by Lindsay Ross
“Call me master,” he ordered.
“Master, I will serve you and worship you if you will just release me from this agony. I beseech you, master.”
“You will serve me and worship me whether I spare you or not,” John said. “Don’t attempt to bargain with me. I will decide your fate, minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day. You will be by creature.”
“Yes master.”
“It is amusing that you offer your body to me. Is that not proof that I was right to call you a whore?”
“Yes master.”
“Let me hear it from your lips.”
“I am a slut, master. As lewd as any trollop. You are right, sir.”
“It is progress to hear you use straightforward language instead of aping the upper classes. I remember the affected way you spoke to me when you thought you could give me orders. Are you John? He mocked me by exaggerating my accent, recalling the first time I had spoken to him.”
By this time I felt as though my arms would be pulled from their sockets and my back was in great pain from the way I was hanging.
John reached up and pushed his fingers into my gash.
“Is this what is on offer?”
“Yes, master.”
“And what do you call it?”
“My pussy, master.”
“And other names for it? I am sure you know them.”
“My twat, tail, slit, sir.” I knew my face and neck had turned crimson with the embarrassment of saying these words.
“And?”
“Quim, scut, snatch.”
“Perhaps you should stop before you shock me. Where did you learn such words?
“I’m not sure, master. Probably from listening to other girls.”
“I see, you put the blame on others?”
“No, master. I didn’t mean that,”
“So I was right. You are not, and never have been, a lady or anything close to being a lady?”
“No, master.”
“Then why did you try to act the part?”
“Because it is expected of a professional person, master. When I was employed by Mr. Povey I felt I had to present myself as a person of refined manners.”
To my surprise, John burst out laughing at this last remark. “If only you knew the truth of the matter. My master has not employed you for your refined manners. You will see the irony of your words in due course. In the meantime, you can continue to talk to me like the filthy-minded fishwife you are, do you understand me? I want no airs and graces or I will know you are trying to make yourself sound superior to your master.”
“I understand, sir.”
With huge relief I saw him take hold of the chain and lower me so he could untie my ankles and then my wrists. When I tried to stand I staggered but managed to regain my balance to avoid falling over. I had prepared my mind as well as I could for what I expected to follow, namely that he would roger me, but instead he made me get on my hands and knees on the cold flagstones and squeeze into the iron cage I had likened to those used to house wild creatures. To be able to fit into the dimensions of the cage I needed to crouch down like an animal. I saw there was a bowl of water inside the cage and nothing more.
“You will have visitors tomorrow as it’s Christmas Day,” John said and pulled on his shirt again. “Sleep well.”
I had completely forgotten it was Christmas Eve. The thought that I was spending Christmas in such circumstances made me feel unutterably sad and tears ran down my face.
I awoke with every bone in my body aching or so it seemed. I could not turn round in the cage nor could I get properly onto my side so I had spent the night in the same position I had adopted to crawl in. Having eluded me most of the night, sleep finally bestowed its blessing when the new day was dawning. I sensed this to be the case for there was no natural light in the chamber.
The new day. Christmas! I thought of my family as was the custom with me, my brothers and sisters receiving their presents and my mother doing her best to provide a festive meal with meagre resources. But love is the most important resource at Christmas and there was love in abundance so my young siblings would not really suffer. If they could have pictured me now naked and caged their Christmas would have been ruined so it was just as well they were in total ignorance as to my misadventures. I was still thinking about the family Christmas I was missing when I heard a key turn in the lock. Unfortunately I had wet myself during the night and I was greatly embarrassed that they would see the pool of urine under me.
Craning my neck, I saw John was leading Laurence Povey with Margaret trailing behind the two of them.
Margaret was carrying a large package covered with bright wrapping paper and fastened with a pink ribbon tied in a bow and she placed it on the floor near my cage.
“She has peed copiously, I see,” said John. “She will have to mop up her mess.”
“Time to release her,” Margaret said to John who knelt and unlocked the cage. “Come and see what we have bought for your Christmas presents.”
I was allowed to stand at last and I stretched and flexed my limbs as best I could trying to rid myself of the pain in all my muscles.
Margaret came to kneel beside John and the two of them tore away the wrapping paper to reveal a silver coloured box.
Laurence Povey came closer too, obviously knowing from the sound of paper tearing that the contents were about to be revealed.
The first thing I saw John take from the box was a thick leather dog collar with silver studs. Next, Margaret drew out a leather harness in the same light colour. A dog lead followed made of chain but with a leather handle, then a steel structure which I took to be a muzzle. I began to think the climax of this performance might be for one of them to pull a puppy from the box but all that followed was a whippy looking cane with a silver handle.
“Perhaps she would like to look at the name on the collar,” suggested Mr. Povey.
Margaret put the collar into my hands and I saw the name inscribed in copperplate writing on the silver plate was Bella.
“What do you think?” asked John.
