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My Life As a Dog, Part 2
"Sit." "Stay."
I sat my butt down on the well worn path. She unclipped the
leash from my penis ring, and walked around the pond on the path.
She went up a small incline, where I heard her running shoes crunch
on the gravel of what appeared to be a one-lane driveway or road.
Out of the foot-wide culvert under her feet trickled a small stream
of runoff from the nearby pastures on the slightly rolling hills.
The dry wash through which we'd just come was behind me to my back.
I had my hands planted in front of me with my palms and feet
flat on the ground, and I was literally sitting on my balls. My
balls were turning a deep purple and the veins on my sac were
starting to throb with my pulse, due to the large rubber band that
was constricting my circulation. My balls ached with my entire
weight crushing them. I started to whimper from the pain, and
began to feel the hot sun starting to burn my naked skin. I
thought of the weird situation I had put myself in, and how crazy
this all was.
The vertical ring through the foreskin on the head of my
drooping penis was getting inflamed and itched. As I sat there on
my haunches, I felt the sweat dripping through the caked-on dirt
and dust, muddying my skin. After a few moments, an incredible
thirst gripped me, from being run for so long through the fields at
such a quick pace. An overpowering urge to jump into the pond came
over me. I had to force myself to wait for my Master's command.
My body began to tremble, and I caught myself involuntarily
whimpering, when I realized I was gulping and smacking my lips with
my tongue loudly.
I heard her make a "snick-snick" sound to get my attention,
and then she said in a low voice, "Beg."
I couldn't believe it. She knew what I needed, but she was
going to make me ask her permission to get a drink, like an
animal. The smell of the water came to me on the warm breeze, and
it revulsed me. In the background, there was the distinct stench
of a horse ranch nearby. The pond smelled of stagnant water. As I
looked at its brownish surface, I could see the tall reeds hiding a
scum floating between them at the water's edge. A lone dragonfly
bussed lazily around.
I started to make a low whining sound, to beg her to let me go
over to the water, to get a drink. "Eewmmm, eewmmm, eewmm," under
my voice.
This was not enough for her, and she commanded with a louder
voice, "More." She sounded impatient, and a little angry.
I whined louder, because I really was thirsty, my balls were
beginning to hurt a lot, and the sun was beating down hotter with
each moment. I was still trying to keep my voice low, because I
didn't want anyone from the new housing development over the hill
to hear me down here. I thought of how embarrassed and ashamed I
would be if anyone caught us, or someone I knew found out.
She listened for a minute more, then said, "Louder!" I could
tell that she was angry with me now. I needed that water. My
mouth and throat were getting dry.
She was making me angry, too, for putting me through this
humiliation. Without any warning, a low growl started from deep
down inside my guts, and before I knew it, I was growling at her
loudly. I was telling her with my voice, "Please let me drink!",
only growling it to her in canine language. I began to get dizzy
and weak from the bright sunshine, and closed my eyes, listening to
the animal sounds coming out of my throat.
"Bark!"
I couldn't stand it any longer, and began to make short
barks. It began to feel good to squeeze out each bark, and I used
my whole body to make them louder and louder. I leaned my head
back into the harsh light, and squeezed my eyes shut. It felt like
I was entering a trance. The more I barked, the louder I barked,
the better it felt. I felt like a dirty, thirsty dog sitting next
to a pond, begging his Master for permission to get a drink. I
felt myself getting lost in the experience, wanting to please my
Master, to make her happy.
I wanted to be the best dog I could be for her. To wait for
her, listen to her voice, follow her command. I longed to hear the
tender tone of her voice, telling me she was pleased with her dog.
I wanted to feel her scratch the fur on my head and show me that
she cared about me.
I didn't care anymore who could hear me, see me or might come
by. I was proud to be her dog, and I wanted to let the world
know! I was barking as loudly as I could, at the top of my lungs,
and my throat was beginning to feel the strain. I was straining
every muscle in my body to throw my barking upward into the wind.
I heard a low whistle, "Tweep, tweep...", and I realized I was
between breaths. I was gulping for air, panting loudly, with my
tongue hanging out. Sticky streams of drool were running down my
chin and dripping onto the hair on my chest, making a mess. I was
literally foaming at the mouth. I had gotten so caught up in being
a dog that I must have been barking for several minutes, without
even being aware of the time that had passed. I was drenched in
sweat and mud. There was a muddy pool around my balls on the path
where I sat. I stopped barking and listened for her command.
"Good boy!" There was a smile in her voice. She was happy
with me. As I listened carefully, I heard her unzip her backpack,
and pop the cap off a small camcorder's lens. She was going to
videotape me!
"Good dog!" "Go!"
