If you are underage don't read any further, especially discontinue reading if you have any pets. This is my first story for public consumption, so read it gently. It's a sick and twisted tale about a submissive lady who cannot share her feelings with anyone except her dog. After betrayal by family and the brutal punishments given by the nuns in the name of religion, she has given up on everything and trusts no one, except her dog. She soon elevates her dog to master status, making him her god.


She looked at the door and opened it. It was her house, but not really. Inside the door was a living room. The stereo was on. Sitting in a large Laz-y-boy recliner was a large dog. It was asleep. She stood in the open doorway and began to remove her clothing. The dog looked up out of one sleepy eye. There she was stripping off her long skirt and puffy shirt. Underneath lay a body most men would die for but no one knew existed.

For a moment, she remembered her stepfather. He had taken her virginity, brutally. She had been confused, as always. She had obeyed, as always. She hated him, but she loved the way he forced her to obey. His huge belly and the smell of beer wafting over her as he crawled in at night. It disgusted her and as her pussy got wet, really wet and sticky, she dreamed of the day when someone she loved would be plowing her to sleep. When her mother found out, she had kicked her out of the house.

The only place she could go was the convent. The convent took pregnant and other unwanted sleazy girls. She got a job at the library at the convent. It was a silent convent. Even now that she lived on the outside working in a library she still never spoke.

She removed her clothing in silence, head down. She was now naked. She dropped to her knees and then crawled over in front of the chair and the dog. Reaching under the chair she found a leash and put it on herself. Feeling under the chair she brought out a 6' butt plug attached to what looked like a dogs stiff tail. She licked the plug while the dog watched. Can a dog smile? She wondered. She did not know for her eyes were on the floor, she was forbidden to look at her master. She was a pet, and as a slut she had no rights. She turned around. She knelt with her head down and raised her ass up to face the dog and spread her legs wide.

As it did every night, her pussy had begun to drip as she entered the apartment and the dog could now see and much more intensely smell, his pet's excitement. She took the plug in her mouth and slobbered all over it. She still winced as she forced the fat plug into her smallest most intimate hole and the dog watched. He was awake now and watching intently. She began wiggling her ass, which now gave the illusion of wagging the prosthetic tail that was sticking out.

The dog reached out and gave her a nip on the butt. She squealed like a pig and crawled quickly to the kitchen. She remained on her knees as she fetched a cold bottle of milk out of the refrigerator. She held the bottle in her mouth and returned to the chair. The bottle was heavy and the top was wide. Her mouth was stretched; with practice she could now carry almost anything without her hands. Placing the bottle on the floor, within reach of the huge dog she crawled back to the kitchen.

Opening a can of premium dog food she placed it in a very ornate bowl and once again crawled with the bowl held in her mouth, to the seat. The aroma of dog food wafted up to her smelling device.

She was not allowed to eat at work; she knew the dog wouldn't like it.

She had a shoe in her office that she chewed on to allay her hunger. In the privacy of her office she would crawl under her desk and chew her shoe. She had stolen it from one of the other employees. Every month she would crawl into an office or supply closet, grab one shoe and then race back to her office on all fours. She usually picked times when people wouldn't be around, it was still a miracle nobody saw her. Especially with all the water cooler talk about the mysterious shoe bandit.

The coffee she drank from a bowl was usually empty by now. She kept her water and coffee bowls tucked under her desk. If someone barged in she simply got up as if there had been something under her desk. At home she ate only her masters leftovers. She ate only with her dog, only when he was done and only dog food.

When she returned to the chair she put the bowl of food on the chair. She picked up the milk and took a large mouthful. She did not swallow but opened her mouth upwards. Like a human bowl the dog shoved his large course tongue in her mouth lapping up the refreshment.

She then lay back on the floor and scooping out the dog food she rubbed on her body. The two sticky handfuls were mushed on her chest and then slid down to her crotch. The horsemeat in gravy mixed with her own love juices as she lathered her pussy and thighs. She shoved a little in her pussy. The dog knew she would continue to shove at her hole until he growled. She knew she was not to touch herself. She lay back on her elbows as the dog came off the chair growling.

The dog walked over and began licking her breasts clean. Sometimes chewing his food off her body pinching the soft overripe flesh as he did. Occasionally he lapped the milk from her mouth. When he bit a clump of her hair and pulled it forward she sat up and refilled her mouth with milk.

When he was done he returned to the chair picking up the bowl and tossing it onto the floor. She immediately got up on all fours and raced over to where the bowl had hit the floor. The dog sits again and watches. She licks the dog food off the floor and does not stop until the bowl too is cleaned. She then sits with her legs spread and feet together in front of her master and sucks and licks her hands clean moving her head not her hands, much like a cat.

With the cleaned bowl in her mouth she prances over to show what a good girl she is. The dog looks at the bowl and sees that it is not completely cleaned. He growls and bats her upturned face with a paw. She puts her head down and starts to whine an apology. The dog leaps off the chair again taking hold of her leash in his teeth. He walks over to the doggy door to the balcony. The woman crawls leashed and with her tail swinging back and forth over to the door and crawls through the doggy door out onto the balcony. She has been bad and will now remain outside. How long she wonders?

The balcony cement is hard and cold on her naked body. She has been out there for a few hours when the dog appears. He taps the glass with his paw and she slides the glass door open. He saunters up and raises his leg. The liquid shoots out onto her face as she tries desperately to catch every drop in her mouth. When he has finished he growls and she licks the piss she missed off the cement floor.

