Mistresses New Pet Life is cheap in Bosnia after the war, my family were wiped out, my Uncle, needing money to feed his family, sold me to a brothel. When this English couple turned up, I was happy to be sold to them, it sounded exciting to go and live with them in England. I was smuggled in past customs, by being put in a very large suitcase, they gagged, blindfolded and tied me tightly so I would not be noticed although it was very claustrophobic. I was kept like this until eventually the car stopped. I was so thankful to be untied from the strict bondage and blindfold it was quite a while before my eyes adjusted to seeing again and it was painful at first to straighten my limbs. I was in a large garage, in one corner was a cage, around three feet high and three feet long, next to it was a large cat litter tray and two bowls. I thought at the time they had a dog, but the illusion was soon dispelled. I was stripped naked and told that I was to be the Mistresses new pet, that the cage was to be my new home, until I had been trained. I was taken to the bowls, one had food and one had water, to eat. I looked up at the Mistress waiting for her to unlock my hands that were tied behind my back, but she grew impatient and pushed my face into the bowl. "Eat, you bitch!" she instructed, and so I did. I was very hungry, I could not remember the last time I had been fed, so I lapped up the "stew" with my tongue. I soon discovered that eating this way meant getting my face right down into the food, coating my nose, and my cheeks. It wasn't too bad tasting considering I found out later it was dog food. I drunk two bowls of water, by putting my nose over the edge of the bowl, to stop the water running into my nose. I spent what must have been several days in the garage, blindfolded, gagged and tied in the small cage, there were no windows so I did not know whether it was day or night. The Mistress would come in now and then, and feed and water me. I was allowed to use the litter tray after each meal. Which I cleaned up after each use, then subsequently I was bound, gagged, blindfolded and returned to the cage. After a while a new invention was added, earphones - music was played constantly overlaid with Mistress's voice telling me that I was her bitch dog. Teaching me the positions: Sit Crouched on my feet, feet together knees spread wide apart, hands together in front, (similar to a sitting dog position) Begging was similar, but I would be made to put my hands together and make a dog whine noise. Lay Laying on my back, arms and legs in the air. Sometimes Mistress would come into the garage and teach me positions whipping me with a small cane. After many hours, days or even weeks, I began to believe I was a dog. I had no stimulus only the voice played over and over, 24 hours a day, even when I was asleep. "You are a bitch dog, you will obey without question. You will not speak without permission, you will not go to the toilet without permission. You will respect your Mistress and Master at all times. You will obey. You will do anything asked of you or you will be punished". One day the routine changed, Mistress seemed quite excited, I was not put back into my cage, but led out through a little door into the house. I did not want to stay in the garage any more, so I determined to be a good bitch dog for the Mistress. The house was beautiful, I was led by a collar and lead, crawling through the kitchen, hallway up the stairs into the main bedroom, then through into an en suite bathroom. It was beautiful. I was ordered to sit. "You stink! It is time we gave you a thorough cleaning" I was led by my lead to the sunken bath, and ordered onto my hands and knees. The lead was attached to a hook on the wall, and I could not move because it was pulled tight, forcing my head high. The shower spay of cold water hit my skin, making me suck in air with the shock, my neck jerked painfully to remind me that I could not move. I felt goose bumps all over my body, and began to shake uncontrollably. Mistress must have felt sorry for me for she then increased the temperature of the water, which meant I warmed up very quickly. After a brief soak she switched off the shower, and I waited dripping while she appeared to change the shower head. She turned me round to face away from the shower, and put a very wide belt around my waist, I was soon cuffed and secured in such a way that breathing was the only movement I could manage. I felt some gentle massaging of my pussy, and it felt really good, then the massaging moved towards my ass, and I could only inwardly squirm. Slowly she inserted her finger, then two then more. It was painful, but I could not complain, as I was gagged effectively. Suddenly she withdrew her fingers, and I felt something cold enter my ass, it didn't hurt at first, but as she continued to push, my ass hole was stretched and I felt my body protest at the intrusion, suddenly, the object reduced in size, and was stuck firmly in my ass. The water was switched on, and I felt the water enter my body. It was a strange gentle sensation at first, but as the water continued, my stomach began to protest, I began to feel an urgency to expel the water, but could not dislodge the object. After several uncomfortable moments, I began to feel as if I would explode, the water was turned off. I could feel a sweat over my body, and I felt a little sick. My stomach however, was in turmoil, and cramping, I began to feel desperation for release. What made the situation worse was the fact that she began to massage my swollen tummy, moving the water around inside me. She left me suddenly, in my extreme discomfort, unable to move, I could not think of anything but the need to expel the liquid. I thought I would go mad. To not be in control of even one's bowels was the most humiliating experience