Suki & Toki's new slave dog Ch.2

chapter 2 – Breaking their dog slave

i. Reflections and memories

I lay in our large bed, tossing and turning.

My restlessness caused me to doze for a few minutes, wake up, and then doze again.

An over active brain occupied with thoughts about our new slave dog, currently in bondage and sedated in the cellar. Some small measure of worry for my beautiful lover Toki, engaged on her night errand, burgling the ex professor- now our slave dog's, apartment; removing any evidence of a link between us.

As I lay awake, it seemed natural to be excited and sexually aroused at the thought of starting our new slave dog's breaking and re-conditioning. It would set the proper obedient foundations for a changed existence. Our new slave would learn all about pain and humiliation; my beautiful girlfriend Toki and I would be its teachers.

There were bound to be tears at first, but they would not be our tears. Any sobbing and weeping from slave dog would be irrelevant to our objective of producing a totally servile slave.

We would not be kind to our new dog; part of the thrill of having such a slave to serve us is the pussy dripping delicious fun; to be sooooooooo cruel.

I wondered if slave dog was awake yet, it was still very early in the morning. I tried to picture its pure terror at waking up in total darkness, suspended from the top of its cage, securely tethered and the smallest fraction of movement serving to pull and tighten the leash around its neck. Would it scream for rescue at the un-responding cellar walls, through the ball gag that I had securely placed in its mouth or would it sob in disbelief that such things could happen to a respectable English professor.

While lost in my thoughts, a hand had drifted down to my pussy; gently massaging my clit.

The status of slave dog's life would drastically change, correction, it would have no life in the accepted sense. Its existence would be total servile obedience, serving at our beck & call.It would be subject to our cruel whims and the extravagant demands upon its mouth and tongue.

Both Toki and I were both eager to have another slave dog about the house. We both missed the opportunity of abusing at a whim and when the mood took us.

After we had completely broken its will and all previous aspects of its life had been conditioned out. It would happily accept its new slave doggy role and wag its false tail, as it begged to be used by us.

We would tread carefully at first to gauge its level of subservience in the new scheme of things. If things progressed well, both of us could watch its humanity vanish; only to be replaced by doggy obedience.

Pain and reward would form the major part of our strategy, and just like Pavlov's dog's it would soon be scrambling to carry out our every instruction; regardless of any deep seated distaste at the specifics of that instruction that may have been planted in its mind by conditioning and standards from its previous life, now gone forever.

I giggled silently at this and continued to stimulate my clit; thinking of the human toilet equipment in the cellar. It was all ready to be connected to an appropriate slave, efficient waste disposal and even self cleaning, some motivation required of course.

Toki was particularly keen that slave dog should quickly assume the role of our piss and shit slave. It was a big turn on for her, especially if the slave begged to be used in that way.

Now I was giggling even more at the thought of this once self important English professor, reduced to our subservient dog, begging us to use its mouth for our wastes; its pathetic little cock straining against its chastity device, as it tried to become erect at the mere thought of us letting it consume our shit and piss.

Yes all in good time, but Rome wasn't built in a day; although we were not prepared to wait for another empire to be built.

My thoughts turned to Toki again and the hope that she would quickly return to my arms.

Toki had really liked to use our previous slave dog. One of her favourite little games involved pussy & arse worship, accompanied by punishment, topped off with a large helping of her shit and piss.

She had adapted a normal wooden chair so that there was a cut out section in the seat. Their leather masked naked slave would be positioned under the chair so that its face could be fitted into the cut out section.

The slave was then placed in restraints, with its head tightly secured so that its face became an extension of the chair. Leashes were then attached to rings on the sides and top of the mask so that that slaves head and especially its mouth and tongue could be pulled upwards.

Toki would install the slave under the chair for a long session of oral worship.

She would pull open the zipper on the slave's mask and issue her instructions.

"GET YOUR TONGUE RIGHT OUT SLAVE DOG, AND START LICKING - BEGIN."

