Her New Pet

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His meeting with Melissa was scheduled for 3pm. He arrived fifteen minutes early because he wanted to have time for a quick drink. He also wanted to be prepared for whatever else she might decide to throw at him. He’d read through her list of demands countless times now and they all added up to the same thing. She didn’t just want to cut his balls off, she wanted to cook them in a white wine sauce and then force him to slowly eat them. And the worst of it? There was absolutely nothing that he could do about it. She had too much evidence against him. There wasn’t a court or a judge in the land that wouldn’t think her ball breaking demands were more than reasonable under the circumstances. He’d believed himself to be so clever. He’d allowed himself to become smug because nice, submissive, boring Melissa was so wrapped up in her perfect marriage that she’d never suspect a thing.

Very quickly though he’d discovered a very different side to nice, submissive, boring Melissa. While he’d been enjoying inflating his macho ego she had slowly been gathering the evidence. She’d been at least two steps ahead of him. And now she wanted payback. With interest. He pushed open the door of the restaurant. And, of course, she was already there.

She was sitting in a corner, her hands resting on the table in front of her, her well manicured finger nails tapping on a wine glass. She looked absolutely fantastic. She was wearing a navy business suit and black pumps. Her dark blonde hair had been cut. And she was smiling. In fact the bitch was positively beaming. Her smile grew even wider when she saw him. He walked towards her.

“Hi Paul. Sit down. We have a lot to discuss.”

He sat down.

Still beaming, her eyes glowing with savage delight, she looked into his eyes when he was seated.

“So have you looked through my requests?”

“Yes” I have.


“I’ll be ruined.”

She took a strand of hair in her hand and twisted around her little finger.

“Yes. I suppose you will.”

“You’re enjoying this. Aren’t you?”

“Hmm. Let me me think about that. Yes. I am. I’m enjoying it immensely. Such fun watching you squirm.”

“Why can’t you at least try to be reasonable about this? I made a mistake.”

“Actually darling. You made four mistakes. Their names were – she held up a finger for each one- Alicia, Carol, Jackie and Tiffany. In fact Jackie and Tiffany were both at the same time. “

She smiled again. “I never thought that you were the kinky sort.”

She took a sip of her wine. “I’m sure that you think that I’m a ball breaking bitch. And you are absolutely right. I have every intention of cutting your balls off and then grinding them under my heel and we both know that I will get exactly what I want.

“So why are we here then? He asked her. Do you want me to beg?”

“Oh I’d love to hear you beg. And see you grovel. In fact why don’t we try that?


“Try begging. Beg me to give you another chance. Who knows. Maybe that’s all I want?”

He looked at her. Was she serious?

She looked back at him, raising her eyebrows slightly but didn’t say a word. Fuck you bitch! His pride said. But when he opened his mouth very different words came out.

“I’m really, really sorry. I’m sorry that I hurt you. I’m sorry that I cheated. Please forgive me. Please give me another chance. I’m begging you.”

“Not bad” she said, “not bad at all. You actually sounded pretty sincere. Just one question.”


“If I told you that if you were to get down on your knees right now and lick my shoes that I’d forgive you. That I’d take you back, forget about your cheating and destroy all the evidence I have, would you do it?”

He hesitated for a moment.


She clapped her hands and sniggered.

“Oh I am so tempted to make you do it but that would be far too easy.”

His face turned a deep red.

“You bitch”

“Hush darling” she whispered, pressing a finger to her lips, “You don’t want people to hear, do you?”

“What’s the point of all this?”

“The point is this. I do have a new proposal. I am genuinely willing to take you back and forget about the cheating. In fact, I’ll even let you move back into the house. But not as my husband. Or my lover.”

“So what then?”

“I’ll allow you to move back in- as my pet dog.” Again that huge beaming smile.

“Is this a joke?”

She shook her head. “No. I’m totally serious. I’ve given it a lot of thought. You’ve been putting it about like a dog in heat so why not just accept what you really are?”

“You know I couldn’t possibly do that. It’s totally insane.”

She stood up. “You only have two options darling. Be totally ruined financially or life as my pet dog. The choice is yours.” She glanced at her watch. It’s 3.15pm now. You have until 3.15pm tomorrow- that’s 24 hours exactly- to text me your decision.”