I had ever had and I felt a strange excitement stir. When Mistress returned, she adjusted the metal object in my ass, I was unlocked from my position, and ordered to crouch over the toilet. (I could not sit on the toilet, for I was a dog, not allowed to use a toilet like a human) my legs were spread quite wide, and being so close to release the pressure was unbearable. She then lent over and turned some sort of tap, and I felt the rush of water leave my body through a long tube, directly under the water of the toilet. I felt totally drained of energy when it was over, but she led me back to the bath, where I endured another two enemas until she was finally happy her "bitch" was clean inside. She filled the bath with warm soapy water, and it was wonderful. (I can only vaguely remember baths, the war cut off our water supply very quickly, and I hadn't had a bath for years). I felt very weak, the enemas, had exhausted me. After I had thoroughly washed, both inside and out, and shaved completely, I was led by my collar and lead through to another room. This was totally different from anything I had ever seen before. The walls were lined with every type of whip you could imagine, there was a large padded horse in the middle, and a cross in the corner. There was a bookshelf full of various dildoes, but plugs, and other instruments that I had never seen before. I was laid across a wooden bench, and my tits were pulled through a gap and I felt them being clamped together with some sort of winding mechanism. I was secured by ankles, wrists, collar and waist, so that once again I was in no position to move. The gag and blindfold were added, I entered my own small world of darkness. I felt fingers playing with my nipples, and then suddenly something closed round the nipple giving me a sharp pain. I could only make a small sound, but still could not avoid the fingers as they moved onto my other nipple. The pain began to subside slightly only to return later as a dull ache increasing in strength but by then, other parts of my body were crying out for my brain's attention. The whipping started slowly, as the blows worked around the whole area of my ass, I could feel warmth entering my buttocks, the rhythm of the strokes began to lull my senses. I could still hear Mistress's voice, instructing me while the blows fell. "I want you to know that you are our property now, we paid good money for you. There is no-one in your country to miss you, and you have no status in this country, we can do exactly what we want with you, understand" I felt my heart grow cold, because her words were indeed true. The only person left of my family, my uncle would not miss me, he had probably spent the money he got for me many months ago. As for this country, no-one saw me enter, I did not exist. "You are my bitch dog, you are not human, just an animal. I can do what ever I want with you, I can even kill you if I like, no-one would know, but for the time being, if you are a good doggie, we will keep you alive." Her words sent a chill through me, it did not seem to be an empty threat. How many bodies had been left to rot in my country, with no-one to bury them? I did not think it would be the same in England but I did not want to risk it. I vowed to be a 'good doggie'. "As you are a bitch dog, you will not speak unless you are told to" I could not talk anyway, because I was always gagged, "my husband is a Surgeon, and should you require it, he has the abilities to cut your vocal chords, so I would make sure you remember not to speak. That is unless you want us to silence you forever" and with that she laughed. "If you run away, the Police will arrest you. Ashram, (the brothel owner in Bosnia) has contacts in the Police, and they will ensure that you are silently disposed of, so there is no escape. Remember Ashram has contacts in all parts of the country and he will track you down, he assured me of that." I realised at that point that I was broken, entirely at the mercy of the Mistress and Master. I could not run away, I had nowhere to go, the only choice I had was to live the life of a bitch dog. The house seemed comfortable, much better than the brothel, where I was forced to 'entertain' 40 - 50 men a night, and would not be guaranteed any food at the end of it. The dog food was an acquired taste and I had had time to acquire it. Here in the house it was warm at least, the garage had been cold, but not as cold as the brothel cell I was thrown in when I wasn't 'entertaining'. Suddenly the whipping stopped, I could feel the cool air against the heat of my bare skin, but the ache in my nipples was really hurting by now. Suddenly I heard the swooping noise of a cane, and felt a line of fire cross my ass. I jerked in my bondage, and let out a strangled cry. The strokes continued, until at last I was weeping and shaking uncontrollably. The whipping stopped again, and I felt something cold against the entrance to my pussy, with a sudden thrust, it was inside me, larger than a mans cock, and ice cold. "I like fucking my little bitch" Mistress exclaimed, as she slammed the strap on into me again. The bench began to move with the strength of the thrusts, and I began to fear she would damage me, when would she stop? after all, dildoes don't come. She continued fucking me at what seemed to be an eternity, my weeping had turned to the odd sob, my nipples were throbbing painfully as they shook with each thrust. Unexpectedly they were released, and I cried out at the rush of blood to my nipples, it hurt like nothing I had ever felt before. I screamed into the gag, and the thrusting stopped. I realised Mistress had come. She did not move for several minutes, but kept the dildo inside me leaning over my back, I could feel her warm breath on my neck. I stayed as still as possible so as not to draw attention to