The slave would be required to snake its tongue into her pussy or arse. She would keep its tongue working for a couple of hours at a set pace which she strictly maintained. If the slaves tongue showed the slightest sign of flagging its balls were shocked as an incentive to keep licking at the required pace. I've known Toki have twenty to thirty orgasms using an oral slave this way, and since she liked to squirt; the slave was required to swallow mouthfuls of her delicious pussy juice.

Sometimes she would fit a double dildo gag into the slave's mouth, using that to get off rather than its tongue. A high work rate from the slave was still required; it would have to ensure that the dildo was in constant motion by pushing its head forward and up at all the times; so that Toki could squeal with pleasure.

In the second part of the session Toki would use a large ring to fully extend slave dog's mouth open; a large funnel was then fitted into the ring so that its mouth could receive her shit & piss.

After it had chewed and swallowed all of her waste; she would hose its mouth out; before resuming her seat on its face so that her arse and pussy could be licked clean.

It always excited me so much to watch my beautiful darling using slave dog like this, my pussy flooded with juices in response. I knew that when she'd finished with its mouth and tongue; then it would be my turn to use its slave face and that Toki would stick her tongue down my throat or suck my nipples as our servile slave dog continued to lap my pussy or arse hole.

My thoughts turned once again to our new slave dog. If it showed an appropriate subservient attitude and learned quickly, then it's existence would be a lot easier to bear. We would still be cruel towards it, we were unable to change that; it was part of our nature. But we could also be merciful as well and reward it with treats, like being allowed out of chastity to stroke its cock, while sucking our pretty toes.

But if it was stubborn and refused to cooperate, learn or made too many mistakes. Then that would be quite a different matter; harsh measures would then have to be used. The cruellest part of her rather hoped that the latter would be the case; much more fun and sooooo super delicious.

That memory of the past, and how we'd used our previous mark one slave dog's mouth as a human toilet had made my pussy so wet, that the bed sheet now sported a large damp patch. I would get Pop-Pop to change the bed later.

Our sexy eighteen year old slave girl/maid Pop-Pop, would be returning this morning after a two day absence on family business in the north of Japan.

Pop-Pop has been with us for over two years and she has a cruel streak that mirrors our own.

Toki had recruited her from the internet where she'd advertised herself as a submissive slave/maid seeking to serve a young gay female couple. We used her for general household duties and her talented super pussy licking skills.

Both of us liked using our strap-on to screw Pop-Pop in her pussy or up her arse; she always cried out for mercy when we did, begging us to stop, but actually meaning - please do it harder. We treated Pop-Pop well and she had a very easy life with us when compared to how we treated our previous slave dog.

Although Pop-Pop was submissive to us, she liked nothing better than dominating men, especially servile slave dogs.

I expected that with the arrival of our new slave, she would probably be such a good little girl over the next few days, and even more submissive to us than normal. This would get her into our good books so that she could ask to receive a piece of slave dog for her own personal use.

We both approved of Pop-Pop playing a role in the domination & humiliation of slave dog; after all, although a slave herself, she was female, and therefore on a much higher level in the hierarchy. Where women were supreme beings, most men tolerated, and slave dogs – to be treated like shit.

Using our slave maid in the role of reserve tormentor meant that we could enhance slave dog's humiliation; it also served as a reward system to keep Pop-Pop happy, keen & mean. We could also give her the task of instructing slave dog in some of the more onerous domestic tasks that we would be requiring it to perform to enhance its servility; for example toilet cleaning.

Our previous mark 1 slave dog had been required to clean the toilets with a toilet brush fixed to its forehead, and then finish off with its tongue to ensure that it everything was spotless. Pop-Pop had supervised this operation, and took great delight in improving the slave's efficiency by shocking its balls, and giving it even more extra incentive with her black spiked high heel shoes, a perfect match with her maids uniform; in the back of its neck; so that its head was pushed right into the toilet bowl.

