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A dog's life?
I had been a bit slack while my Mistress had been away to visit Sydney
for a few days. Five days to be exact to do as I felt despite my being a
willing loving servant. I thought I had plenty of time to complete my
duties and enjoy myself.
I decided it would be nice to get dolled up then to go into town to have
my hair permed and styled at the hairdressers I wanted to look prettier
and much more feminine I had my finger nails done by the beautician as
well as my toenails polished in a lovely shade of pink. I spent a lot of
time browsing in the department stores trying on skirts and blouses and
of course shoes. I spent what money I had left after buying food and
cleaning materials. I splurged the left over dollars on a new pair of
black pumps with six-inch heels. I liked showing off my stockinged legs
by wearing a shorter skirt that sometimes showed a bit of my slip. I also
wore blouse or dresses that the viewer could always see or just see my
lacy bra I must always reveal more than just a bit of femininity
underneath. People always made side-glances at me like they all do at a
pretty girl.
Occasionally a woman will look enviously at my attire. A few have even
told me they like the outfit I am wearing. I love that sort of remark
from "another" lady Most probably realized that I am not the woman I try
to appear. I like men opening doors for me or being called madam when I
am dressed other than as a maidservant. While I hate men because I love
my Mistress so much. I secretly revel in their treating me like a good
looking woman sometimes touching or patting me on the bum. I know they
can feel the tight lace corsets or girdle I always wear. Men cant seem to
stop touching my waist or hips them at first furtively then more
blatantly especially married men who are completely straight even though
they are accompanied by their wives
I was now worried that my newly purchased high heels shoes might make me
too tall and that would not please my Mistress.
As her servant maid I must always appear or seem to be shorter. I must
always be looked down upon at all times I decided I would still look
servile. I must try to curtsy before her even lower with my head bowed
down so she could look down upon her servant al the time.
My Mistress however came home a day sooner than I expected.
I had just come back from town still in all my finery. She like me to
always answer the door in my maids uniform especially the sexy French
maids. I'm sure the postmen ring the bell to deliver mail to see, ogle or
maybe secretly laugh at my frilly uniform At first I was embarrassed or
felt humiliated when they stared. Now Its become part of my normal life
She really was angry when she found out I had been a bit slack. Even
worse. I had forgotten to feed he huge St Bernard dog and left it on a
chain while I went out to town. The dog ate enormous amounts of food.
Usually fillet steak. Never dreadful smelly dog food
I admitted straight away of course that her dog had not been fed for two
days for two days. Not to would have probably at least double what was
now my fate.
I had forgotten this most important job once before a year ago. I knew
now what was going to be my fate for the next four days I became
terrified .I was scared out of my wits. Last year when she was at home it
had not fed the dog one day. Immediately I got on my knees at her feet. I
began to lick my Mistresses boots immediately licking the dirty and dust
that had built up on the uppers and soles while she was away desperately
trying to make up for my omission.
It was too late. My Mistress reacted. She commanded me to go to my
bedroom. Take all my clothing off. To wash my entire make up off the to
wash my newly permed hair. Then I was to lock myself to the whipping post
in the back yard for punishment to start. Off course even fully naked I
could not get out of or unlock the stainless steel TollBoy chastity belt
I always must wear at all times even under my feminine attire that kept
my masculinity for only my Mistress to see or use for her pleasure only.
I could not even get an erection while encased in that belt. Nor could I
have an orgasm or masturbate. Effectively neutered. My sexuality was for
my Mistresses use or pleasure unless she allowed others the privelige of
using my body for their enjoyment
After stripping my self of my sexy attire. Removing all traces of my
girlishness I really looked a sissy completely naked. Dutifully I went
outside in the open in full view of anyone who might by chance be
visiting locked myself arms above my hear by the wrists using the self
locking wrist manacles to the top of the narrow rough wooden post to
await the first stage of what I was gong to suffer for the next four
days. I wish I had not forgotten to feed that damn dog. Too late now my
fate was sealed as this sort of punishment had now been added to the
contract that I re signed after it being updated. So I willingly if at
first naively accepted describing the conditions of my servitude. My
mistakes or ineptitude always had to be paid for with the methods
described within these rules. I had signed all my possessions property
money and superannuation to my Mistresses accounts legally. So I have
little if any choice but to comply with her demands or wishes no matter
how I feel. I am one of her meager possessions Just a slave in reality
and fact. Loving her binds the contract even tighter.
