Dogslut - bondage, slavery, humiliation
Dogslut
"Go ahead, answer the door," I said sternly.
Fastened to the dog collar around her neck was a stout chrome chain. Welded to the end of the chain was a steel dildo that I had sculpted with a grinder into the likeness of my own hard cock. The UPS driver stood slack-jawed as she answered the door of my townhome with a metal dick in her mouth. I had caught her answering the door earlier with the dildo tucked into the waistband of her skirt, instead of in her cunt. Tears of shamed streamed down her cheeks as she signed for the package and closed the door.
She tread lightly as she brought me the package and dropped to her knees and told me with big, wet eyes that she wanted the dildo out of her mouth. I withdrew it and she winced as I rapped her on the forehead with it.
"Don't fuck up like that again," I warned with narrowing eyes. "Next time you'll be telling him what a worthless whore you are, too."
It had been a while since I had cut up her credit cards and thrown out her good clothes. All she had left were skirts and t-shirts that I had cut down with scissors until they barely covered her tits and cunt. If she were nude she might have lost her self-consciousness, but this way she'd hold onto this shred of dignity and I could still violate her as I pleased.
She only had to stuff the dildo into her cunt when people were present. Pretty reasonable, I thought, since she was freeloading off of me. I had managed to convince her that she'd crumble without me, that I was the only thing between her and abject poverty. In return for the behavior I demanded, she could live in my nice house and use my nice things. She only had to stay locked in the steel kennel while I was at work.
When I took her clothes and my money, I was figuring she'd leave. Instead she whined and endured greater and greater humiliation. I had a web cam set up over her kennel so I could check on her while I was at work. To make it interesting, I'd set her up in some predicament before I left. One day I made her drink two huge bottles of water and chase them with a cup of coffee before I locked her in. Of course she had pissed all over the place by the time I came home and I punished her. Another, I starved her all weekend and on Monday morning dumped a can of dog food on the floor of the cage when I left. "That better be gone when I get home," I commanded before leaving. I wasn't sure she'd actually eat it without a threat, but she was already licking the floor when I got to work.
One day after work I came home and she glared at me with a look of determination, which was pretty funny because except for her collar and leash she was naked in a dog kennel.
"I'm not doing this anymore," she said firmly.
"You're not, huh?" I said sarcastically.
"No, I'm not. I'm taking my stuff and leaving," she replied.
"You don't have any stuff," I sneered. "I threw it out ages ago."
She looked at me slack-jawed, processing the fact that all of her porcelain dolls were at the bottom of a landfill. After taking a moment to recover, she shot back "well, just the same, I'm leaving."
"Fine," I said shortly and grabbed a fistfull of her hair.
I dragged her down the stairs and into the garage where I kept my old Lincoln. I fished the keys out of my pocket and unlocked the trunk.
"No! No! No!" She shrieked as I threw her in. I managed to shut the lid after I stuffed her head in with my boot on her face.
She was screaming and pounding her fists against the lid as the garage door went up and I peeled out onto the street. The big V-8 rumbled along and after 20 minutes or so we arrived at our destination. It was a strip mall that was adjacent to a highway overpass and I backed up to the edge of the parking lot and popped the trunk. I dragged her out and threw her into the weeds. She was hidden from the view of shoppers by a large bridge abutment.
"You can't leave me like this," she bawled.
"You wanted out and now you're out," I replied.
"Her eyes darted around and she was confronted with the fact that, without me, she'd be walking naked across a parking lot to get to freedom. Someone with an ounce of self respect would have run like hell, but she looked up at me and said "Please take me back."
"I'm not sure I want to," I said feigning aloofness.
"PLEASE!" she started to yell, then lowered her voice to avoid drawing attention.
"If I take you back, it's straight to the cage and you'll spend some time making up for mouthing off to me," I smiled.
"Okay, okay," she said desperately.
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I looked hard into her eyes and said "I'll take you back, but first..."
She was frozen in anticipation.
"...suck my dick."
I was already really hard from looking at her wallowing around naked in the dirt. Her leash was tangled around her torso and thigh she opened wide for my rigid member. After a couple of easy strokes to get my cock wet I grabbed her hair and impaled her face on my cock. I plunged deeper with every stroke and when she started gagging I clasped her by the hair on both sides of her head and kept ramming while stringy drool ran off her chin and my balls. She clawed at the front of my pelvis as I drove my member deep into her throat and exploded globs of sticky cum into her whore gullet.
I stepped back and caught my breath and said "Are you coming with me?"
She nodded meekly, a layer of slime covering her neck and tits.
"Then get back in the trunk and I'll drive you home. I better not hear a fucking peep out of you on the way, either." Just before I slammed the lid I said, "You can take the time to think about what's an appropriate punishment for scratching me."
I slid back into the big, white, driver's seat and cranked the Lincoln to life. As I swung out of the parking lot and headed home I thought, "Maybe I'll stop for coffee and a cigarette."