A London afternoon

Oh yes. I can see it in his eyes. The feeling of despair, humiliation, degradation. I lean back in the comfortable armchair to enjoy the sight of the human dog kneeling in front of Me. Chewing for more than 15 minutes now on what probably is the most disgusting thing he has ever had in his mouth. Chewing and munching, again and again in vain trying to swallow the gristly chunk of spicy fat.

It was only a mere hour ago that My poor little puppy dog had still been a respectful member of society. My devoted lawyer slave who had come all the way from Europe to see Me in London for just 24 hours. Hoping to spend some time with his Mistress whom he misses so much and gets to meet so rarely. Visiting a London photo gallery with Me I had deceivingly dangled in front of him. Poor silly chap. How could he honestly think that I would really do so? Oh no, My plans with him had surely been quite different. Soon after arrival he had found himself next to Me in the back of a hired car making its way through the bustling London traffic. A journey to an unknown destination. For him but not for Me of course.

From My hotel near Marble Arch to our destination in the outskirts of London it took us about 90 minutes. The longer W/we drove, the more his concern about the purpose of the trip became apparent. Chatty and joyful at first, he became more and more silent along the way. It was plain to see that the joy to see Me again more and more made way for a dark and vague fear what this sunny afternoon still had in store for him. And reason enough he had for sure…

Then W/we were finally there. Dungeon Manor, home and castle of My dear friend Mistress Evilyne and the most charming yet exemplary sadistic Governess Ely. It had already been for quite some time that I had wanted to present my German slave to My English companions. I must admit that I really like to exhibit the males that I have added to My stables to My Lady friends. It is just the same as with a new handbag or a nice pair of new shoes. Don´t We Ladies all like to do a little show off with such new acquisitions? Ah and with new slaves it is just the same. With the difference however that a slave is just so much more fun to play with than a new pair of Louboutins… (the latter are usually more decorative though…). Ever seen a cat joyfully play with the poor little mouse it just has caught? That´s the idea.

Of course the Ladies of Dungeon Manor and Me had been in contact before the visit to agree on some nice surprises for My little puppy. Mistress Evilyne had asked Me that she´d need someone to clean up her kitchen because her boys who usually are in charge of that job weren´t available that day. And of course she would not carry out such menial task by herself. So I had not only happily offered the services of My slave for the chores but insisted that she´d leave her kitchen in a real mess before W/we came. I wanted it to be as chaotic and soiled and dirty as at all possible. And Evilyne willingly consented. Oh my, had that kirchen been a chaos then. Pots and pans and strainer and cutlery and mixers and what have you all piled up. Soiled with dry remains of some past cooking events. The sink full of dirty plates and dishes and cups and glasses … Calling that kitchen to be in shambles would have been a gross understatement. Just perfect for my little pet to show himself a little bit useful.

Well, We took it easy at first to lull him into a false sense of security. The Ladies made themselves comfortable in the living room sipping on some cold champagne while My slave was kneeling down by My feet. Apart from the three Ladies there was another male guy there, obviously a good friend of Governess Ely as she treated him like a human being. In fact she was really nice and tender to him. Of course My own slave wasn´t offered anything to drink and left ignored by Us. But when he thought he could interfere with Our conversation and give some smart-alecky commentaries on Mistress Evilyn´s classic furniture it was definitely time to draw in the reins. Oh, I hate it when the slaves think they can behave as if they belonged to Our caste. How wonderful must have been the life in the 19th century when it was hammered into each ad every servants brain from early childhood that he is just this: A lowly servant, nothing else.

“Could your slave be somewhat helpful in the kitchen, dear?” Evilyne asked Me in the sweetest tone. “Oh yes, he´d love to. So chatty he is this afternoon, I have to apologize for him. You know this is how they immediately tend to misbehave if not put to constant work .” I answered with a smirk. “So, off to the kitchen you go frank, hurry up!”

What a pity that i could not see his face when he became aware of the mountains of dirty dishes waiting for him there. Yet, it was not for a long that he returned, seeming to have gotten somewhat insecure in the meantime. Once more he was interrupting Our conversation with a stupid question … asking us how to shut the kitchen sink. I have to say that I felt kind of embarrassed by the stupidity of my slave. Did he not know that his incompetence would fall back on Me, his Mistress.

We instructed him to clean the dishes under running water and sent him back to the kitchen. A few minutes later I followed him to see how he was doing … only to then find him to be less enthusiastic in his work than he should have been. Scowlingly he was brushing a frying pan. Displeasure rose within Me. Displeasure that needed to be cured by getting one of Evilynes useful electric shock collars from upstairs and applying that firmly around My slaves neck. Hearing him gasp, seeing him getting down on his knees upon a little push of the button of the remote control gave evidence that the useful device worked satisfactory. Electricity once more proved to be one of the most useful inventions in the history of mankind. The shocks released by my sharp nailed index finger made his body twitch and wince. I am a big fan of using he well-tried methods of dog training in the education of the male. The breed are just so similar.

Whether training a dog or training a male, it works just the same. The verbal explanation has to be reinforced with some physical sensation that engraves the lecture into the primitve mind. So My voice and the electric shock collar took turns in making it crystal clear to him that he should rather not disappoint me with anything less than enthusiastic frist class service.

Upon returning to the living room I had to try out whether the range of the remote control would include the kitchen. A choked scream coming from the kitchen showed Me that it did. So then I could admonish My puppy to diligently fulfil his cleaning duties. Every other minute an electric shock coming out of the blue reminded him of who was in control over his mind and body.

