Katalina
I woke up cold.
Remembering where I was, I couldn’t help but fall into despair.
I tried to coil up and generate some warmth, but my legs were stiff from being squeezed together all night. The worst part of this was my full bladder. It was pressing down so hard, urging me to let go, but I dared not.
As a dog, there are rules to be followed.
I can only eat when my master gives me food.
I can only sleep in my dog cage and move on all fours.
I must always have my collar and dog mask on.
I am not allowed to speak human language without permission. I have learned dog languages like barking, whimpering, whining, and panting.
I must always pant with my tongue hanging out in the presence of my master.
I must take permission to pee or go to the toilet. In fact, Huracio intentionally made me drink a large bowl of water the previous night, so as to use a full bladder to punish me in the morning.
As a dog, I have no sense of self. I belong to my master and my only purpose is to please and pleasure him.
This is what I hated most about being Huracio’s pet. Luckily, he only orders me to be a dog as a form of punishment. If I had to do it as a way of life, I would probably just kill myself.
Since I couldn’t pee until morning, the best I could do was distract myself from my full bladder, an almost impossible task. The temptation to just do it and mess the cage up was high, but I dared not. The last time I called his bluff and did so, I ended up cleaning the cage with my tongue. He made me lick off my own urine. I couldn’t stop gagging for a week after that…
Clang, clang, clang.
The sound of iron hitting iron suddenly woke me up from an uneasy sleep. It was finally morning.
I quickly got on my knees and turned to face the room.
Huracio was standing over the cage with a whip in his hand.
The moment I saw that whip, my heart grew cold. The only way to avoid getting whipped is by being excited and eager to please.
“Woof woof.” I barked and started wiggling my waist, making my tail sway around.
“Woof, woof… heh, heh, heh…!!”
I lifted my paws. With my tongue dangling out of my mouth, I started panting.
He just stared at me, his eyes unreadable. I hate it when I can’t figure out his thoughts.
I got on my fours, turned around, and shook my butts at him. “Woof, woof, woof…!!!”
Being locked in a cage this small, there was almost nothing I could do to make myself look good. Wondering if he would ever let me out, and at the same time holding my bladder together was hard work. I soon started sweating, and my panting and wiggling wasn’t just because I was role-playing a dog anymore. But because my bladder was on fire.
I wanted to speak up and beg him to let me go pee. But, I also knew the consequences would be dire.
Finally, the cage door opened, and I quickly rushed out, barking and wagging my tail. I crawled up to him and started licking his leg. He was barefooted and smelled fresh. Meaning, he had taken his bath.
Small favors.
He was probably not that angry.
“Woof, woof, woof!!” I barked and eagerly sniffed his legs. I circled him like an excited dog, then went for his feet again, licking them and rubbing my head against his calves.
“Roll over!” He ordered. His voice was gruff and low.
Struggling to hold my bladder together, I almost missed it. His whip landed on my butt and I yelped like a dog.
“Roll over” he repeated, sounding louder and stern.
I quickly rolled on my back with my legs and hands in the air. I then started whimpering and flapping around like a dog that wanted a belly rub.
Huracio traced my body with the tip of his whip, tickling me. Even if I wasn’t tickled, I was expected to react like a dog getting a good old rub.
“Woof, woof,” I barked and whined, incessantly shaking my waist. Tears started coming down my cheeks as I couldn’t hold the pee in again. I felt a hot stream of escaping pee, slowly making its way down my inner thigh. I gritted my teeth and squeezed my thighs together. Luckily, I wasn’t wearing any panty, therefore he didn’t notice that I had slipped.
Seeing me in so much despair, he smirked knowingly.
He leisurely walked over to a hanger, unhooked a dog leash, and hooked it to one of the several hoops on my collar. He then started dragging me out of the room.
To show my appreciation, I started barking and wiggling my waist even more.
He led me out of the room and made me crawl to the bedroom on all fours. Once in the bathroom, I crawled to the Jacuzzi., crawled into it, then barked at him, waiting for his order.
“Go ahead.” He muttered.
I lifted my right leg, making sure it was well spread out, and started peeing.
“Woof, wuuuu…” Feeling like I was being pinched by a thousand sharp nails, I barked and whimpered. It was the most painful, and the most relieving sensation ever. As satisfying as an orgasm.
Before I was done peeing, he opened the overhead shower and cold water tumbled down my head.
I hate cold water.
It is for the exact reason that Huracio would always make me shower with it during a punishment window as he calls it.
I started yelling and circling the Jacuzzi, playing with the water, making it splash while shaking my wet hair like they were my furs.
Huracio then came in naked. He leathered my body and started washing me up. Unlike before, he didn’t waste time on the washing. He seemed to be in a hurry. The moment he was done rinsing my body, he slid his cock in unannounced and started thrusting.
“Woof, woof..!!”
Caught off guard, I was both shocked and excited. I bent my back and arched my butt up properly, trying to appear more malleable and sexual.
He grabbed my hair and pulled my head backward, forcefully.
The first time he ever did this, I thought my neck was going to snap. But after several such antics, I have learned to mirror his moves, and the pain that comes after such never occurred again.
“Da… woof, woof…”
His dick inside me felt so good, that human words nearly spilled out of my mouth. After a week of nothing, I didn’t mind getting ravaged.
One thing about role-playing is that once you get the hang of it, it becomes easier to get into character. With Huracio virtuously pounding into me, I kept switching between whimpering and barking, depending on his pace and momentum. I got so carried away with being a dog, enjoying his thrusts, and sounding sexy for him,- that when an orgasm hit me, I howled like a husky.
Smack!
He hit my butt so hard, and I yelped with sudden tears stinging my eyes. I wasn’t supposed to climax without permission. But can I be blamed? Each thrust was hitting the spot, making my head buzz like a beehive. Letting go was like jumping down a cliff, holding on was like staying in a circle of fire. It wasn’t burning me, but I was getting cooked from the steams. It was simply overwhelming.
Pah!
Huracio slid out his cock, grabbed me by the hair, and slapped me across the face.
“Woof, woof…!!”
In response, I barked, sounding remorseful and sorry. I tried to lick his foot but he moved it out of the way and gave me another slap.
Whimpering, I fell to the ground, got on my fours again, and rubbed my head against his legs, whining pitifully.
He grabbed my hair again and dragged me up until I was in a kneeling position. He then grabbed my chin and pinched it so hard that my face immediately turned red. I opened my mouth and he thrust his cock in. Having pissed him off, I gathered my core, ready for a bumpy ride.
Every thrust ended somewhere in my throat, and the more I gagged and trembled, fighting for air, the more vicious his slaps and thrusts became.
My head became light and my vision blurred. As I was on the verge of fainting, he smacked my cheeks, bringing me back. He then grabbed the back of my head, pushed all his dick in, and just stayed still, while grinding my face into his crotch.
I struggled and struggled until my strength evaporated. Just as I felt myself slipping away, warm, salty sperm flooded my throat, jostling me back to my senses.
I opened my eyes and watched in awe as Huracio threw his head backward in euphoria. His lips were drawn in, and his eyes were tightly shut. A sense of pride and power surged through me.
That was all me. I made him feel that good. Can that slut do that?… Don’t think about it. Don’t make him angry…Fuck, I want to kill her!…
Once he was done, he released my head and I crumbled to the floor, gasping for breath. My chest was covered in thick, slimy saliva, and my face was as red as raw meat.
Huracio silently cleaned me up and then led me by the leash to the closet. He diligently dressed me up in a blue, furry, dog-jumpsuit costume. The kind I only wear whenever he wants to take me outdoors.
This is not good.