Crazy Rubber Dog

Long ago ... the worst period in my short doggy life. I was crouching naked in a cage not much bigger than myself. No room to turn or even wag my tail. My dog collar made little sense, there was not even a name on it yet. No attention, just a dry bone that I chewed on for days. One day, an unfamiliar sound approached my tiny prison, becoming clearer and clearer until it died away in front of me. Shiny metal heels of breathtaking shoes stopped right in front of my nose and a hypnotizing smell tickled it. A divine being with a velvety erotic voice said to the animal trader 'I'll take that one' and pointed a dressage whip at me in my cramped dungeon. At that moment, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Instantly, the snap hook of her chrome chain clicked in the eyelet of my collar. I changed into her possession, and a feeling of fear ran down my spine like a cold shiver. Anxiously, my tail rested between my legs as I followed her.

Once in her bizarre realm, she immediately began to transform me according to her ideas. I had to accept without resistance how she made me into her rubber dog. With every further strap she tied to my body, my new life became clearer and more memorable to me. She meant that an important part of her divine life consisted of fetish parties. Drooling and obedient, she saw in me the appropriate companion as a Crazy Rubber Dog, moving on all four paws. To avoid unwanted dog sex at the party, she locked my little rod with a chastity belt from Steelworxx. With a lot of feeling and some lubricant, she put a new rubbertail into my excitedly twitching asshole. Then she gently stroked my shiny bottom. As she did so, I instinctively began to wag my tail out of pleasure and excitement.

My mistress looked dreamlike, every part of her body shone and reflected me in the wicked material, which smelled of sin. Like a goddess, almost superhuman, she stood before me with her legs spread lasciviously. Her finely dosed stream filled my drinking bowl instantly. With a greedy tongue, I licked the vessel dry. To top it off, I was allowed to lick her lightly splashed patent leather boots. Then she took me to my first fetish party, and I was almost unstoppable. If it weren't for my pegged dog tail and my much too small chastity belt, no dog lady could be safe from me. On the way home she tugged lightly, almost delicately, on my collar so that our eyes met, and she said 'you're a real "Crazy Rubber Dog"'.