Treated Like a Dog On A Lead

by Joanna Maguire

 

My Mistress as a hated ‘male ‘made me wear a dog collar that was locked about my neck when I was in her charge. She often kept or left me on a short chain when she was busy elsewhere. One night however while I was laying about attached to the chain She commented."? Oh! little doggy I have not taken you walkies have I ?" " No Mistress I answered" "Put these on" I was given a pair of black stirrup pants and a black polo neck shirt. I had no trouble putting on the stirrup pants. My dog collar was taken off so I could put the shirt on. The collar was immediately locked back around my neck. I was told to put a pair of 4-inch black high heel court shoes on. Then a black hood with a mouth hole only was put over my head so I could not see. Then my hands were tied behind my back. " Lets go dog." I felt a pull on my collar. I had no option but to be lead along behind my Mistress by the dog lead. "Careful now I will help you down the stairs. I felt my Mistresses arm hold mine as she helped me down the stairs. I hear a door open and I again felt the pressure of the dog collar pulling me forward. I heard the sound of cars passing. I was out on the street being lead like a dog. I don’t know where were or how far I was pulled along helpless. It must have been at least a kilometer, Then I heard the laughter of a number of women. " My Madelaine that’s a nice doggy you have there. I hope he does not bite. ? " Come have a cup of coffee with us" another female voice asked. "Yes why not?" answered my Mistress. Again I briefly felt the pull on my collar .I was only pulled along a half a dozen steps." Lay down doggie and don’t make a noise or else" I kneeled down to lay on the cold concrete beneath my feet. I felt and hear my lead being tied to something. I hear a male voice ask" What would you like Madam " My Mistress answered "A Café latte and a piece of cheese cake I think’ Horrified but not able do a thing about it I realized I was in a sidewalk coffee shop with my Mistress and at least two of her lady friends. I lay there for some time, listening to their chatter’ I then heard my Mistresses coffee and cake being set down by the waiter.

A strange female voice uttered. " Madelaine what about something for your dog Waiter bring him a bowl of water he looks thirsty" More chatter and laughter from my Mistress and herfriends." Waiter put the bowl down there" I heard my Mistresses commanding voice order. I heard the clink of a metal bowl near my face. Then I felt someone unzip the mouth hole of my black hood. "Its in front of you doggie. Feel for it with your tongue, lap it up all of it now" My Mistress ordered. I searched with my tongue blindly. After what seemed a minute or so I felt the coldness of the metal bowl, then the wetness of cold water. I lapped with my tongue as fast as I could. It was not early lapping up water through the mouth hole. My face became wet, as did the polo neck of my shirt. Laughter from all about me. Cries of good doggy. Nice doggy. But isn’t he a messy pig. It must have taken me ten minutes or so before with my tongue I felt the now dry bottom of the bowl. I lay there for an indeterminable length of time before I heard the rattle of the chain being loosen, then the pull on my collar as I got to my feet awkwardly. More laughter as I stumbled before I was being lead along the street again on my leash. It seemed to take a long time to get back to my Mistresses place. She spoke to several people, chatting briefly. All asked what was her dog’s name. She always replied. He is just a little mongrel I can’t think of him being called anything but DOG.

Eventually we arrived back at my Mistresses place. I was taken off the lead, and then told to dress in my femme attire. I am a CD once I was dressed, my make up, wig etc I was treated like one of my Mistresses girl friends. Once again ‘Us girls together’ When I am punished or used by my Mistress; It is always as a male being humiliated in one-way or another. In my femme role

We are friends. I knew her in my work before she became a Mistress. One day we met in the street. She instantly recognised me as her former workmate. We went out as girls together. I stayed at her place when visiting the city. If she ever caught me undressed in her presence. It was punishment for my being male. She hates men, realy enjoying humiliating them. I had come out of the shower with just a towel about my waist and not my femme dressing gown. I was now obviously a hated male so for the evening as punishment I became her dog.

I often walk down the streets in the neighborhood past the sidewalk café’s

I walked past them quickly for some time. I still don’t know which coffee shop I went to as my Mistresses dog. Even now I wonder will anyone recognize me as being that dog. I have no fear in my femme role. But if I am in my male attire will anybody think ‘there goes that woman’s dog’?