Then she picked up her bag, placed the strap over her shoulder and walked towards the exit.

She sat back in the leather armchair, stretched her legs kuşadası escort out and put her feet up on the footstool. She felt more satisfied than she had in a very long time. Everything was coming together perfectly. Of course that depended on Paul sending the text but she had no doubt that he would. She had seen it in his eyes. He was a broken man and she intended to break him even more. She would strip him of every shred of dignity, just as he had stripped hers. It would have been fun to make him squirm and grovel in the courtroom. Well, now he could look forward to a life of squirming and groveling. He would probably resist a little at first but she had plans in mind that would sort that out very quickly indeed.

She looked around the spacious living room, with its plush carpet, leather sofa and two armchairs. In one corner there was a mahogany drinks cabinet- well stocked as always. The room also had a fireplace. Directly in front of her, mounted on the wall was a 60 inch plasma screen TV with a state of the art surround sound system and blu-ray player.

The house also had a dining room, study, five bedrooms and its own cinema. It really was a magnificent house. Then, of course, there was the private woodlands outside. That would be extremely useful. Of course she’d need to get a few other items too. Somewhere for her new pet to sleep. She’d allow him to sleep on the kitchen floor tonight but after that he’d soon learn his place.

And then there were the apartments in Paris and Madrid. She hadn’t decided yet what she was going to do with them. She’d consider allowing him to keep the apartment in the city. It was more of a bedsit really and the neighborhood it was in left a great deal to be desired but he could count himself lucky if she decided to let him keep it. If he used his common sense then he could live here in this magnificent house. Although not as he had hoped. However beggars can’t be choosers. Though dogs could beg.

Her phone pinged. She looked at her watch first. 3.10pm. Then she looked at the phone, smiling as she read the text. She finished her glass of wine before she texted back.


At 6pm precisely the doorbell rang. She stood up and walked slowly down the hallway, beaming widely as she went. Woof woof little doggy, she said to herself, Woof woof for your Mistress.

Her new pet stood on the steps outside the front door. His hands were in his pockets and his head was down.

She stood back to let him inside. When he was standing in the hallway, he raised his head and looked at her. He opened his mouth to speak and she placed a finger to her lips.

“Dogs don’t speak” she told him, “I suggest you remember that from now on.”

He closed his mouth and lowered his head again.

“Follow me” She told him, then she turned her back and walked away. He followed her.

When they were in the living room, She sat back in her armchair and looked at him as he stood in front of her.

“Go upstairs and shower” she told him, “Then shave between your legs. Make sure that you do it properly because I will be checking. When you’ve finished go into the bedroom and lie down on the bed. I’ll be up in 30 minutes.” She waved him away.

When he left the room she lit a cigarette.

When Paul had finished following her instructions- Shaving himself had taken the longest- he went into the bedroom. He looked at the bed. It was a Queen sized one, There were a pair of leather cuffs attached to the bed post and another pair attached to the end of the bed.

He smiled when he saw them. Ah! So this was all just some kinky game that she wanted to play. Well that was fine by him. As long as he got a blowjob at the end of it. He’d never thought that she was the kinky sort. And pet play too. Well why not? He’d read a little about that on some of the websites that he’d been on. He went over to the bed and lay down on it. Then he waited. After a few minutes he heard the sound of her heels.

Melissa stood over him, hands on her hips. She glared down at him.

“Take that smirk off your face right now” She told him.

He did as she said and tried to look as contrite as possible.

“Better” She said, “now put your wrists through these.”

When both of his wrists had been secured to the bedpost, she went to the end of the bed and secured his ankles. Then she pulled something out of the bag that she had been carrying in her right hand when she entered the room. When he saw what it was the color drained from his face.

“This is only a temporary solution” She told him. And then she beamed.

Temporary solution? What did she mean by that?

When she had placed the chastity device on him, she stood back and nodded. She undid the cuffs on his wrists and ankles,then she picked up the bag, went to the dressing table and sat down on the chair beside it.

“Down on all fours boy and then come to your owner.”

He got down onto the carpet and then he crawled towards her.

“Good boy” She cooed when he was at her feet. “Now just kuşadası escort bayan a few more bits and pieces and then your new life can begin.”