I had to fasten myself to the post to await my fate. I could not quite
reach the manacles. I had to stand on a small wooden crosspiece before I
could close the steel bands. They clicked tightly closed about my two
wrists. I had locked myself into an inescapable situation. Stepping off
the wooden crosspiece. My feet dropped not quite to the ground. I hung
like a ballerina on points. I hung in this manner by my from the post my
arms shoulders and toes ached in pain I was getting the cramps from being
unable to move or take the weight off my naked body getting hot and
sweaty in the sunlight It was for at least an hour before I heard my
Mistress approaching. It may have been shorter or longer. Hanging like
this time soon looses its meaning. I for some reason suspended in this
manner always closed my eyes. My thought concentrating on listen for my
Mistresses approach. Yet I seldom heard her arrive to do her work.
I felt rather than saw my Mistress touch me from behind. Then a blindfold
covered my eyes. My Mistress ordered me to open my mouth. I felt the
metallic taste of an open mouth gag that effectively stopped me from
closing my open mouth. I had been gagged well and truly. All I could do
was grunt. Not say or mumble as one can with a ball gag. My Mistress told
me to count from forty down> I realize I was getting forty lashes. Ten
for each day she was away in Sydney. Gagged this way. I could not really
count or say the word fifty. I said the word fifty. I knew from past
experience that if my Mistress did not hear or understand what I was
trying to say. The lash would not be counted. So I also knew the whipping
would not stop at the word one. I felt before I heard the swish of the
first stroke. I knew not where on my body the lashes would land.
The first two were across my shoulders. It must have been a long leather
thronged whip as the knots in its tail bit into my exposed back wrapping
itself partially around my back> This was going to be a real flogging and
not just a tease, tickle and arouse disiplining. I made noises or grunts
like the numbers fifty, fifty-nine. The next four lashes were across my
bared ass> I screamed very time with the pain. Yet I knew I had to stop
screaming after each lash to keep the count. It's almost impossible to do
this. It was going to be many more than just forty lashes I was going to
feel. I would not or never really know how many as My Mistress just kept
the lashes going one after the other. I did not know if she had heard,
understood what I tried to say or if I had miscounted accidentally
forgetting the number of the individual lash.
I knew from previous floggings that the lashes would continue till My
Mistress was finished her count not mine. I would never know at the end
how many I was given or received. I did know that despite the severity My
Mistress would not really damage my naked body even though I felt the
welts arising out of my flesh. She was expert at delivering with a lot of
pain but little real damage to my flesh. The welts and bruises would be
gone in a couple of weeks such was her expertise. Such was my trust in
her ability and discretion, I could hanging like I was wriggle a bit and
try always unsuccessfully to lessen the effects of the leather wrapping
its self about my body. It was to no avail. Probably made things worse.
But to try and avoid the stings and cuts pus to try and beg for mercy.
Try too keeping the count plus to try and scream all became confused. No
matter what I did or felt or wanted to happen was of consequence. The
neither punishment continued without neither abate nor mercy shown, as I
knew before it all started would be the case. I had no choice but to
accept the punishment as it came .Not even time or the chance to
experience regrets
Despite all I soon after the first few lashes began to be sexually
aroused. The Chastity belt. The only thing that I was wear that not only
prevented my genitals damaged by the thongs of the whip .It very
effectively because of its tight penis tube that bent under my groin
giving me almost the appearance of a feminine mound prevented me having
an erection. It felt moist down there. I did not know whether the wetness
was from the sweat of my body dripping between my two legs or leaking
semen, I know it was a mixture of both.