As a reward, Pop-Pop had sometimes been allowed to use our previous slave dog for her own pleasure and amusement.

Slave dog mark 1 had been in terror of Pop-Pop and would whimper and sometimes piss itself when it found out that it was being given to her. I remembered one occasion when we had spontaneously allowed her the use of it.

It had been about 7.0pm and I'd been sitting with Toki on the large leather sofa in the lounge. We were all naked and I'd been gently tracing my tongue over Toki's nipples just the way she liked it, as it really turned her on. Pop-Pop had her face buried between Toki's thighs, eating her out. Our slave dog was at our feet with Toki's pretty foot mostly down its throat while it tried not to gag, and using its tongue to lick her heel, as instructed.

All three of us girls had been drinking wine, and were slightly tipsy. Slave dog had to make do with a large doggy bowl of Toki's pee, with a stern warning from her of the consequences if it didn't finish every last drop.

Toki convulsed and moaned as a huge orgasm took her, tightly gripping Pop-Pop's head to prevent her pulling away and removing her pleasing tongue. I glanced down at slave dog. It was licking Toki's heel even faster as in the throes of her ecstasy, she'd increased the pressure of her foot into its mouth.

The evening progressed pleasantly with more orgasms for myself and Toki, courtesy of Pop-Pop's skilful tongue; we even let slave dog suck Pop-Pop's pretty little toes, with their black toe nail varnish.

I could see that Pop-Pop was looking horny and would probably melt if Toki or I placed our tongues or our fingers into her tight hot wet pussy. That wasn't going to happen though; my tongue & fingers were only for Toki, and vice versa.

It was part of Pop-Pop's slavery arrangement, meaning that we would never ease her sexual frustration and get her off. She was of course frequently required to satisfy us.

We used this against her to make her more compliant to us, and she knew that we would give her rewards if she was a good girl. Slave dog was a convenient reward.

With all of her red hot pent up sexual tension, cruel nature towards men, especially servile dogs who were not fit to lick shit off her feet; slave dog was always given a very hard time as Pop-Pop's temporary slave.

Pop-Pop was taking a ten minute breather from exercising her naughty tongue, that a short time ago had made both of us scream the house down in ecstasy. She beamed a large smile as I leaned over and whispered in her ear.

"Would you like slave dog for the rest of the evening? You can take it down stairs to the cellar if you want, but make sure you put it back in its cage with its normal restraints when you've finished with it."

Pop-Pop's thanks gushed like a fountain.

"Oh thank you sooooooooooo much mistress Suki and mistress Toki, I'm so pleased and sooooooo happy. I'll make sure my tongue is better than ever when it's up your pussy & arse next time."

There would be little doubt of that, and sooner than she thought.

But before we allowed slave dog to be taken to the cellar under her merciless care, she was required to give us both one final orgasm simultaneously, using her tongue in one pussy and her fingers in the other.

Slave dog continued to suck Pop-Pop's pretty toes unaware that it would soon be whimpering for mercy under the cruel demands of our beautiful eighteen year old maid.

After our moaning had subsided, both of us were all in, and ready to retire to bed and spend the rest of the evening/night in each other's arms. We told Pop-Pop that she could go, and take slave dog with her.

Pop-Pop quickly attached a dog leash to its nose ring and fitted a cock gag into its mouth to stop its whimpering. I watched as her cute little bare arse swayed from side to side as she led/dragged it away to its rendezvous with the cellar playroom and a very busy unhappy night.

Toki and I lay in our bed playfully petting each other and watching the large plasma TV.

The live action from the cellar playroom could be clearly seen and Pop-Pops near perfect English came through the speakers with perfect clarity, as she reminded slave dog just how servile and pleasing it had better be in the next few hours if it wanted to maintain its health.

We were both amused by this, and our fingers found each other's pussies which were soon dripping with love cream, as we continued to watch and listen to Pop-Pop in action. Slave dog's whimpering was clearly audible also, its cock gag now removed.