Finally he returned to the living room reporting that he was finished with the job in the kitchen. Our inspection showed that he had done at least an acceptable job. The kitchen looked neat and clean. he had even wiped the kitchen hood that had been covered with a thick layer of greasy dust before he got started.

Fair enough, but not enough. This had just been the starter that had quickend My appetite. I wanted more. More degradation and more humiliation for him, more arousal for Me…

Upon returning from the kitchen to the living room My eyes caught a little plush toy lying innocently on the floor. It belonged to Governess Ely´s little dog and was just the right inspiration for Me now. I turned to Evilyne as frank had taken his place at My feet again. “Say dear, would you please have a dog mask for My little pet here, he just looks too … well … hmm… too human for My taste right now.” A big evil smile lit My friends face. “Well of course hun … just a sec.” She left and returned a minute later holding in her hands a beautiful rubber dog mask. It fit him just perfectly … just perfectly to convert him into the pathetic jerk that is.The little plush toy was a nice instrument to push things even a little further. Just with a sweet little puppy I played with the guy there in the living room, right before My friends who couldn´t help laughing. Oh what fun We had! Oh how wonderfully embarrassing this was for him. I wagged the toy in front of him, making him try to snag that with his snout. In vain of course … I pretended to throw it away only to make him rush off on all fours and searching for the toy in the corner of the room while I was still hiding that behind My back. The little play really caught Me: … “Where is the puppy frank? Go fetch it, where is it? Look here it is … get it, come here, hurry up … come here … sit up and beg! … there is My good boy … good boy … jump. Hop, just a little higher, come on get it, get it. … Oh it´s gone agan … where has Mistress put it … look there it is …” Oh it went on and on. I must admit that the two bottles of Champagne We had had while frank was cleaning up the mess in the kitchen had added a good part to the hilarity of the Ladies. Even the boy-friend of Governess Ely joined in the roaring laughter.And Evilyne and Ely nearly fell off their chairs.

Before our game with the pup could become boring, Evilyne changed up to next gear: “Say Ezada, don´t You think that Your little doggy might have gotten somewhat hungry by now? Look I have just one pig ear left.” With only two fingers she held something up in the air that looked like a chunk of animal skin and fat and gristle. It was the roasted ear of a pig, drenched with stinky spices that dogs obviously love. Real dogs I mean. With frank I do not know … Well to tell the true, I was sure that he would hate it like nothing fed to him before in his life.

“Wouldn`t Your dog relish a real mouth-watering chew, Dear?” The derision in Evilyn´s voice was unmistakable, the sneer on her pretty face just gorgeous. “Oh well of course he would. Now that is so nice of you dear Evilyne. Come frank, bark for Evilyne!” “Wuff, wuff” it came from him. Not enthusiastic enough for My taste. “Louder puppy, louder! Let us hear how You are looking forward to the delicious little pig ear!” “WUFF” “LOUDER”… “WUFF!! WUFF!!” … What I have to add here My dear readers is that the barking of frank had needed a little support that had to come from My hands. I own a very handy little deviced that I love to carry along with Me more or less everywhere I go. It is a sort of combination between a dog leash and a dog whip made of strong black leather. In fact it can be used for dragging along a dog as well as for disciplinary purposes. And it now needed the whip functionality to make frank feel what kind of barking I wanted to hear from him. Distinct obedient bow-wow that was meant to convey to My friend Evilyne how much I appreciated the fun We Ladies had in humiliating My pet.

“That´s a good boy. Now, get the pig ear. Come on sit up and beg. Where are the little paws? Hands up, fingers down. Head back, open mouth … That´s it. Here you go…” Holding the stinking pig ear at arms lenght I dropped it into his mouth.

“Ah, he won´t be able to swallow that right away. That will take its time. It´s not a filet steak you know!” The laughing Evilyne definitely had her experiences with feeding these kind of treats to a slave.

And indeed frank had his troubles. Big troubles. Chewing and chewing he was on the big chunk in his mouth. Brown saliva dripping from his mouth and threatening to spoil the carpet. We had to sit him on a plastic bag to prevent the drool from dripping on the floor. And Evilyne menaced him that when just one drop of the disgusting spittle from his snout would soil her floor she would make him pay for the cleaning. And that would cost him the equivalent of a pair of nice shoes for his Mistress.

So there he was now kneeling by My feet. Chewing and chewing on his dog ear. Making him open his mouth I could see that it had turned into a chunk of chewy grease. The proud and self assured man who had come here with Me had turned into a picture of misery within just a few hours. It had not taken much to take all his dignity from him. To degrade him and make him an animal at Our feet. Just a little afternoon play of three hilarious Mistresses. When he looked up and into My eyes I could see that he was completely wiped out.

“Stop this please Mistress” he begged and whispered. “Please my Mistress, please. Don´t let her do this please”. Big tears filled his eyes and made Me shiver with pleasure and arousal. But so I then did. frank had received his lesson and I had experienced the fun I had hoped for. And more than that. Proud and satisfied I felt about My little pet that had gone through this ordeal for nothing else but My pleasure. Because for him there had sure been no pleasure at all in this wonderful afternoon. Still it was not quite over yet … not quite. But I had to keep control of Myself for another 30 minutes until W/we were sitting in the back of the cab returning to London. Only then I could finally grab his hand and squeeze that firmly between My strong legs and on My hot and juicy pussy …rubbing My hungry clit through the leather of My pants …. closing My eyes and recalling the pictures of his humiliation…. Then it was just a matter of seconds that the long warm waves of My orgasms finally came to take Me with them…