe you my gratitude for my
new condition. I am now your little pet and carrot top."
I said it slowly as he returned my panties instructing me to get dressed in the bathroom, wash
the carrot off and return it to the crisper. I did so. Alone. He had left by the time I came out of the
lavatory. I left quickly feeling for some strange reason so much more violated now than I had when I
on my fours, groping and gulping through my initiation to dogdom.
That feeling would pass quickly, I found out to be replaced with the urge to be again so
violated. I must go now, though, because I have so much to do before he comes tonight .... Maybe, I
will report again, if you like?
His hand pushed up more lifting my tail higher until I was on my toes as I made my way to the
living room
"Bob on the fingers,
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