"Hmmmm, that is so cool when I mark your arse with the crop-giggle, giggle. Now we'll try your tongue in my arse again, and you'd better do it right this time, or you get ten more marks. Your tongue will up there for at least another hour, so my hole had better be dripping with juice by then."

And with that Pop-Pop pulled the nose ring leash tight again, pulling slave dog's fully extended tongue up her beautiful arse to continue its slavish licking.

Locked in each other's arms, We continued to watch Pop-Pop using slave dog for a couple of hours more; finally drifting off to sleep while the screen displayed the continuing action of slave dog drinking Pop-Pop's pee straight from her beautiful tap and its balls receiving shocks when it spilled any.

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ii. Early morning start

I must have dozed off again.

My body came fully awake to a delicious tingling sensation in my pussy as I looked under the bed cover to find Toki softly licking my warm wet pussy with her tongue. Giggling and smiling at my beautiful lover and relieved that she had safely returned from her mission. I remembered that she'd promised to wake me up with her hot moist tongue, when she returned.

Any questions about what she'd found at slave dog's apartment could wait until later.

I mumbled sleepily.

"I sooooooo love your sexy tongue my darling."

Toki managed a short hmmmm of agreement, but was to not be distracted from sucking and nibbling my clit.

My body became more awake as I started speaking, part of me hoping that Toki was listening; but not too much to interrupt the attention she was giving to my swollen clit.

"Once, we've broken doggy and it's fully house trained; it can sleep naked on the floor at the end of the bed. We'll cuff its hands behind its back, but make sure it's able to crawl under the bed covers and wake us up in the morning by licking our pussies. We can set the correct wake up time on the pain remote timer so that its balls are shocked automatically. Once its balls get the message, it will know that pussy lapping time is here; our own doggy slave alarm clock-giggle, giggle."

I knew that my beautiful lover was too intent on worshiping my pussy to debate the idea; but I was sure that Toki would be all for it, probably suggesting an inventive addition to ensure that their slave dog's tongue performed at maximum efficiency.

Toki could be very inventive. They had only just started to explore using some of these ideas on their previous slave dog, when it had suddenly died.

They would of course keep two riding crops in the bed side cabinet, to give it the proper extra incentive when its wasn't licking them correctly or if the power of its tongue started to wind down without permission; their slave dog's tongue never slowed at its tasks unless they said that it could, especially when they were both approaching a delicious orgasm.

It was 0.6.20 am, I would let Toki finish off my pussy and then let her sleep for a bit. I'd have a quick breakfast and then get our new slave dog moving, so that it could be introduced to its new existence. My excitement at the thought of all the coming fun had not diminished.

The cellar was totally silent as I entered and switched on the lights. Slave dog was still hanging suspended in the middle of its cage.

I was wearing a special outfit for slave dog's first taste of its new reality under our control; thigh high PVC boots with spiked heels and a micro PVC bikini that barely covered my pussy and breasts.

Slave dog was clearly still under the influence of the powerful sedative that I gave it last night. This wasn't the place though, for a gentle wake-up call with a cup of tea and a friendly good morning.

I prepared the syringe and loaded it with the stimulant drug and pumped it into slave dog's arse. This would counteract the sedative so that it returned to the land of the servile living. As soon as it was roused I would winch it down to the floor of the cage and release it from its bondage; except for its hands which would remain cuffed behind its back.

It could then enjoy a nice breakfast bowl of dog food and a pleasant warm drink.

Slave dog now lying on the floor of its cage was definitely showing more signs of life, although as expected it appeared to be completely disorientated.

"Well slave dog, I hope you enjoyed your sleep? but you can't lounge around in your cage all day, you're going to be sooooooo busy starting to learn soooooooo many new things, that you won't know if you're coming or going – giggle; So, time to come out now QUICKLY, ON YOUR HANDS & KNEES AND DON'T SPEAK."