myself, less she would start beating me again. Just when I thought she may have fallen asleep, she withdrew, and my pussy felt bereft and empty. She untied me from the bench, "on all fours, you fucking bitch dog" I did as requested and watched her as she sat on the armchair in the corner of the room. There was a knock on the door and the Master appeared with a couple of drinks, he put one beside the Mistress and then perched on the arm of the chair to drink his own. I felt thirsty but dare not ask for anything myself, I just watched as the two of them surveyed me on all fours before them. Slap! I was slapped round the face, so suddenly it shook me. "Keep your eyes lowered, you fucking bitch!" she shouted, slapping alternate cheeks with each word. "never look your superior's in the eye, you are not even worthy to lick their feet, do I make myself clear!" I dare not look up, so I just nodded in agreement. "Now lick me clean, you bitch!" she ordered, shaking the large dildo still strapped to her crutch. Keeping my eyes averted, I took the enormous cock into my mouth, tasting my pussy at the same time. It made my mouth even more dry, I was in desperate need of a drink. After several minutes of sucking the huge dick, she began to grow more impatient. "Sit!" she ordered, and I immediately assumed the position taught, she then stood up, and moved forward until I was forced backward, my face level with the long huge cock. "I am going to teach you how you suck cock, you fucking dog, I can't believe that 6 months in a brothel and you don't seem to have learnt anything!!!" She pressed the cock against my lips and I opened my mouth wide to accept it. It was pushed right to the back of my throat, and I choked. This did not stop her for a moment, because she took hold of my hair, and thrust my head onto the cock. Even when choking she pulled on my head, so that the cock did not move from the back of my throat. Tears were streaming down my cheeks, as I choked over and over. Eventually she stopped, and looked me directly in the eye, "now I am going to slowly force this down your throat, and you are going to concentrate on relaxing and allowing it to go all the way down, I want my pussy to touch your chin. If you try and stop me I will keep going until you have learnt to relax." The cock was a good ten inches long, I was afraid that I would never get it down my throat, but took a deep breath and tried to relax. When it hit the back of my throat, I concentrated on relaxing, and fought the urge to choke. Suddenly my chin was touching the leather skirt stretched over her pussy, but it was not over, she held me in that position, and I felt my lungs fighting for air. My eyes began to roll, and I thought I would slip into unconsciousness, when she pulled out I gasped for air. Only to repeat the incident a further four or five times. "What a good doggie you are!" she said as she pulled out the last time, "you deserve a little treat for that don't you agree ?" she asked her husband. I remained kneeling before her, not knowing what to expect next. Her tone was the gentlest I had ever heard her use. "how about a nice drink, I expect you are thirsty after all this attention you have been given." I nearly looked up, but remembered just in time. I did not know whether she wanted me to answer her, because I was not supposed to speak, yet she was asking me a question. "let's get you a nice drink then shall we" she continued, not needing any confirmation from me I remained where I was, my thirst so strong now I was longing for a cool glass of water so much I could almost taste it. She picked up a large red dog bowl from one of the shelves and put it on the floor in the middle of the room. Then she proceeded to remove her panties, and crouch over the bowl. She let out a long stream of urine into the bowl then turned to me. "now one of the pleasures you get when you are my little dog bitch is to clean me up so get over here and be my toilet paper you bitch" I moved towards her and she lifted her skirt so that once again I was level with her pussy. I had never licked another woman's pussy before, but did not hesitate for fear of reprisals. I put my tongue in the warm slit, and licked. The taste was slightly sharp, but not altogether unpleasant. I licked all along the opening, and then when she grabbed my hair once again, I was forced to push my tongue inside and lick harder. Satisfied she pulled me away by my hair, and then pushed my face towards the bowl of piss. "Drink up your little treat, after all you have earned your little gift" I put my face down into the bowl, and was engulfed in the smell of urine. Placing my nose on the edge of the bowl I lapped up the salty liquid, dismissing all the feelings of revulsion. I knew my place and there was no fight left in me. When I had cleaned the bowl of every drop of liquid I found my thirst had increased. "I think you had better thank me" "Thank you Mistress" I said, my voice croaky my throat still sore. "Would you like a drink of water now, bitch?" she asked "Yes please Mistress" "Then you had better beg for some water then, hadn't you" I put myself into the begging position "Please can I have some water, Mistress" I said Slap! Her hand hit my cheek "You are a fucking dog, a dog doesn't talk! How many times do I have to explain myself, you stupid fucking bitch!" I began to beg and make the small noises like a dog "I can't hear you, bitch! Louder!" I started to make louder whining noises. I was so thirsty by then I would have done anything. She watched me for what seemed an eternity, until eventually she poured some water into the same bowl. I did not stop making the begging noises, however, until she gave me permission to drink. I don't think water had ever tasted so good. To be continued....
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