She took each item out of the bag one at a time, beaming as she held them up for his inspection.

“Puppy ears.” The ears were made from faux fur and were attached to a leather band. She placed the band over his head.

“Paws”. The paws were a pair of leather mittens without thumbs.

“Curl your hands into fists”

When he had done so she placed the mittens on him. Then she took a pair of leather cuffs and fastened them around his wrists. There was a chain attached to the cuffs.

“Roll over and lift up your legs”

On his back, he looked up at her as she placed firstly a pair of pads on his knees and then

another pair of cuffs around his ankles. There was a chain attached to these too. She linked the two chains together.

“Back on all fours” she ordered.

When he was back in that position he realised that it was impossible now for him to stand upright.

She took a pair of latex gloves out and put them on her hands.

“Head to the floor and ass in the air.”

Moments later he felt something being squeezed into his asshole. And then a finger. He gasped.

“Take a deep breathe” She said.

He gasped in pain as he felt something being pushed into his asshole.

“That was your tail” she told him. “Now wag it for Mistress.”

Utterly humiliated, he shook his ass back and forth.

She clapped her hands loudly and laughed with glee.

“Good boy” she said, “now just two more things and we’re all done.”

She took the items out.

“Collar.” She placed it around his neck. “And finally something very small but very important. “

He looked at the metal tag.

“Look at it closely” She told him. “It’s your name. It’s the name that you’ll answer to from now on. A dog needs to have a name. Much as I might like to I can’t just call you dog.”

She attached the tag to his collar.

“So do you like your new name?” she asked him. “Spot.” Bark once if you like it.”


“Hmm we’ll have to work on that. It’s really not doggy sounding enough. And if I were you darling I’d really focus on being the best dog possible”

She stood up and walked out onto the landing. Then she whistled.

“Spot. Good boy. Come here boy.”

He went to her. Then on all fours, he followed her downstairs.

When They were both back in the living room- her seated in the armchair and he at her feet, she snapped her fingers.

“Down spot”.

He lay down at her feet.

“Good boy” She said. “Now Mistress wants to finish reading her magazine before she gets the dinner ready so don’t disturb her. You can sniff and lick her feet if you like but otherwise don’t disturb her.”

As she read her magazine, totally ignoring him, he gazed at her stockinged feet and legs. She had fantastic legs. She had a fantastic body. Why hadn’t he noticed that before. What an idiot he’d been. And now here he was. At her feet. No longer her husband. Her pet dog.

Maybe if he proved himself to be a loyal and obedient dog she might forgive him. She couldn’t keep this up forever. Could she?

Humiliating as this was, he was just going to have to swallow his pride.

Pressing his nose to it, he began to sniff her left foot. With the other foot she gently stroked his back. He remembered the way her touch had felt, the deepness of her kisses. He remembered the way she had supported him when his business had been on the rocks. And he had destroyed all that. All for the sake of a few casual fucks in a hotel room. She was right. He was a dog. He was a mongrel. He began to lick her foot, After a while she pulled her leg back and gave him the other foot to lick. He licked that one with even more enthusiasm. Still she didn’t speak.

After about an hour, she put the magazine down and stretched her arms up. She stepped over him.

“Stay” she told him. “I’ll call you when dinner is ready.”

When she left the room he put his head down back down and waited. A short while later he heard her whistle and call his name. He crawled out of the room and towards the kitchen.

She was seated at the table eating a plate of salad when he entered the kitchen. He crawled to her and looked up at her. She put another forkful of salad into her mouth, chewed it slowly, then swallowed.

Waving her hand, she gestured towards a plastic dog bowl in a corner.

“Your dinner is in that” she told him, “now shoo.”

He crawled over to the bowl. When he saw the contents his stomach heaved. She didn’t expect him to eat that. The smell was revolting. He looked over at her.

“Yes! What is it?” She demanded.

He pleaded with his eyes.

“It’s perfectly good food for a dog. Now eat your diner” There was no mistaking the threat in her voice.

He lowered his head.

“Good boy. Make sure you finish all of it.”

He began to eat.

It took him a while and he gagged a escort kuşadası number of times but he managed to finish the bowl of disgusting dog food.

She got up from the table then, rinsed her plate in the sink, then crouched down and patted his head.