I'd attached a leash to its dog collar, and was prepared to drag it from the cage if it showed reluctance or was too slow in carrying out this instruction. However, whether it still had some of the compliance drug in its system from yesterday or it responded to my loud commanding voice, I'm not sure; but it emerged crawling from the cage of its own accord.

I allowed it a few minutes to regain some of its equilibrium before acquainting it with the facts of its new existence.

"DON'T SPEAK SLAVE, JUST LISTEN .You're now just a worthless slave who belongs to Toki and I. Your only purpose is to serve us totally in any way that we choose, we will use you for our amusement and pleasure. You will speak only if given permission and you will address Toki and I as GODDESS. The other member of this house is our maid, and you will address her as MISTRESS."

Well that was the -'we now own you speech' delivered, and it would have been a miracle if it had understood any of it, from free man to slave in the space of a night would initially be too much to grasp; but I had to start somewhere. And it would learn its new reality and a thousand other things as time progressed.
It was silent for a couple of minutes, presumably while its brain got started. And then it found its voice to release a jumble of sound.

"What, Where, Who, When, what the hell is going on here, what happened to me last night?"

Perfectly understandable in the circumstances when confronted by a dog cage where you'd clearly spent the night, and a beautiful aggressive young woman, tapping a riding crop in the palm of her hand, who had only yesterday been kindly showing you around her house and was considered to be a new friend.

But, whereas it was perfectly understandable in a normal situation, this wasn't normal life for normal people; it was slave life and therefore unacceptable for a trainee servile slave dog; who had been given rules about not speaking unless it had permission; regardless if it had understood or not.

I quickly moved behind it, taking aim and delivering three cuts to its arse with the riding crop. It was so shocked at this assault, that it was rendered speechless; which was the effect that I wanted.

"If you speak again without permission I'll hit you again, and a lot harder, NOD YOUR HEAD IF YOU UNDERSTAND."

No response.

I hit its arse six times with the crop this time, full force cuts that produced vivid red welts.

"NOD YOUR HEAD SLAVE IF YOU UNDERSTAND."

It studied my boots for a moment, and I prepared to hit it again, and then there was a nod of its head.

I hit it again ten times.

"THAT'S FOR MAKING ME WAIT FOR YOUR HEAD TO NOD SLAVE. Now tell me what you remember about yesterday."

This as it turned out, was not very much?

The compliance drug which I'd used on it yesterday appears to have had a drastic effect on its short term memory; it didn't remember anything after drinking the drug laced tea. How subservient it had been, painting our toes and even licking & sucking Toki's pussy as an extra forfeit.

It still seemed confused by the whole situation and had probably only just realized that it was stark naked with its cock in a chastity device and a metal ring enclosing its balls. You could see panic in its eyes as its mind flashed – must be a bad dream, no a nightmare, I'll wake up in a moment, the seafood I had yesterday must have disagreed with me, etcetera.

Without prompting from me it nodded again more vigorously as if to assure me or my riding crop that it was obeying.

So having administered punishment and hopefully set it straight on speaking without permission, the next item on the agenda was to feed it and give it something to drink – giggle.

Slave dog was still on its hands and knees so I squatted down and placed its doggy bowl in front of it. I opened a tin of its soon to be favourite food, apart from our shit that is; scooping out the semi solid goo into it's bowl.

"Eat your breakfast slave, and when you've finished I want that bowl licked clean, and then you can have your drink – giggle."

"But... but you can't expect me to eat that."

So I hit it again, ten more, on the back of its thighs this time, making sure that they hurt like hell.

"Did I give permission for you to speak, NOD YOUR HEAD IF I DIDN'T?"

It nodded its head and received ten more in the same place.

"Every time you disobey an instruction, you get punished. These are only small punishments as it's your first day as our doggy slave, but the punishments can get much worse, like so."

I gave it a low zap to its balls and giggled to myself as it jumped two feet into the air.

"That was setting one of ten. We have soooooo many – giggle punishments, that if I were you, I'd think very carefully before disobeying any more instructions – giggle."

