A dog's life?

nospam@example.com (diane) — Tue, 07 Nov 2006 19:30:47 -0500

Diane woke groggy, but with a smile on her face. She squinted as the morning light fell in bright slats across her face from the Venetian blinds across the room. Looking sleepily at the clock, she realized that it was nine a.m. already.

"Damn!" she muttered quickly, sliding out of bed unwillingly. She quickly shed her flannel sleep shirt and boxers, hurrying across the hall to the shower and turned the knobs viciously open, the shower head springing to life and quickly steaming. Looking in the slowly fogging mirror, she realized how appropriate the image was. Pretty girl. Dark hair, dark eyes, firm c cups that gravity had yet to seize hold of, a waist the gentlest pooch, a body that was slender without looking anemic. Yet, as the mirror clouded, Diane realized that she was as hazy as the mirror. Her life was mundane, working at a bar, slinging drinks to alcoholics and college kids that stared her down without seeing her, coming home late at night with no one there, and thoughts that whirled through her head a mile a minute... What should she be, what should she do for a living, whom should she love... so many decisions that were unanswerable. She looked to her left where her German Shepherd Hamlet had curled up waiting for Diane to come out of the shower for his morning walk. "You've got the life, kid," Diane muttered, more than a little jealous. She shook her head slightly and stepped into the shower, blissfully letting the hot water wash away her sleep and thoughts.

Seven p.m., and still at work, what circle of Hell was this. Especially around the holidays, the tips seemed lighter (so much for Christmas cheer) and the clientele rowdier, shorter of temper and uglier. Carl, her relief, had called in sick with the flu, and know she was stuck working 'til midnight, her feet already sore and her purse getting no heavier with this sort of generosity. She had all but given up on the evening when she noticed the woman at the end of the bar. She had literally come out of nowhere, and Diane could have sworn that the alluring blonde had not been there just a minute before.

"Oh, hi, sorry I didn't see you there. What can I get for you?"

"An ashtray, first, girl." Diane noticed the long cigarette holder and the cigarette burning at the end of it. She had already put a small round ashtray in front of the woman before she registered the fact that she had just been called 'girl.' "Now, a martini, Bombay Sapphire and just wave the vermouth over the gin. Get it, girl."

"Yes, ma'am," Diane said and quickly turned to the well to make the martini. 'What a weirdo,' she thought. 'But sexy as all get out. Especially those eyes. Bluest eyes I've ever seen.'

"Here you go," Diane said, sliding a napkin down followed by the chilled martini.

"Good pet," the woman said.

"Thank you. Just let me know if you need anything else."

"One more thing, pet. Is the tip of my cigarette lit?" The seductive blonde inhaled deeply and the ember glowed bright red.

"Yes, ma'am."

"I'm not sure it is, look closer, pet. Watch as I inhale and the tip glows, then fades, then glows, then fades." Diane watched as the tip glowed and faded in a red, burning ebb and wane, steadily and rhythmically.

"It's pretty isn't it, pet?"

"Yes." Diane's voice sounded weak and far away as the cigarette tip glowed and faded, glowed and faded.

"Just watch it and listen to my voice for now. Don't worry about anyone around you, don't worry about any other voice but mine, pet. Listen to only my voice. You can hear only my voice and feel relaxed and open to me."

"yes" Diane's voice was distant, far away. The only thing she could see was the glowing and fading tip of the cigarette.

"Good pet. Now feel yourself fading away as the cigarette fades, and every time it glows, that word will burn itself on your mind. The word glow, and it will be the word that makes you feel this way every time you hear me say it. The word glow will make you feel so relaxed and so open."

"yes," weaker still.

"Good pet, now when I put out this cigarette, you will come out of this state of relaxation, but when you hear me, and only me, say the word glow, you will feel this way, relaxed and open. Relaxed and open for Dominica." And with that, the cigarette faded and the exotic blonde stubbed out the butt in the ashtray. Diane shook her head and smiled woozily. "Can I get you anything else, ma'am?" The blonde smiled.

"Yes, pet. Your number."

Diane was not sure why she had given her number to the blonde at the bar that night. She had always been more attracted to women than men, and had her share of lesbian experiences, but she had never, ever given her number to a stranger. Yet, she felt a certain trust with this woman, so on the napkin her number had gone. As she sat at home with her dog Hamlet lying beside her, absently scratching his soft fur, she flipped through channel after channel with nothing on. She tugged her satiny night gown over her knees and shut the tv off, surrendering herself to bed. She stood in the dark living room and was halfway to the bedroom when the phone rang. Glancing at the clock on the wall, she saw it was after midnight. She should just let the machine pick up. 'But it could be her!' her mind screamed and she was lifting the cordless receiver from the cradle before she knew she was doing it.