“Good dog.. You’ll soon get used to the taste. Every now and then if you’re a really good boy I might allow you to beg for some scraps from my plate. Would you like that Spot?”


She laughed. She opened the doors of the cupboard underneath the sink and took out a metal bowl. She filed it with water from the tap and placed it down in front of him.

He stuck his tongue out and began to lap greedily.

When he’d finished the water, he realised that his bladder was aching. He needed to piss. Badly. He crawled towards the door.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

He looked at her and nodded towards his groin. “Woof”

“Aw. Does my doggy need to pee?”


“No problem. I’ll bring you outside.”

Outside? Was she serious?”

She went over to the back door, undid the latch and opened it. She whistled and he went to her. He looked out into the woodland.

“Go outside and do your business doggy.”

He had no choice. He went outside, crawled over to a tree, raised his leg and began to piss. When he had emptied his bladder he crawled back to her..

“All done now?”


“I should really just leave you out there, shouldn’t I? Allowing dogs in the house is a bad idea. They forget their place. But I’ll be nice. You can stay indoors just for tonight. Tomorrow I’ll make proper arrangements. Now isn’t your Mistress very kind?”


“Would you like to say thank you to her?”


She snapped her fingers. He lay down.

She stuck her foot out and smiled down at him.

“Good boy” She whispered as he began to lick her shoe. “You’ve been very good so far. But tomorrow is another day. You still have a lot to learn. But you’ll soon get used to it. You’ll soon love been my pet dog.

He felt a gentle kick in his side. He opened his eyes, blinked them a few times. When he was able to focus properly he looked up. Melissa was standing over him. She had her dressing gown on and she was smiling down at him. She nudged him again with her foot.

“Good morning spot. Did you sleep well?”

He had spent the night sleeping on the kitchen floor on a thick quilt she had tossed down. She’d given him a blanket to cover himself with. His back was killing him and his cock had throbbed painfully in its cage when he’d started dreaming. An erotic one.

Well, she wasn’t going to care about that. Why would she?


She crouched down and patted his head.

“Well hurry up and have your breakfast. It’s in your bowl. When you’ve finished I’ll bring you for your morning walkies.”

He crawled over to the bowl, his stomach churning as it prepared itself for the contents.

Cereal. Dry. He’d have killed for some toast and scrambled egg But at least it was a lot better than his dinner had been last night. He lowered his head down towards the bowl. When he’d finished the cereal he lapped at the bowl of water she had left him. Then he heard her whistle.

She was wearing a white blouse, red jacket and blue jeans. The ends of the jeans were tucked into a pair of knee high black riding boots. She had a lead in her hand. She leaned down and attached it to his collar. Then she tugged on it.

“Now heel boy.”

She led him towards the backdoor, unlatched it, pushed the door open, and then led him outside.

When he had bought the house over ten years ago the fact that it was built on its own stretch of private woodland had been one of its major selling points but he had not fully explored the huge amount of outdoor space that was available to him. Well, he was exploring it now. Though not as he had imagined it. He’d imagined bringing one of his conquests- Alicia maybe- deep into the woods- and fucking her brains out up against one of the trees or maybe having her give him one of her world class blowjobs,

Now here he was finally exploring it. Crawling on all fours, wearing a dog collar and being pulled along on his lead by his wife. Though she wasn’t his wife anymore- only in name- was she? She was his Mistress, his owner. And he was her pet dog.

“Keep up spot” she scolded, puling even harder on his lead as she began to walk even more briskly. He crawled as fast as he could, Panting as he did, his tongue hanging out. Just like a dogs. His body was covered in sweat and his bladder was beginning to ache.

“Woof woof”

She laughed. “Oh is doggy enjoying his little walk?”

He barked louder. “WOOF WOOF!”, Nodding furiously towards his groin.

She stopped for a moment and crouched down beside him.

“What is it boy?”

“Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!”

“oh- she smiled- “does spot need to pee? Is that it?

“Woof.” He nodded his head and panted.

“That’s no problem. You can do it here” She told him, pointing to the tree that she was standing beside.

He lifted his leg and emptied his bladder against the trunk of the tree.

When he’d finished. He realised that she wasn’t holding his lead in her grip. Instead she had a stick in her hand, a branch that had fallen from one of the trees.

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