"Now eat your dog food like a good little slave, you've got three minutes and that includes licking the bowl clean."

I now set about preparing its drink.

I held another dog bowl under my pussy and filled it nearly to the brim with my pee, which was a relief because my bladder had been bursting. I could see dog slave watching me out of the corner of its eye as it continued to eat its dog food. I wanted it to watch and learn that most of it's liquid intake would now be our pee.

While filling its dog bowl with pee I had decided not to give it any more of the compliance drug. I was worried that the drug obviously caused short term memory loss. If our new dog slave couldn't remember details, mistakes and consequences, it would render the reinforcement training ineffective.

I inspected slave's dog's clean bowl and gave it a pat on the head.

"Good doggy slave – giggle. Now drink this bowl of pee, ALL OF IT."

I made sure it could see the remote controller for painful balls, resting in my hand; indicating what it could expect if it didn't slurp down my delicious pee.

It was intelligent, and clearly saw the advantage in drinking it.

I was pleased to have made a start on its breaking, but there was a long road ahead, it would get a lot tougher for slave dog, as the tasks got more demanding and the sadistic nature of both Toki and I, fully slipped into gear. We would both become more impatient with it and expect instant compliance with any instruction and punishing the smallest of mistakes.

But that would be the fun of it.

The morning continued, a mixture of testing its compliance to simple tasks, asking repeat questions and my favourite - teasing its chastity imprisoned cock. I also changed the method of punishment to face slapping which I thought was more personal.

I love teasing a cock in chastity; watching the pain on a slave's face as its cock tries to grow against the restraining barrier of the device, makes me very horny.

Slave dog would be serving us intimately and could not fail to become aroused when, for example, it was instructed to lick our feet, pussies and arses, which it would be doing many times each day. It would be so delicious to observe the effects of this on its imprisoned cock.

I fixed slave dog's collar leash to a large pipe so that it was tight and restricted its movement, then tied a smaller leash around its balls just below the metal pain collar. I also made this leash tight so that any forward movement would pull its balls.

I couldn't keep the wicked grin from my face as it received a new instruction.

"SLAVE, stretch forward and pull my boot zips down with your teeth."

It hesitated, and that just wasn't allowed, so I slapped its face hard, enough to knock it sideways.

"GET THOSE ZIPS DOWN RIGHT NOW."

Slave dog had to stretch forward to reach the zips and the leashes around its neck & balls pulled tighter, increasing its discomfort.

I stepped out of my boots and dangled a bare foot in front of its face, so that it was about an inch from its mouth. My toes were still painted with the same colour varnish that it had so carefully applied yesterday; before it was selected for the lifetime slavery programme.

"You like my pretty feet don't you SLAVE – giggle? You want to lick them all over don't you? You want to put your tongue between my toes don't you SLAVE? ANSWER."

I slapped its face again until it gave me a correct response; and it got another slap for forgetting to address me as Goddess Suki.

"Now stick your tongue out, and keep it fully extended until I tell you otherwise."

Giggling, I pulled my foot away from its face and stooped down to grasp the rigid plastic tube that painfully confined its cock.

"Ahhhhh I think that your cock must be soooooooooo painful – giggle. What's going to happen to it when we dose you up with ultra strength Viagra and you have to lick our pussies or our arse holes for hours, it's going to be soooooo painful – giggle, it will probably explode – giggle."

I inserted a long finger nail through the partially open plastic at the end of its cock and collected a couple of drops of pre-cum from its leaking tip.

My finger hovered just above slave dog's extended tongue.

"Lick your nasty cock liquid off of my finger SLAVE. DO IT."

And its tongue removed the tiny traces of pre-cum from my finger tip, I laughed and giggled at its pained expression from its stretched balls and painful cock.

"Keep your tongue out SLAVE DOG, and it had better be fully out when I get back, your cleaning duties have only just started."

And with that I left the cellar and slave dog on its knees with its tongue out waiting for my return.