Suddenly the long whipping stopped as quickly as it had started after I
had been gagged. I hung there conscious though exhausted unable now to
move. I felt nothing. My back was on fire. I felt the swollen welts criss
crossing across my still exposed back and swollen bottom. Id had enough.
Yet despite all I had suffered I found myself wishing that the punishment
continue. Luckily for me My Mistress knew when I had enough and when to
stop, It must have been only a minute or two maybe longer. I don't really
know.
I felt the cold rush of water from a garden hose washing over my person.
I had forgotten that my Mistress always did this after an outside
whipping or caning to wash and cool my flesh. It both stung and lessened
my suffering She washed me thoroughly. I herd her the click as she
unlocked my chastity belt. I only felt the pull on my penis as it was
pulled out of the penile tube. Then I felt cold water washing between my
legs. I knew that I must have either or both urinated and defecated
involuntarily while suspended. I felt nothing for a while.
She was going to leave me hanging in the sun to dry like a sheet on a
clothesline. I slowly got warm again, Suspended there in a dream like
manner unaware of her return presence I suddenly felt her rubbing in some
antiseptic cream over my bodily exposed flesh. The wrist manacles were
still held high by a chain at the top of the pole that through an eyebolt
The chain went down the back of the pole to another eyebolt to which its
other end was locked.
I heard My Mistress unlock the lower end of the chain, and then she
slowly let me fall to the ground. I fell onto a plastic sheet that had
been covered with towels. I was too stiff and sore to move or resist. I
lay there in a state of conscious collapse She released me from the
manacles about my wrists. I knew from past experience would leave me
there till I was capable of moving and standing for the next worst part
of the punishment that was to come. The real purpose of the exercise. The
part of the punishment I she knew I hated.
All I now thought of was not the aches. Not the pain. Not the welts or
the knowledge of the bruises I would have for the next week or two. It
was the humiliation I was to experience because I had for the second
time. Just forgotten to feed that damn dog.
The flogging was to get the anger out of her system. She knew I had
despite all that I had suffered in fact enjoyed the experience in a
perverse sort of way of submitting myself to her for torture. I myself
had designed, made the post from a treated pine log then put it into the
ground. Cemented it into place so it could not fall over no matter how
much I might I struggled or resist one I had willingly knowing what was
going to happen when fixed myself to the post for punishment. I would
submit myself to what was to follow. But with some reluctance. As a
servant. As a slave. As a woman even a pretend one. I must take the good
with the bad. I have committed myself to this lifestyle so I must suffer
all that it implies.
Most but not all of the aches and stiffness has subsided when My Mistress
returns She orders me to clean up the ground. Put the plastic ground
sheet away. Then the damp towels in the laundry to be washed. I am told I
am to remain naked. I am not to put on my feminine finery again till
permitted. My Mistress has decided to be kind to me. I will not need to
have my chastity belt put back on for I am useless anyway after such
punishment The next part of my punishment will not commence till the next
morning. I am too tidy up the house. Prepare her evening meal. Above all
to feed the dog. I will only be allowed to eat leftovers. I will not be
allowed to speak. To remind me what is to follow during the next four
days. I will remove the dog's collar and wear it about my neck till
ordered differently.
I made my Mistress a nice Caesar salad for her evening meal. Served with
a bottle of Krug champagne. Some times I was as her toilet slave given
the privilege of drinking her warm champagne after she had finished
before she retired at night. Alas this would not be my privilege to
night. After she finned her meal I was ordered to stand facing the corner
behind the television set while she watched various long programs till
nearly midnight> I helped her undress for bed. She always slept naked. I
still naked was ordered to sleep on the bathroom floor to wake her up
early in the morning Breakfast served on a tray in bed. I did not sleep.
I lay awake cold on the tiled floor tile 7am. Then I cooked and prepared
her favorite breakfast. Eggs Benedict with fresh Orange juice and a cup
of hot Latte.
