A Dogs Life
As you know, I run an animal shelter for unfortunate canines left to starve – beaten and abused. They are kept in large cages on my land in Spain and it’s part of my job to clean out their straw beds. I look after ‘my’ dogs well but then as you know I am a kind hearted cruel lady. But never cruel to animals of any kind. The only creature I am prepared to abuse is one with a three-letter name: M-E-N
Well, the other day, one of my slaves asked, yes asked, if he could be treated a one of my dogs – presumably a bitch. I was more than happy to oblige. I told him to come to my place early in the morning, before the sun gets up and heats the valleys and hills of Spain. He did as he was told and spent a whole day locked in one of the empty cages that still needed a good clean out. He was only allowed out for a brief walk – on a collar and chain of course. He had to be on all fours and only bark when told to. Any errant barking would be treated with a harsh kick or brief swish of my horse whip. And as for his ‘tail’ ..a cat o nine tails whip shoved up his arse gave a very good impression of a doggy’s rear end.
Of course he had to clean out the dirty cage when he got back – no dog naps for him. I supervised of course wearing my riding britches and leather boots. If he was caught slacking or eyeing up the other dogs in the surrounding cages, he got a firm boot up the backside. Naturally my boots got a bit dirty what with all the straw and dog mess around. So my little ‘best friend’ was ordered to use his mutt’s tongue to give my black boots a good licking. I wanted to see a reflection of his slavering mouth in the boots. He was good and must have layered a litre of spit on my waiting nut crushers.
When the day was ending, it was time to give doggie a treat – a bowl of tepid water and a bag of dog biscuits which he had to devour in under 2 minutes.
The session ending with letting Fido out of the cage and sending him on his way. But next day – guess what? I got a letter from him. Did you know that mongrels like him could write? Anyway here’s what he said;
‘Dear Mistress Paris,
Thank you so much for letting me serve you as your pet poodle. Although it was hot and smelly in that cage, although I felt really uncomfortable on my all fours, it was such a pleasure to serve you. I am so awe inspired by you. The more you abuse me with your whip, the more you kick me with your riding boots, the more you give me dry dog food – the more I adore you. Your attention to my kinky needs is amazing..you seem to know exactly when I want mistress to whip my hide, kick my arse or whack me with my neck chain. And I love it. I am totally in your power. You could lock me up forever. I am yours to command. I would live in that dog cage for you. I would obey every command. Sit when told. Howl when kicked. Bark at strangers and nuzzle my face on your dirty boots. I am and will always be – your pet, your ‘best friend’