“Is it to be my hound?” I asked. “Is it named after me?”
“It is you,” said Mr. Povey. “You are to have the honour of replacing Pilot, my beloved wolfdog, though we have a bitch this time.”
“I don’t understand,” I said, still mystified.
“Put her collar on, Margaret, so that she may comprehend.”
Margaret took the collar back from me, placed it round my neck and pulled it tight.
“A perfect fit,” exclaimed John.
“You will stay down here until John and Margaret have completed your training. When you are fully trained you will become my eyes. I intend to feel the wind in my face and go to places I have shunned since my accident. You will give me back an active life. I told you when you applied for the post that I needed someone to give me my sight back.”
I wanted to protest at the way he’d tricked me but I thought it wise to remain silent.
“We better begin with toilet training, sir,” said John.
“Do not spare the rod, John. She will need firm handling.” With these words, Laurence Povey was led away by John and I was left with Margaret.
“Well Bella,” she said. “I suppose you think ill of me?”
“What do you expect? You betrayed me.”
“You are wrong. I have no choice but to obey Mr. Povey and John. I dare not challenge them in any way. I led you down here because I was ordered to.”
“I wish I could believe you, Margaret. I thought we were becoming such good friends.”
“More than just friends, Isabel.”
“All that is over, I suppose.”
“No, Bella. I may get opportunities to visit you alone. In the meantime if I seem rough with you and even punish you, it is so that the men do not suspect we are lovers. If they find out I would be whipped soundly too.”
“You told me you had been punished by Mr. Povey.”
/> “It is true. He treated me as a slave when I first came to the house.”
“But he did not turn you into his hound?”
“No, but I was cruelly treated.”
“You told me you had come to enjoy pain.”
“They trained me that way. It was the only attention I received, the crack of a whip or the swish of a cane, never any affection. Like you I was kept naked for weeks.”
I remained on my hands and knees looking up at Margaret wondering if she was spinning another web of lies. Then I heard the key in the lock and John retuned, ending our conversation.
***
“We will begin her training now with a few simple commands,” said John.
Margaret produced a mop and bucket and ordered me to clean up the pool I had left under the little cage and then it was pushed to one side. In truth I needed to relieve myself again and wondered if there was a way I could convey this need to them without incurring their wrath.
Trying to remember what dogs do, I circled and sniffed the floor, whimpering slightly.
“The bitch needs to pee again,” said John.
“Well, it’s progress if she tells us when she needs to go,” said Margaret.
“Put the sawdust and newspapers we brought in the corner as her designated toilet area,” John instructed her.
When the area was prepared, John attached the leash to my collar and took me there, with a sharp tug on the lead.
Now I had the embarrassment of squatting down in front of him to urinate and it took me some moments to start.”
“Now bitch Bella won’t perform.” John said impatiently. “Pass me the cane,” he roared at Margaret.
“Give her time,” Margaret said but obeyed his order instantly.
John brought the stick down hard across my thighs as I crouched and I yelped with pain. This put me off even more and I could produce only a dribble at first. Finally I managed a normal stream. The act of peeing made me want to defecate as well and to my shame I dropped two stools on the sawdust.
“Disgusting animal,” said John screwing up his face and I resented him deeply for making me feel dirty and ashamed. However, I knew I must show total obedience whatever order I received otherwise the cane would be used without mercy. I remembered that Mr. Povey had not only given John licence to flog me but had actually encouraged it with his last words before leaving the chamber.
John began my training by requiring me to walk at heel as he perambulated rapidly round the whole floor area, yanking my leash if I strayed even a few inches or was slow to keep up. Not only did I feel the sharp pull on my neck but I received strokes of the cane across my rump as I walked on all fours.
Margaret said, “Good dog,” on more than one occasion but when she took over from John she used the cane just as much. I was still unsure whether she was cruel to me because she enjoyed it or because she was under duress as she had claimed. If it was an act for her John’s benefit she was very convincing.
Needless to say the training was strenuous and painful for me even without blows from the cane; my bare knees were becoming very sore and my breathing was laboured. Crawling at speed is very exhausting and I was soon breaking out in a sweat but we continued to circle the paved floor relentlessly. When they became fatigued one took over from the other but I had no opportunity to rest. They broke into a trot from time to time and I struggled to keep up. Then I accidentally lost my forward momentum and fell full length on my belly.
John took this opportunity to cane me brutally as I lay spread-eagled and helpless at his booted feet. After a time the beating was so intense that I got on my knees, fending off the blows with my hands, and turned to clasp his leg and beg for mercy feeling the soft leather of his boots against my skin. His response was to kick me away and use his boot to exert pressure on the back of my neck until I was flat on my stomach once again.
John was furious that I had spoken, pointing out that he didn’t expect to hear a dog use language and I was thrashed again.
“If you wish to tell us anything you must communicate as a dog would,” he ordered.
