I'm never quite sure where I should start with my story, it all seems so farfetched. I still can't quite believe it myself. Chris always calls it my little "tail" when he regales friends with the story of my most life changing exploit. Hilarious huh? I'm still not quite at the point where I can look back and see the funny side. Not yet. See! I'm already getting ahead of myself here, so lets back up a little.

I'd always had an exhibitionist streak like a mile wide, and I do mean a mile wide. Never mind my taste for humiliation. Do you remember those dreams you're at school or a family dinner or something and suddenly you realise you're stark bollock naked? I Love 'em! The more humiliating the more aroused I'd get. The more people gathering around to see my naked blushing body walking down those seemingly endless dream school corridors with a huge 8" uncut erection or the bigger the pool of pre forming under my chair at the family dinner table, the bigger the chances of me either waking up with a painfully hard morning glory or glued to the sheets. I guess I'm just wired up wrong or something.

Anyway since leaving home a few years ago I've had a lot more opportunity to indulge my kinks shall we say. One night, a very, very drunken night I made the mistake of spilling my guts about all this to an old friend, Chris. I knew it was a mistake as soon as I said it, I just couldn't help myself. After the initial laughter and poking fun at me he simply winked at me.

"Okay, you're on" he laughed licking his lips. I always knew he was dommy but it turns out I didn't know the half of it. Boy, did he relish showing me up in public. If I wasn't dressed in revealing clothing he'd be casually informing people about every little detail of our sex life. Noises, positions, my performance and my size. In short, anything to make me squirm. I was always naked at his place no matter what the occasion or the company and regularly called upon to suck his friends off or more often then not, bent over and fucked. It actually got to the point where it felt kinda weird when I was allowed to wear clothes.

This was the usual routine, as much as you can call be naked and constantly pounded in the ass a routine. So it kinda surprised me when one day Chris told me today would be different, as I performed my customary disrobing.

"Im starting to think that being human just isn't humiliating enough for you" he informs me shaking his head as he walks around me, inspecting my body. I yelp as something cold and rubbery is shoved forcefully into my ass. As I turn to the mirror my mouth drops open as I see a large tapered length of black rubber sticking out between my cheeks. Before my mind could even register the word "tail" I was pulled up and felt something roughly fastened around my neck. A dog collar with a double row of spikes on. You know, the ones you see on those really butch dogs that tattooed skinhead walk around with. Only this one is a bright, tacky cotton candy pink. He sees me quickly flush a bright shade of red, enjoying the delicious humiliation as I am slowly but surely dehumanized. Obviously pleased with his work he holds something up to my eye line.

"Look boy" he says with a mischievous smile as I see him jangling a shiny, silver bone shaped dog tag with "PRINCESS" etched across it in neat block capitals. Oh god this dog had a "bone", I can tell you!

So that was it. I quickly fell into the role of the household "dog". I was Princess. Very soon I was the pet every-time I came over. I'd quickly slip out of my clothes on arrival which were locked away while I popped in my tail and fastened on my collar. Then I'd stroll in to general giggles and laughter before sitting on my haunches at Chris' desk while he secured his favorite part of my "outfit". A bright red ball gag he kept in the top draw which he would pop roughly into my mouth, fastening it tightly around the back of my neck with a sturdy combination lock. It was like a twisted little ritual for us both and soon enough he'd be looking into my huge puppy eyes and pat me on the head before turning his attention back to his computer leaving me to either sit there whimpering and drooling or scamper of to entertain whatever guests he had over. When I was a "good boy" I'd be praised and allowed to put on a show and jerk off for Chris and his guests. When I was a "bad dog" I'd quickly find my vulnerable cock and balls tightly banded with a cable tie and beaten with the days newspaper. I quickly learnt not to misbehave on a Sunday.

Soon enough Chris informed me I'd be wearing my collar and tag on a more permanent basis and promptly secured it on with another combination lock. I can't count the number of times people caught a glimpse of the tacky pink collar under my shirt or the occasions it would slip out at the checkout of a store drawing the amused or shocked attention of the clerk, always making me flush bright red and rush off before they noticed the tent in my pants. Not long after he started getting more risky with our play times, often leading me out naked on a leash while he took out the garbage or making me sit on my haunches in the shared hallway while he smoked out of the window. On more then one occasion I heard one of the neighbors doors open just as he led me back into the apartment and every time my heart would pound while my cock dripped thick strings of pre. Another time he had me strip in the bathroom stall of busy mall and left me there for two hours naked and ball gaged. Pure Bliss!