I have grown to like being punished and humiliated by my Mistress when I am caught in male attire, so sometimes I let her deliberately catch me as a male. I usually regret it during the punishment what ever it may consist of, Whipping bondage female worship etc, but afterwards I always want or desire more.

Naked I have been put on a long dog chain that ran from my leather collar to the toilet pan. My ankles and wrists were loosely chained apart. I could not stand only crawl along the floor on my hands. The chain was about 12 foot long. At one extreme I could lay in front of the fire on a mat, nearby were a bowl of water and a bowl of broken biscuits, nuts and cheese cubes. My Mistress left me chained like that while she went out shopping. After about an hour on the chain I grew hungry and thirsty. It was not easy eating and drinking lapping it up from the bowls with only my tongue. It took me at least 20 minutes to eat and drink my bowls of food. I needed to go to the toilet. I crawled too the toilet, just managing to half sit up on the toilet seat to relieve myself. I almost fell onto the cold tiled floor when I finished. I crawled back to the mat in front of the fireplace. Realising that even though I had a little freedom of movement I was humiliatingly chained to the toilet pan. Time passed I began to get thirsty. But my dog bowl was empty. More time passed and my Mistress had not yet returned to either refill the bowls or release me from the dog chain. I now knew what it was like for a dog to be left alone on a chain/ I could not cry out or bark like a dog. No one would hear me anyway. I felt like crying and begging. But that would also pass unnoticed. I will never again leave a dog alone on a chain again while I go out or just to sleep.

It was after midnight when My Mistress came home. I heard her walking up the stairs. I cried out for her to let me off the chain. She continued up the stairs with me still begging. After what seemed a long time my Mistress came down the stairs dressed in her nightdress. She was a bit unsteady on her feet. She had been out drinking and not just shopping. "Shut up dog"

"I am thirsty " "You naughty boy you have eaten all your biscuits" I will get you some new ones and refill your water." She took the bowls away, when she put them back on the floor. I greedily lapped up my water. As I drank I heard my Mistress say. "Nightly Night doggie. I don’t want to hear or see you again till morning. It was Friday night. Little did I know then that I was to be kept on the dog chain with one end locked around the toilet pan The other locked onto my collar and treated like a dog only able to crawl on my hands and knees until Monday morning. I was going to know how it feels to a dog whether I wanted to or not. No mate how much I begged or ‘barked’ for my release as she departed for her warm bed My Mistress threw a woolen blanket to keep me warm. I did not sleep much on the chain. I had to go to the toilet twice I was cold crawling across the tiled floor. Eventually I went to sleep in front of the now cold fireplace. It seemed I was no soon asleep when I felt pains in my ribs. It was my Mistress kicking me awake. " I am having visitors this morning. So I am going to chain you up in the back yard, you can take shelter in the wooden dog house if it gets to hot in the sun. There will be food and water in your bowl at lunch time if you keep quiet." I started to protest, but was stopped. "If you make any noise I will gag you. Then you wont be able to eat your doggie food. I was lead out into the yard the pull of the chain attached to the collar about my neck compelled me to crawl along behind my Mistress. Under a tree was the doghouse. The end of my chain was padlocked to the base of the hill hoist. I soon found my chain was just long enough for me to crawl into the doghouse under the tree. There was a large bowl of water and what looked like weet bix and chopped fruit in the other bowl. I was left alone to contemplate my fate and philosophize on what it is like to be a dog, As my Mistress departed leaving me on my own she commented. "If you shit on the lawn, do it where I won’t walk upon your mess" I was horrified. I knew now I was going to be left in the doghouse for some time. I tried for some time unsuccessfully to pull the dog collar over my head. It was too tightly locked about my neck

An hour or so later I did indeed have to defecate. I tried for sometime to hold on. Eventually after lots of thinking how to manage. I went behind the tree rolled onto my back. Pulled my legs towards my head and defecated onto the lawn at the full extent of my chain away from the doghouse. As I finished I heard the laughter of several people from the house, Later my Mistress and two of her female friends came out and patted my head. My Mistress then turned the garden hose on a washed my body clean. I lay there in the sun to dry. Eventually one of my Mistresses friends came and put a cold hamburger and some beer in my bowls. I again ate and drank my food before the flies ruined my meal. . The unknown woman called me nice doggie and left me alone. Laughing as she returned to the house.

Some one once said"It’s a dogs life" Well for me it can be true on occasions

 

 

 

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