Next, I was held by Margaret and had to run to John on the command “Come!” They expected me to be lightning fast in moving between the two of them and if I wasn’t off the mark immediately the cane came into play again. On the command, “Sit!” I had to kneel resting on my haunches and raise my arms in a begging position with my wrists limp and I had to lie flat on the command “Down!”
***
John and Margaret continued my training for some days before they turned their attention to my appearance. One morning they came with razor and soap and informed me I was to have all my body hair removed.
They employed another of their devices suspended from the ceiling which involved my feet being put in stirrups which raised my legs and lower body to a greater height than my head and torso (supported by other ropes with loops) which had the effect of spreading my legs and opening my thighs. They adjusted the pulleys and ropes until my pussy was brought level with John’s hands. It was then an easy task for him to soap the thick hair on my mound and shave it off with his cut throat razor. Any surplus water simply dripped on the stone floor under me causing no problems. When my motte was clean, he lathered the lips of my pussy and the areas surrounding my labia and drew his razor back and forth until not a hair remained.
Margaret then scythed off my long hair and left me with boyish curls like a dog’s short coat. Then I had to endure the humiliation of having a plug inserted into my anus which had a tail attached which was long enough to trail between my legs which, I was told, must not be removed except to allow me to defecate, after which it was to be replaced.
I still puzzled over Margaret’s part in the scheme of things at Drydon Hall. She was as good as her word in coming to me at night but I could not be sure if she was prompted by real affection or the simple desire to use my body.
She insisted that I was still Bella when she came to me, explaining that changing identities would be too confusing for me and that I should reconcile myself to the fact that my future was canine. This advice, though possibly well meant, came as a great shock to me. In my mind I had thought that when I was allowed to team up with my master I might find an opportunity to escape, perhaps when guiding him on a walk, but the possibility that I might never return to a normal human state was a huge blow to my morale.
One night I saw Margaret was accompanied when she entered the chamber and when the two figures emerged from the dark shadows I saw her companion was a very young girl wearing a cloak with a hood raised to conceal her features. When she drew back the hood I saw the girl, who was certainly under twenty, had a very handsome face.
Margaret explained that Millie, who had recently joined the household as a maid, had a great love of dogs and had asked to be shown the one kept in the cellars. They exchanged looks and smiles and I knew instantly that they were lovers. Seeing such a pretty young girl, the predatory Margaret would not have been able to resist bedding her as she had done with me.
“The little bitch is quite endearing,” said Millie and put out her hand towards my mouth and I first licked her fingers then rubbed my naked body against her skirts behaving as much like a friendly hound as I could. Millie stroked the back of my head and remarked to Margaret that I seemed affectionate.
“She can be very affectionate, Millie,” said Margaret as if trying to suppress a chuckle. “If we undress she can show us all the cringing devotion of which a dumb animal is capable.”
“Undress, dear Margaret!” exclaimed Millie. “Is there not a chance that we may be discovered?”
“John is fast asleep and no-one else would venture down here in the dead of night.”
“Is this place not too cold and draughty?”
“We could take her to my bedroom but that is more risky, beloved.”
It seemed to me that Margaret was most anxious to please her new young lover and that she could easily be persuaded to do Millie’s bidding. The relati
onship seemed a little like that between an older man besotted with a much younger girl.
“But it will be exciting, Margaret.”
Margaret took me out of my prison and attached the lead to my collar, pulling me sharply to heel, and then the two women linked arms. Millie pulled her hood over her head and they left with me crawling on hands and knees keeping as close as possible to Margaret’s boots.
I had never been inside Margaret’s bedroom and I was met by the sight of a huge dildo with straps resting on her bed covers.
“Oh dear,” said Millie. “We are giving away our secrets.” She scooped up the object and put it on top of a wardrobe.
Both women began to undress while I remained in the sitting position with my hands held out and my wrists limp, the collar feeling tight round my neck. I panted a little having been taught that I must maintain dog-like behaviour even when I was sitting still.
“Should I give Bella a drink of water?” asked Millie, now wearing only her underwear.
“Pour a little into that dish if you like, angel,” Margaret replied. I noticed she was employing all the endearments she had once used with me.
Margaret and Millie were now naked and they climbed onto the bed and sat on the covers leaving a space for me. When Margaret looked down at me and tapped the bedcovers I jumped up and sat in the gap between them, my tongue lolling. The two women lent towards each other behind my back and whispered in each other’s ears and giggled like conspiratorial young girls.
Margaret then lay on her back with her head near the bottom of the bed and her feet on the pillows until she raised her knees and opened her thighs. Millie pushed me towards her and it was clear I was meant to go down on Margaret and lick her pussy. I couldn’t see what happened next but Millie must have strapped on the dildo and got into the doggie position for suddenly I felt my own quim being penetrated. The false penis was pushed up higher and seemed to fill and stretch my passage in a way I found unpleasant and painful.
I thought it a strange way to lose my virginity-if it could be counted as such.