It was a few weeks after this, after eating a few scraps of pizza from my porcelain bowl on the kitchen floor that Chris breezed in, re-securing my red ball-gag and whispering in my ear that it would soon be time for "walkies". I almost blew a load over that cold pizza there and then as I sat up to attention, my hands held instinctively to my chest in a begging motion.

"Hmmfff?" I mumbled through the gag hoping I had heard him right. If I'd had it my way I'd have had him walk me right through the dammn mall or something for everyone to see and damn the consequences, but Chris being more realistic explained his plans to take drive me to a local park later that evening for me to get some fresh air. I got dressed for the short walk there, but he didn't bother removing my ball-gag or collar. It wasn't long before we arrived at the park and I began shiver with anticipation. Without being asked I quickly stripped down to my birthday suit, shivering in the cold air as Chris stashes them in his backpack.

"Go on Boy" he motions towards the park, shoving my "tail" in with a pop. "oh, and no touching that!" he adds, smacking my hard bobbing cock. I didn't need to be told twice as I proudly strutted across the grass with my head held high, making my way to the middle of the park. All around the outskirts of the park were house and apartments, all of them in darkness at this hour. Still, the thrill of being caught or seen was still there all the same. I scampered about the place, strutting around and even tried out being on all fours.

Oh Man, the grass beneath my bare feet! The night air on my skin! The thought of being caught! It was too much. I wrapped my "paw" around my cock and started pumping it for all it was worth. I felt so free. I was just about to spray my load when Chris spotted me, I was already horny as hell and hadn't jerked off in days.

"Bad Boy!" he yelled, and as I got closer I saw him pull out a cable tie from his pocket, yanking my throbbing cock and balls savagely, making me yelp into the ball gag as I felt the familiar pinch of the cable tie around my junk. Grabbing my wrists he pulls them behind my back spinning me around as another cable tie firmly secures them behind my back.

"There that should do it" he adds You obviously can't keep your paws to yourself otherwise"

Suddenly Chris' head spins around as we both hear the police siren, far too close for comfort.

"shit!" mutters Chris loudly, suddenly turning on his heals and darting for the exit, leaving me naked and immobilized in the middle of the park. I guess I should have followed him but I panicked and ran as quickly as I could for the bushes and trees, hoping to hide myself and somehow make my way back to the apartment. I ducked and dived through the bushes, trying to keep as low as possible. My usual bravado had escaped me as I realized I had no wish to be outed as a pervert or see my naked ass on the front-page of the local newspaper. I'm not sure how long I was out there at the time but it felt like days. Finally I knew I'd have to make a run for it, I was cold and hungry and more importantly, it would be light soon. My junk was starting to seriously hurt too. Slowly I made my way through the bushes to the entrance to the park, getting as close as I could. Building up the confidence I took a last breath and stepped out of the bushes, walking purposely towards the exit.

"Freeze!" yells someone behind me as I spin around to be met by a huge burly cop leading a huge

German Shepherd on a leash.

"Looks like we found our 311 here " he says into the radio, reaching for his handcuffs before realizing I'm already secured. Instead he takes out his flashlight and clicks it on.

"Dammn...we've been out looking for you for hours" he says, a touch of frustration in his voice, his torch moving up and down me taking in my nakedness, collar and ball-gag before coming to rest on my groin, his jaw drops open.

"Oh shit...Looks like a code 20 too" he adds, waiting for a reply, which crackles through the radio, inaudible to me. The cop took my arm and led me roughly towards the entrance of the park. Right outside, a little down the road a cop van is parked up, two more officers stood each holding a police dog. Blushing bright red I can feel my rubber tail wiggling enthusiastically as we approach the cops, even at a yard or so away I see there jaws drop open. They can't keep there eyes off my crotch and even now I felt a strange flush of pride. Another radio message crackles through and this time I clearly hear some woman say that there is no ambulances. Why Would we need one anyway? I clearly remember thinking.

"Ok, we'll run him in ourselves, over" he replied, pushing me into the back of the van. The cops get in and we start on the embarrassing run to the hospital, all the dogs nuzzling up to me. It wasn't long before the drive became more humiliating and surreal then even I could have imagined. With the orange glow of street lights occasionally bursting through the barred windows I could finally see what the dogs had been so eager to inspect. Looking down I see dogs eagerly nuzzling my cock and balls. Suddenly I realized what all the fuss has been about with the cops when they first saw me, it wasn't just my humiliating get up.