I sat drinking a cup of coffee in the kitchen, laughing to myself and thinking that our slave dog was starting to discover what being our slave was going to entail.

Finishing my coffee and biscuits I headed towards the garden for the next part of my game.

Slave dog was still in the same position as I had left it, with its tongue fully extended. Its eyes were riveted to my feet.

"You still want to lick my feet don't you SLAVE? SAY IT."

It made the correct response.

I slapped its face hard again, not because it got the reply wrong but simply because I enjoyed slapping it.

I pulled up a comfortable arm chair so that it was positioned right in front of slave dog. It would have to stretch forward to reach my feet with its tongue, and its balls would be pulled again.

"Well what are you waiting for SLAVE, get licking and cleaning my feet with that servile tongue of yours – giggle, giggle."

Of course, my feet were absolutely filthy from walking in the garden barefoot, through the mud, compost heap and the wet ashes from an old bonfire.

"Does your cock still hurt? Such a shame – giggle, never mind you can take your mind off it now."

I settled back into the chair and slipped my head phones on to listen to music as slave dog licked my dirt encrusted feet.

I had prepared earlier, a large bowl of my pee so that slave dog could dip its whole face into it and use it as a mouth wash to clean off the excess dirt adhering to its mouth & tongue. This was to prevent it re-applying dirt to my feet, rather than taking it off.

I made it take a big mouth full of the pee, swill it around to clean it's tongue, then swallow the pee/dirt mixture before resuming its cleaning.

Toki joined me at around midday. She was dressed in a black skimpy top showing a large expanse of bare naval adorned with her piercings', a black leather micro mini skirt cut just below the cheeks of her arse, and wicked stiletto sandals which left most of the top part of her foot bare. I also noticed that she was not wearing panties. I smiled at this as it was Toki's turn to take slave dog for the afternoon while I took a break. I suspected that the first item on Toki's training agenda would be pussy lapping 101.

Toki had Pop-Pop in tow; she had just arrived back from her two day trip. She already had her skimpy maid's uniform on, revealing the gorgeous contours of her body.

She greeted me with a respectful curtsy and I watched her lick her lips as she watched slave dog working on my feet with its servile tongue. I recognized that look on Pop-Pop's face by now, which translated, meant, that I can't wait to get my claws on it and its slave's tongue in my pussy.

Pop-Pop's arrival back at the house at this time was very convenient, as I was feeling horny from the thrill of humiliating slave dog all morning, especially feeling its servile tongue cleaning the mud from my feet.

Pop-Pop would now be spending the afternoon with my strap-on up her sexy pussy, followed by her head wedged between my arse cheeks, with her naughty little tongue probing my hole; all accompanied by the pictures from the cameras in the cellar, of Toki training and using our new slave dog.

I lay naked on my front facing the TV, watching and listening to Toki give instructions to slave dog for its next task. Pop-Pop s face was buried between my arse cheeks, her tongue delicately flicking my arse hole; causing me to release little gasps and sighs.

Pop-Pop had pouted at first about being shut away up my arse, as she wanted to watch Toki humiliate and use the slave. But I put Pop-Pop in her place by showing her the riding crop, and indicating how it would mark her delicate skin when I took it too her arse. Of course there were tears, which I had to bribe her to stop, with a promise that she could watch the recorded video footage later and I might even let her instruct slave dog on a couple of cleaning duties. Which no doubt translated in her head as pussy cleaning duties.

The bribe worked and Pop-Pop perked up no end, happily exercising her skilful little tongue in my hole; sending waves of pleasure through my body. Sometimes I wondered who was controlling who.

As Pop-Pop continued to make my body quiver with pleasure, I continued to watch Toki put slave dog through its paces and improve its oral skills. Slave dog was already starting to appear and act like an automaton as it struggled to stretch its tongue deeper into my demanding lover's tight pussy.

Slave dog's first breaking day was proving sooo deliciously enjoyable, well for Toki and I anyway.

Chapter Three – Breaking continues

Coming soon