Page 9 of Thicker Than Blood

I pursed my lips together and clenched my hands in the paw gloves. My body trembled from unmitigated outrage.

“Thank you for training me, Master,” I said, focusing on each word so I wouldn't stammer.

A deep chuckle filled the room and I closed my eyes at the injustice of it all. He moved behind me and after a few seconds something wet landed between my cheeks. I kept my eyes closed until I felt something jab against my anal passage. My eyes flew open and I began to pant. I clenched my ass but he pushed harder, forcing my hole open.

“P-Please, Master, not there,” I said stammering again.

“No more speaking. Bark,” he snapped.

I couldn't bring myself to bark again, but I could cry beneath the mask without him seeing me. He pushed the tail further into my ass and the tears rained down my face, blurring my vision from the two holes in the mask.

I tried to relax my ass when it became painful but it only helped a little. I choked on a sob when he drove it inside of me, but the pain dulled as the tail snapped into place. My muscles clenched around the tail and there was no more pain.

“A virgin hole no more,” he said, gleefully taking pleasure in my pain and humiliation.

He put some pads beneath my knees and strapped them on. His shoes clicked on the wooden floor and I blinked my eyes to clear the tears away. He loomed over me like a predator over its prey before he picked up the chain from the floor.

“Now, let’s see how well you can follow commands,” he said. “Attention.”

I stared at him confused by the command.

“Up on your knees with your paws in the air. As if you are begging for a snack.”

I sat up and put my paws in the air, wincing when my breasts moved, reminding me of the nipple clamps pinching my nipples.

“Sorry, is crouching down with your head hanging down in shame.”

I moved back down, lowering myself before him with my head down, but as I crouched down my nipples grazed the floor making me his.

“Yes, move your right paw out and for no it is your left paw,” he said.

I went back to my hands and knees to try it. Right for yes and left for no, moving my paws back and forth.

“These three are enough for now. There is a chart with the full list for you to study in your cage,” he said before blowing a short whistle and tugging on my leash as he walked away from me.

I stumbled from the pull on my collar but quickly crawled after him. My mind was reeling from the wordcage. I followed him down the hallway until he opened a set of double doors. The room was huge, and when I looked around, I realised it had to be the master bedroom. He tugged at my leash as he led me to the back of the room, opposite the bed, and that was when I saw the cage.

It was tall enough to sit in but there was no way to stand up. The closer I got, I noticed the bedding and pillows in it. On the side of the cage was an A4 laminated sheet of paper with dog poses on it. We stopped in front of the cage, and he unclipped my leash before opening the cage door.

“Inside,” he said but I was too afraid to move.

Being locked in a cage like an animal was too much on top of the mask, clamps and tail.

“Now,” he snapped and I moved through the door but stopped halfway, the dread churning in my belly.

This time he used his foot on my ass and shoved me inside. I grunted in pain when my arms collapsed and I landed in my face with the nipple clamps pulling on the bedding below me. I quickly got up and moved my legs inside before he slammed the door on them.

“Turn to face me and I will take the clamps off,” he said.

I could have cried with relief when he uttered those words. When I swivelled around on my hands and knees, he pulled the lower part of my mask off, removing the nose section. The cool air on my damp face felt good. I wasn't expecting the dull throbbing pain when he removed the nipple clamps. I hissed at the pain and rubbed my abused nipples with my paws.

“You may study your chart and rest. If you are disobedient or speak and not bark then I will cane your ass until you can't move,” he said, standing up to lock the cage door.

I nodded, but he had already turned away and was walking out of the room. When the door shut behind him, my entire body sagged down. I ignored the constant feel of the tail inside of me and collapsed on the soft downy bedding, mentally exhausted.

The chart was before me and I studied the dog poses. Each pose had its meaning below. Hungry, thirsty, tired, toilet, horny, sorry, yes, no, attention and playful. I glanced over each pose but was too tired to take them all in. I tugged on the covers until they surrounded me, and I lay on my side to prevent any pressure on the tail.

With the soft pillow beneath my head and wrapped in the covers like a cocoon, my eyes began to droop. As my eyelids grew heavier, I wondered if I would ever be a human again.

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