These orders I carried out to the letter. Helped her out of bed. Helped
her shower and dress. Then I washed up the breakfast dishes and presented
myself on my hands and knees to my Mistress in the lounge room for the
next stage of my punishment. I knowing what was needed had bought into
the room earlier what was needed for my transformation. I was to spend
the next four days living as a dog-named Fido on the dog's chain in the
back yard. Eating drinking plus sleeping in the doghouse at night like
the dog I had forgotten to feed. The dog of course was going to live
comfortably in the house.
Again knowing what was expected. I handed my Mistress two crepe bandages
and a pair of fingerless leather globes. Small boxing gloves really. The
Mistress began to bind my fingers and thumb of each hand together tight
so I effectively could not use my fingers r thumbs. Then the gloves were
put on and tied tightly with a knot that could not possibly be easily be
undone. She the locked a set of ankle manacles I was hobbled. Then a dog
lead was attached to my collar. With my hands and ankles so restricted
there was almost no way I could now stand nor use my hands. They were in
effect had become dog paws unable to hold. There was no way I could stand
properly without falling over on my face I could in effect only crawl on
all fours like a four-legged animal.
Looking at me satisfied. My Mistress reminded me that I was still not
permitted to talk. However if I needed something in an emergency only I
could bark at strangers. I could also only use my tongue to eat or drink.
My Mistress arose I was pulled along on my dog lead through to the back
yard where the lead was exchanged for the longer dog chain attached to
the dog kennel. I started to talk. I stopped myself. My Mistress knew
what I was about to say. She told me that I could toilet at the end of my
chain under the tree where the dog usually does and lift my leg like any
dog; You will be hosed down at midday every day. So try and control
yourself till near that time if you don't want to stink too much. I'm
sure you can't keep control of your self and will stink just like any
dog.
You will be fed then too. So eat up or you will go hungry Dogs are fed
only once a day. If I don't for get? That is of course. I knew there was
no dog bowl. The dog was fed off a concrete slab. The water was put into
a depression specially made in the concrete for the purpose. A dish might
have been knocked over by such a large dog. I know because I had made the
thing just like most of the instruments of torture that were used on me.
Now the dog bowl and kennel were mine for my usage. The cement would be
rough on my tongue Id has to eat and drink if I was to survive and last
the whole four days. I was determined that I would pas this test of faith
and endurance. Id no choice anyway.
Last time this had happened 12 months ago it had only been for two days.
Fours days. Hell. Last time she bought some of her friends to laugh and
gloat at me. They even bought me a bone and made me play fetch. At least
at night I had the dog blanket. But it was the real dogs blanket. It
probably had fleas and who knows what in its fluff ?
It was about 10 am Id been Fido for only an hour. Only 95 hours to go.
Hell that's a long time on all fours. What's that going to do with my
knees? I'm beginning to want to go and lift my leg all ready. I'm
thirsty; There is water there in the concrete depression. I will have to
drink some soon. I'm hungry too. At least she did not feed me dog food
last time. But this time? The second time? I want my femininity back. I
don't want to be a hound dog. Then I saw it! A stray dog was coming in
the back gate heading towards me sniffing.
This is basically a true story. These incidents have all happened to me.
But over a period of time and part of a serious kinky game. Not
sequentially as described I do work as a maid. I do have a Mistress who
is also my wife. I do the housework and receive discipline. I live
enfemme in retirement
I have spent time on a chain as a dog hands bound as described and slept
in the kennel. Believe me its no fun having ones hands bound so the
fingers cannot be used to pick things up or grip thing effectively with
ankles hobbled prevents standing. I could only use my toungue to eat and
drink. I did stink like a dog after a few hours. My wife did have fun
watching me, as did one of our neighbors who is in the know and her
friend.
There is a whipping post in our back yard. I have also constructed a
heavy homemade wooden pillory made from old railway sleepers that can be
bolted to the post. It is an extremely effective device. Living in the
country on a large block of land with no close neighbors and access to
timber it is relatively simple and cheap to make such items
Just need time patience and good measuring. skills
maidjoanna
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