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I watched as my slave began to discipline the puppy, spanking his ass methodically with a brush, a paddle, then a cane. I didn’t have to worry too much that the puppy’s ass would turn a bright red, that the moans and whimpers emanating behind the thick leather hood might cause my slave to go easy. No, the permanently locked, permanently helpless, permanently frustrated slave had turned out to always be eager to get some release from teasing, punishing and subjugating puppy. And, face hidden, blinded, deafened behind the hood, there was nothing puppy could do about it anyway.
The horse bench splayed the puppy out for easy access. Its limbs latched and locked into place, the always present fistmitts remaining sealed on, its small nub straining needily, the puppy was thoroughly reduced to its animal nature. Inside the hood the automatic whines and moans were muffled by a constricting silicone gag, and the same hypnofile that had been playing in the puppy’s ears for hours continued to tell it that it exists to please and serve.
My slave, naked, caged, collared, cuffed, stopped and admired its work, tracing the red and raised welts on the puppy’s butt, and then stroking it heedless of the discomfort its hands were causing on the angry skin. My slave looked to me for direction, and while I was tempted to see what it might do with more autonomy, I knew that giving it choices and decisions might just confuse it and detract from my enjoyment of the scene.
“Fuck it,” I simply ordered and a smile briefly crossed my slave’s lips before it answered affirmatively and started donning a strap on harness.
I relaxed back into my chair and took a glass from the rubber grimp kneeling to my right. The smooth drink helped relax me as my cock stiffened watching a frustrated boy in chastity getting prepared to use a long silicone dick to fuck another frustrated pup in chastity. I caught my slave’s eyes for a moment and groped my bulge appreciatively, knowing how much the difference in our stations turned it on. Still, it had a task to do, and once the harness was equipped, dildo latched and greased, it did not hesitate to slide the phallus deep inside the quivering slave dog.
The slave moaned and I laughed. There are Owners out there in similar situations that would immediately punish any slave that expressed pleasure in service, shocking their balls, or spanking their asses until they comported themselves more as an object than as a person. I, on the other hand, delighted in knowing that the idea of fucking his puppy, even with a piece of silicone while his own nub strained uselessly, was turning my property on. I revelled in the idea that if it had its way my slave would be using the pup unsparingly to derive the maximum amount of pleasure he could but instead it was reduced to the phantom pleasure of pumping in and out of its squirming ass.
I am sure underneath the hood too the puppy was moaning each slap of flesh against its red and tender ass, each stroke of the dildo deep inside its loosening hole, but the sound of the slave softly moaning “fuck, fuck, fuck” as its frustration and pleasure collided made any sound from under the hood inaudible. I placed my glass back in the hands of the stationary gimp and took out my cock to stroke in time to the fucking. The gimp could feel the vibration of my stroking and I saw its caged nub twitch in despair and arousal, and the slave could plainly see me getting my pleasure as it continued its fuck and I smiled as its eyes rolled into the back of its head conditioned as it was to associate my pleasure with its own.
“Stop,” I said as I got close. Too close to waste on a simple handjob when I had such an assortment in front of me to enjoy. My slave groaned and halted immediately, I could see its breathing rapid and shallow as it fought against the oppressive horniness. It straightened, slowly slid out of the puppy, then turned to face me showing clearly how much it was straining in its chastity cage.
“It wants the puppy to get it off,” I state.
“Yes Master”
“How long has it been since puppy last got it off, slave?”
“Two months Master. It’s so horny Master. Please Master.”
“It won’t be today, slave.”
“Thank You Master.”
The slave was always to express its gratitude and thankfulness. Not only does it fuck with a slave’s mind, to be denied and then to demonstrate happiness at the denial, but slave had a particular earnestness about it that never fails to make me think it is actually happy to spend months desperate and unfulfilled. I get up from my chair and walk towards it, smiling as I cup its ass and stroke its flank. It doesn’t move but I can tell that its in heat.
“How long since the puppy’s last orgasm, slave?”
“9 months Master.”
“Put it away.”
Deftly, my slave releases the puppy from the bench, and I watch as the animal stretches its arms and legs while remaining on its hands and knees on the floor. It had taken months of strict training, humblers, special shoes that prevented standing, and plenty of conditioning to make puppy more comfortable on its fours but now it would literally surprise me to see it any other way. Attaching a leash, my slave led the puppy to its corner of the room, a steel cage 4 feet by 2.5 feet wide. Feet first, the puppy was guided back into the cage, its ass slowly impaled by a dildo placed on the opposite side of the crate. Once properly secured, o rings attached to the puppy’s mitts and then to its ankle cuffs keep its legs and arms spread wide while another connection from the top of the hood to the top of the cage kept its sightless eyes looking forward. I looked at the lithe body of the pup, bound and controlled to the smallest degree, knowing my voice echoed in its mind as it almost instinctually started rocking its hips back and forth on the dildo to what little amount it could. Even when it wanted to fuck itself silly, dripping precum down to the floor of its prison, the puppy would have to respect that it would have no true control.
Once the pup was fully secured, the slave returned, bowed, and assumed an obsequious pose outstretched beneath me. By this time, the gimp had moved from cupbearer to cocksleeve, replacing the thick gag with thick cock. I leaned back and surveyed my property that despite its dominant interests remained a piece of property to me. I thought for a moment, do I reward it for the show it put on? Do I allow it some autonomy to do what it wishes? Do I send it to rest?
No.
“Gimp, place the slave in the box.”
The slave started shuddering, perhaps uncontrollably, perhaps in the smallest bit of resistance but it wouldn’t change its fate. The gimp worked as quickly as the slave had worked on the puppy, placing its arms in a binder, hobbling its ankles and knees, then escorting it to the Box. The Box was a black padded enclosure, 6 feet vertically by 2 feet wide. The slave was placed facing out towards the front of the box, its attachments locked and secured to various points on the inside. Its face was fitted with a harness keeping it from moving an inch, and its mouth gagged with a tube giving it any liquid it might need or that I might desire it to drink for however long it was kept in storage. The gimp removed the slave’s cage and the slave gurgled in relief and terror as to what that might mean for its upcoming ordeal. Then the lid was shut, with only a small one way mirror allowing me to see its eyes.
After just a few moments its eyes widened and I could see it was futilely trying to escape though no sound could possibly be heard through the material. I know that the AI controlling the bristles, brushes, and various other implements at the Box’s disposal had learned all it needed to know to keep the slave at the edge of its sanity and orgasm, and that every hour it spent in the Box further refined the merciless machine’s capacity for torture. The slave knew there’d be no relief, and it knew the only thing it could beg me with were its eyes even if it had no idea I was watching. I had purposefully given no idea as to how long it would stay there, but to be fair I didn’t really know myself.
The gimp resumed its role, greedily sucking down my cock, as I watched the puppy squirm in its prison, and the slave writhe within its.
“What a nice afternoon,” I said, to no one in particular.