Without any hesitation, I lunged off the path into the pond,
splashing in several steps deep, 'till the water almost covered the
top of my thighs. I scraped over the reeds at the water's edge,
and past the green and yellow pond scum, which I realized was
actually frog eggs. As I started licking the surface of the water,
the foul smell of rotten eggs filled my senses. The water tasted
bitter and unpleasant. After a few licks, my thirst got the better
of me, and I started sucking up the pond water and swallowing it
down.
I could feel the frog eggs sloshing around my sore balls in
the pond scum. It felt strangely soothing and irritating at the
same time. I could imagine the yellow and green eggs melting off
my purple ball sack in the early morning light. When I splashed
into the pond, I must have gotten some of the tadpoles up onto the
lower part of my back. As they slid down the crack of my ass, I
could feel their slimey one-inch bodies (with one-inch tails, that
only had back legs at this point in their growing cycle) trying to
push their way into my asshole. As I stood there on all fours in
the water, I began to fart loudly, without any control. After a
few farts, I felt two large tadpoles worm their way up into my
anus, and push themselves inside with their legs. I could feel
their wiggling bodies move inside me as they swam up my colon to
die.
All was peaceful and still, except for my passionate slurping,
the dripping culvert, and the sound of my Master walking a few
steps on the gravel and then stopping, proudly taking a video of
me. Above me, I heard the flutter of a huge flock of birds, which
took about one minute to pass by. I raised my head to stop
drinking briefly, and could see the rain of their flight splatter
into the pond, and could feel their white bird crap splatter all
over my back. I lowered my head disinterestedly, put my muzzle
back into the water, and continued to lap at my drink. I felt a
sudden urge to piss, and let go, pissing freely into the water.
From my farting, a cloud of large horseflies were starting to
swarm around my ass. Several had already bitten my puffy anus
lips, which were starting to swell painfully. Others were biting
my butt cheeks, and causing large silver-dollar sized welts that
were making big red bumps on my bottom. I dipped my ass in the
water to stop them.
I first heard the giggling voices of the two little girls, as
they were running up the other side of the hill that was facing
away from the pond. They sounded like they might be four or five
years old. I raised my head just as they were coming over the top
of the hill. Even though my eyes were still having trouble
adjusting to the bright light, I could hear their voices stop in
mid-sentence as it became clear they had seen me. I cringed inside
with horror, that now I had been found out, and froze in place.
After a pause, I heard Master say , "It's OK, Daphne...
Chloe..." I heard her use a confident, soothing tone, "This is my
new Doggie."
It became painfully obvious to me that these were two
neighborhood girls that Master knew well. And here she was,
introducing me to them.
"Tweep, tweep." "Here, boy."
Here was my first test, as I was being publicly presented as
her new pooch. I hesitantly sloshed back out of the pond the
direction I had come in, and sheepishly shook myself off on the
grass next to the pond. As I did so, the bell in my penis ring
sounded like a soft Christmas jingle bell.
"Come down to the trail, girls. I'll be there in just a
second."
I trotted up to Master as she came up to me on the trail. The
girls came up to my side a moment later.
"Sit, boy."
The girl's eyes were wide-open with shock, as it became clear
that they had never before seen a man turned into a dog. I started
to wonder if this whole thing hadn't already spun way too far out
of control. Master was clear and firm, however, and seemed to be
enjoying this in a relaxed mood. She took a dog biscuit out of her
pack pocket, and put it in my mouth for me to chew on. She took
out a chocolate bar, and broke it for the three of them to share.
"Is he naked?" the girls giggled. "That's a man, right?" and
they couldn't help from hiding their discomfort by laughing.
"No, that's just his skin. He was dirty and wanted to take a
doggie bath." The video camera was no longer running. "He used to
be a man, and then he said he wanted to be my Dog. So, now he acts
like a dog, and eats dog food. Would you like to pet him?"
"Will he bite me?"
"No, he's a nice doggie. I would spank him if he hurt you.
Here, pet his head like this..."
Master took Chloe's hand, and had her scratch the fur behind
my ear. "See, that's nice. He likes you." I closed my eyes as
she reached out her hand. When the little girl touched my hair, I
could feel my floppy penis surprisingly start to get hard.
"Stand. Heel." I stood to attention next to the little girl.
"He likes it when you scratch his back like this..."
Master lightly touched my back with the back side of her
fingernails, from the top of my shoulders to the crack of my ass.
I shivered with excitement and immediately got large goosebumps all
over my haunches, legs and paws.
Daphne stepped forward, and ran her soft, childish fingertips
down my back, over my ass, and down the back of my thighs. I
started trembling uncontrollably, and a whining moan escaped my
lips.
(to be continued...)