"Hello?"

"Glow," the sultry voice whispered and Diane's mind and body responded instantly. She froze in place, her mouth hanging ever so slightly slack, her eyes growing heavy lidded, her mind opening wide for the hypotenuse.

"There, my pet?"

"yes," she whispered, dully.

"Good pet. Now we can see what sort of slave you will be. What are you wearing now, my pet?"

"my satin nightgown. white panties."

"Tsk tsk, pet, slaves don't wear clothes in my presence, unless the mood strikes me to dress them in something I like. Now remove those things immediately."

"yes."

"No, pet. You will always answer, yes, Dominica."

"yes, Dominica"

"Good pet." Diane was hardly aware that she was undressing as she held the phone to her ear. In seconds, the nightie was off over her head, and her panties were slumped to the floor.

"Now, pet, I have to tell you something very important. Your worries are behind you. Your life is better now, because you are Mine. You belong to Dominica. You will never have to think about your day to day problems again, because Dominica will decide for you. Dominica will help you, because you belong to Dominica. You belong to Dominica, don't you, pet? If you do, say so."

"I belong to Dominica."

"Good pet. And because you belong to Dominica, you must always obey Dominica. You must obey the powerful woman who owns you. You must obey Her, because you belong to Her. You must obey Dominica, isn't that right?'

"yes."

"Then say it, pet."

"i must obey Dominica."

"Excellent, pet. Now, pet, I give you a choice of slavery. Who do you most admire and want to be like, and you shall, because Dominica will command it, and you must obey Dominica. So, who do you most envy?"

"my dog, Hamlet." Dominica gave a deep, throaty laugh. "Excellent, pet. And so you shall be more like your dog, because Dominica commands it, and you must obey Dominica. Are you standing, pet?"

"yes, Dominica."

"But you can't pet, because Dominica says you are a dog now, and you must obey Dominica. And Dominica says that dogs can't stand on two legs, unless they are begging for a treat, and there are no treats, so you must be on all fours..." Diane's body seemed to collapse on itself as her legs folded and suddenly she found herself on all fours. Her head leaned to the phone as she listened for more of the golden voice coming over the phone, the voice that reshaped her, recreated her.

"So you are on all fours, pet?"

"yes, Dominica."

"Good pet. But pet is only so good a name for you. You will be my pet dog princess, my bitch princess. Dominica says your name is princess, and you must obey Dominica. And you are Dominica's bitch dog princess, and you must obey Dominica. Say it, pet."

"my name is princess. I am Dominica's bitch dog princess and I must obey Dominica."

"Good, princess... but something is wrong. Ah yes, I know what it is. You are talking and dogs don't talk, especially bitch dogs like you. You bark, because Dominica says you bark and never talk and you must obey Dominica. Say it." Try as she might, Diane could not make her lips make the words. She struggled to say she barked, but what emerged from her throat and across her lips was "ruff!" Dominica laughed and cooed. "What a good doggy you are, princess. The doggy you always wanted to be. Tonight, you will sleep in a ball on the floor like the good doggy you are. In the morning, you will dress in your Diane costume, the costume you will wear at work and in public, unless specifically instructed otherwise by Dominica. In the Diane costume you will be able to walk like a person and talk like a person, and all will know you as you wear. But at home, in private, you will be princess, the bitch you really are. Say you will obey Dominica."

"ruff! ruff!"

"Good bitch, princess. When you get in the Diane costume tomorrow morning, you will get a collar with a tag that says 'princess' and a food and water bowl with your name on it. Soon I will have a leash for you too, princess." Princess could feel her ass wag like there was a tail attached.

"Now go, bitch, Dominica is pleased." There was a click as Dominica hung up and princess wagged her invisible tail and panted happily. Exhausted, she curled up in a ball and fell asleep.

Work had been profitable (all the better to support herself and her owner, Dominica). princess in her Diane costume had been happier than ever, because princess was so happy. She turned the key in her apartment door, and stepped inside. As soon as the door was locked, she walked into her bedroom and princess put away her things from work and slipped out of her clothes. Grabbing the leather dog collar with heart-shaped tag that read 'princess,' she clasped it around her neck and the Diane costume dropped suddenly away. princess stood on all fours, ass wagging, tongue hanging out as she panted. She trotted over to the water bowl and lapped from it, then nibbled at the kibble in the bowl she shared with Hamlet. She sighed contentedly, curled into a ball and slept. She had been horny lately, obviously slowly going into heat, but she had Hamlet, and Dominica promised she would be satisfied. And princess must obey Dominica.

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