By the way, here's part II (of II) of the "I Am A Dog" story.

Part II



I follow him as he walks to the front room, padding my paws gently on the carpet. I look enviously at the space next to him on the sofa, another annoying vague memory coming to my head, but I know my place. I snuggle next to him, on the floor. He runs his fingers through the hair on my head, and my chest heaves lustily.

“Annie?” he says. I look up.

“Sit.”

I sit squarely on the floor, legs apart, front paws flat and face down.

“Beg.”

I move my hands to my chest, and my bottom lifts off the floor as I sit on my haunches.

“Good girl,” he says, and ruffles my head again. My cunt is now squirming, I want to fuck him so badly, but deep down I know he never would. He walks back to the kitchen, talking all the time. “Wargle wraggle Annie wrag grappa targle carigle,” is what I hear. I cannot understand a word he says, but I follow, and he has the confidence of someone who knows that I would always trundle along behind him. “Wingle bargle, Annie, bargle sexy wingle targle bargle.”

It is three seconds before I realise that I understood a different word, other than my name. I froze. I wag my tail uncertainly at him. “Slothicle barticle out of milk. Wingadle fingle some later on when I go down to the shops. I need to bargle you margle dog food anyway, don’t I, Annie?”

I am confused, but I say nothing. I turn to the water and begin to drink again. It seems to clear my head more fully. He finishes making a cup of tea for himself, and wanders back into the living room. I pause for a moment, and look in the glass door of the oven, and blink at the reflection I see.

I do not see a collie. I see a twenty-five year-old woman, naked on all fours, water dripping out of her open mouth. Her – sorry, my hair is tied up in two bunches on the side of my head, to resemble ears, I think. But I am naked.

My cunt shudders, and I look down for the first time. There is a device strapped to my pussy, a vibrator. I recognise this, and remember him putting it on me – it was a remote controlled vibrator that he had customised, and linked to his computer. Any time he was away and I was at home, he could send an instruction for the computer to give me a little pleasure. He could also put it on “random”, which would give me random bouts of vibration throughout the day. If you didn’t know it existed, you would think that you had no control over your cunt. Much like how a dog might feel if it was in heat. I flush at our ingenuity.

The shiver in my pussy makes me more aware of my body, and there is no sign of a struggle. I take another taste of water, and my head clears a little more. I remember that I definitely volunteered for this. I was the one that got him the powder, the powder that I had sneezed. That was it! I must have only taken a half-dose, and it had worn off already.

I cannot remember how much I agreed to do, but that lust that I felt for him, it was deep within me all along. I wanted to fuck him all the time, whether I thought I was woman, bitch or avocado.

I am concentrating so much on the questions and the memories, I barely hear him leave for the shops.

The next question that sprang to my mind was – what to do now? I chose to continue, not for him, but for me. I knew that I’d chosen to do this, so I must have thought that it would be fun, and I was right, my cunt was wet through. Of course, I was no longer his dog, I was just pretending to be his dog. There was just one problem. I didn’t know precisely how a dog was supposed to act, even though I’d been doing it for a few hours.

I bite my lip and make a decision. I’m going to be a bad dog. I’m going to test his ability as an animal handler. I’m going to do the (second) worst thing a dog can do when her owner is away.

I find a suitable spot in the kitchen, the place where he is most likely to notice it, and then I squat an inch or two from the surface, and piss. There is a satisfying sound of running water, some splashes down my legs, but I have to hold myself from wiping it off. Looking at my work, I smile and crawl slowly and sheepishly away, to curl up on the sofa.

He comes through the door, and I scamper towards him, jumping up at him.

“Annie, get down,” he smiles, and I jump even higher up his body, deliberately brushing a hand across his groin. He smiles, pushes me away, then pulls out a plastic bone from the bag he is holding.

“You want this, huh? You want the bone, Annie?”

I want the bone. He throws it underneath the couch, and I rush towards it, putting my head as far underneath it as I can. I can’t quite reach it, but I can hear him shout “Oh for fuck’s sake!” as he slips on the piss on the kitchen floor.

“Annie,” he shouts, and I pad towards him. “ANNIE.”

I sit on the floor, unabashed. I look up at him, smiling.

“Bad dog!” he snarls, and grabs the back of my head. He slowly but forcefully pushes my face forwards, and I realise what he is going to do. He is going to teach me a lesson. “Lick it up, Annie.”

I wag my tail – or rather, wiggle my butt, pretending to be aroused at the sound of my name. But I don’t have to pretend, it’s true. I am. Leaning down so closely, I can feel my nipples on the damp floor, and they scrape nicely upon it. I put out a tongue and begin to lap up my piss.

“Good girl, Annie,” he says, and I’m relieved that he mentions my name, because it means I can smile and wag my tail again. I still want to fuck him so much, and I know that waving my pussy at him will increase the chances.

It works. I can hear him debating with himself, he is sure I cannot understand a word he says. His hand is still on the back of my neck, and I still lick the floor clean, but he says “I just have to fuck you. I don’t care. I’m going to do it.”

I find it almost impossible not to smile, but manage it, just. I hear him unzip himself, and as soon as he lets go of my neck, I twirl and spin with the most gormless expression I can produce. I have to blink several times to hold back the tears of excitement that he is going to fuck me, right here, right now.

It happens quickly. I feel two hands on my side, and I wriggle a little as I hear him undo the straps of the vibe. I whimper, which clearly excites him. Normally he is a sensual, considerate lover, generous with the foreplay, but today he is more of an animal than me. He slides his cock into me, halfway in on the first thrust, and doesn’t even withdraw before slamming himself in the rest of the way.

I grunt, and wriggle, and whine, but inside I am churning and more aroused than I have ever been in my life. He continues to fuck me, with a steady rhythm, pushing me forwards on the slippy kitchen floor until my head becomes wedged into a corner where two cupboards meet. He continues to fuck me harder, but I can now push back, and I do. I wiggle my bottom at him twisting my cunt to let him fuck me from a different angle.

And then I hear a strange little sound. Before I work out what it was, I feel it. He had spat on my asshole, and he spits again, hitting the spot with amazing accuracy. Then, then I am amazed – he slides a fingertip inside my ass, with his cock still deep inside my cunt. I realise that he is going to ream me. He had never tried before, though I think I had said that I wouldn’t mind, if I was in the mood. I had never been in the mood before. Now, unless I wanted to reveal my corrected state of mind, I would have no choice.

Fortunately, I was in the mood. He could have done anything to me at that point, and I would have said yes. But the naughty dog that was inside me comes out, and I curve my back forwards, just enough to get my cunt free from his cock, and then I’m away. I scamper like a frightened animal, into the living room, and curl up on the sofa.

“Annie! You bad dog. Come here!”

I ease myself off the couch, and I feel another tremor shake my pussy. It is two full seconds before I realise that there is no vibrator there any more. I pad slowly towards him, my eyes flash at his firm cock, and I want him in me so badly.

He leans down to pat my head, then falls further down upon me, forcing me face down into the carpet. He won’t be denied a second time. I feel the head of his cock at my asshole, and I grunt, wondering what it will feel like. He grabs my hair to make sure I do not run, and then wriggles a little forcing an inch, then a second inch inside me. There are tears in my eyes, but I love every moment. I am his dog.



The End…