He turns to go back inside and she quickly licks at her dog's asshole. This causes him to pause and let out a sigh of pleasure. She licks and sniffs shoving her tongue again and again into the tight little ring. The dog is now stopped and she slides her head down to lick his balls. She is upside down wiggling on her back trying to get to her master's cock. Her legs are up and bent, her arms are bent and the wrists hang loosely. She looks like a submitting dog except for her preoccupation with the huge furry cock. No real bitch ever had the hunger this woman seems to radiate.

The dog lifts a leg and she is able to squirm forward and puts his dick in her mouth. The tip is red and shiny, much hotter than a man's cock. The skin is soft and her tongue easily glides over it, back and forth, stopping only at the furry sheath. God, it feels good in her mouth.

She wonders if her neighbors have ever seen her on her hands and knees, sucking her dogs cock on her balcony. What if one of the disgusting men who live in the building was taking pictures right now?

She would do anything if someone had pictures. The thought makes her pussy heat up and squeeze. She squeezes it her self, again and again trying to get back the ripple of electricity.

Men are so scary! When she actually works up the nerve to talk to them it never goes right. She didn't want sex, but she also didn't want a movie and a lot of chatter. She needed to be on her knees, treated as a bitch. She wanted to be a slut, but she didn't want the scumbags that always seem to know what women liked. The men in her office where so afraid of lawsuits and PC jargon they looked away when she bent over.

Yesterday, she had dropped her pen in an important meeting and accidentally kicked it. She bent down to get it and crawled towards it. She had kicked the pen onto the carpet at the feet one of the men. She crawled under him and caressed his leg with her whole body. She seemed to be chasing and knocking the pen around while she rubbed and giggled playing at his feet and around his legs. They though it was an accident!

She had resigned herself to the fact that she could never approach someone to ask to be a kept as a pet slave. She loves her dog. She trusts her dog. She remembers how her dog first trained her. She remembered when he first forced her to take his long pink shaft into her mouth. Little had she known that it was the dog she would remain a pet to and not its master.

Beatings at the nunnery had left her wondering if there was a god. She was so lonely, always silent, she wished god was real. Then one day she had gotten a dog. She loved the dog so much; in fact she worshipped and suffered for the dog just as any would do for their god. God spelled backwards is dog and she knew that this was her god, come down to take care of her to end the thinking, to make her a martyr, to show her the way, if only she believed, really believed and worshipped. Worshipping like she is doing right now with its cock thrusting in her throat.

She is lucky and her God/Dog allows her back in the house an hour before bedtime. She gives the dog a full massage and combing. When she is done she massages his dick into hardness with her face. She tries to put his cock in her mouth but he growls and stands up on the bed. She begins to try to amuse him by begging on the floor at the foot of the bed. Her tongue out, hands up and bent forward and her ass wiggling the tail back and forth would turn on any hound.

This old dog has seen these tricks before and it takes her whole repartee of sits, roll over, and playing dead before he even seems to notice her.

The dog at this point picks up a stick next to the bed. She crawls over and tosses it through the apartment. She fetches several times before the dog just growls at her and smiles with those teeth.

She begins to push the stick back to the bed with her nose; the dog seems semi happy with this trick, which is semi new. She knows that her hands should be behind her back. Bending over with her legs spread to keep her balance she slowly pushes one end of the stick, then the other end.

She is giving her lord and master quite a show. Soon he comes down off the bed and watches from behind. She notices his attention and wiggles her ass more with enthusiasm.

He mounts her ever ready and wiggling ass. His jaws clamp on the back of her neck. He holds her in place as she bumps and grinds them both to orgasm. He has her neck firmly and he is piston fucking her wet snatch with all the force his short black hairy legs can muster. His back arches as he tries to find new spots to stretch in his big hairless love balloon (a rough translation of primal thoughts and nicknames).

His knot becomes as big as an orange. She is now caught on his love shaft and cannot help but be slammed back and forth, the cock now firmly holding her onto her lover. He explodes with a gallon of hot, boiling hot, cum that fills her. His blast is so powerful some squirts out beyond the knot.

She is under him now, literally and he drags her over to the bed. She shuffles on all fours underneath him. He gets back on the bed and lies down. She stands next to the bed bending over waiting for the knot to subside and let her control her own movements. Standing next to the bed connected to the dog, as he lies sprawling is always the time of night when she most notices that she isn't a dog, he isn't her master. She is a stupid fucking whore who is now standing at beck and call as she waits for a dog's knot to subside inside her, The evil thoughts whirl and swell in her head, blaming her.

The knot makes a loud popping noise and slurps out. A bucket of cum comes flowing out of her widely opened hole and plops on the floor. She stops thinking and drops to her knees and begins to eat. In action she is again a happy martyr. On the floor her face rubbing in the warm dog cum she finds herself.

The lady covers her love with a blanket gently stroking his fur. When she goes to kiss him on the cheek he moves and forces his long strong tongue into her mouth filling her senses with his musk.

She takes a chance and crawls up on the bed and curls up with her head and hands intertwined with his hind paws. She hasn't been that good. With a growl and a look of displeasure from her master, she scurries off the bed and takes up her normal position at the foot of the bed.

She goes to sleep knowing that she is a good pet and she will always believe, and thus be happy.