"HMMFFH" I grunted into the ballgag eyes wide as I see my beautiful cock and balls, swollen, dark and purple. The Dogs were busy sniffing and nosing at them and I couldn't feel a damn thing! I could see the cable tie digging deeply into the base of my still erect cock and hugely swollen nuts.

"Don't worry" the cop says, interrupting my train of thought "The doctors will take care of you...princess" he says unable to stop himself snickering, wiping a tear of laughter away from the corner of his eyes. The two cops up front begin to laugh too, obviously realizing like I just had, that I'd be walking away from tonight with more then just a police record as a reminder.

Luckily for me the hospital was pretty quiet that night. Still, it didn't mean a few shocked or amused patients and staff coming out from the wards to see me in my ridiculous get up as I was led through what seemed like miles and miles of corridors into an operating theatre. Finally with one last look and a good chuckle, the police left me alone with a nurse, fussing over some surgical instruments at the back of the room.

"Princess is it?" asks the nurse inspecting me, playing around with the combination locks holding the ballgag in place. "Well, looks like another sex game gone wrong doesn't it?" I can't help but notice the hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth. She tries to hide a quick lick of her lips as an older gentlemen enters.

"No time for that now" says an older man, shooing her aside as he leans in to inspect my bound up pride and joy.

"Poor thing" the nurse says under her breath, patting me on the head "At least he wasn't seriously injured" she adds as I watch her fetch a pair of scissors. I feel her lift my aching arms up.

"Actually you'd better keep the hands secured nurse" explains the surgeon softly" it's usually better for the patient if he dosn't have to fight the urge to touch it one last time". He indicates for me to hop down from the table and follow him into the next room. I do so, my head slumped forward as I whimper pitifully, my bare feet slapping against the cold sterile hospital floor. The nurse smiles sweetly and pats the operating table. I hop up obediently and she asks me to lay back, taking my legs and putting them gently into stirrups, strapping them in securely.

"Are we taking his penis off too?" the nurse asks nonchalantly.

"Oh, of course," the doc answered, pulling back my foreskin and inspecting it one final time. "It's gone. I wouldn't want to risk it anyway, not with this level of damage, better safe then sorry"

He began his work. I couldn't even feel a thing as the scalpel cut deeply into the skin of my engorged cock and balls, working the sharp implement in fluid sweeping motions.

"He should heal up very well" remarked the surgeon brightly "Back to normal in no time" he added, apparently with no sense of irony as he continued cutting and tugging at my groin.

"Fuuuuuuccck!" I screamed out. The ball-gag muted this into an animalistic groan of anguish as he placed the swollen purple mess that was once my proud manhood into the kidney bowl, leaving me to finally pass out in shock.

"Hmmmf?" I grumbled groggily, the rubber gag still stuffed firmly in my mouth as I stared up at the ceiling and around the cold and sterile room, moving my arms I realise they are strapped to the bed, my legs still strapped into the stirrups which spread my legs wide.

"HMMF!" I moaned. Suddenly remembering where I am I clench my eyes shut, hoping my mind has simply been playing a cruel trick on me. Craning my head I could just see the neat line of black stitches. I tried not to imagine my crotch a few months down the line, when the last of the stitches would dissolve away leaving me perfectly smooth and featureless.

"8 hours!" I hear a familiar voice exclaim, breaking my concentration. I look up to see Chris get up from the chair in the corner, shaking his head in amazement.

"You were out there for 8 hours girl! We came looking for you but the cops had already taken you. I guess if we hadn't watched that extra movie and been late.." He says, letting the end of the sentence hang in the air as he walks between my spread legs to inspect the surgeons handiwork. I should have known that not even the loss of my manhood would elicit an apology from him. He ran a finger down the stitches, making me moan and arch my head back as the feeling, what little there would be, returned to my new look crotch. He started unstrapping me, not even bothering to hide his huge grin. Walking down the corridors he explained to me how the police had bought the idea of me being kidnapped and tortured. I guess they had an easier time wrapping their heads around me being a victim a little more then the idea of me being choosing to be a bound up pup and a willing participant in my eventual unmanning. Further to this he told me how he had given them fake names as a precaution in case they came by asking more questions, not that he expected them to as he he had told them I wouldn't be pressing charges and wouldn't miss my cock and balls anyway. By the time we reached the car my head was reeling, I bundled up the hospital gown tossing it aside before sitting down on the cool leather seat.

"Just in case they do" he says chuckling as he starts the car "I have the perfect place for you to lay low" motioning to the huge dog basket on the back seat.