Chapter Five

My Commitment and Mutz’s Initiation

Manchester - 20^th to 21^st March 2011.

I felt happy, very happy.  I’d found an inner contentment that I hadn’t experienced in my life before.

Throughout the preceding 4 months I’d gained total respect and admiration for my Master. I realise that I’d always wanted to be owned, to be trained to make my Master happy and to please him without the need for the meaningless sexual encounters that I’d subjected myself to before. The humiliation, degradation and pain I was now experiencing had become total pleasure, knowing that this was pleasing my Master. My existence in the world of BDSM was proving to be everything that I’d expected and hoped for. I was ready to make my total commitment and to convey this to my Master.

Having met Kris at his apartment at 2.00pm, we travelled by train to the dungeon. As we left the station I was given a task: to lead the way to the dungeon premises without getting lost. Kris was to follow behind me. I thought back to that dark winter’s evening in November when I’d first been taken to the dungeon.  The route hadn’t exactly been well lit, so remembering now was no easy task.  Somehow, I did manage to get us there correctly, right to the door, but I wasn’t complimented on my achievement!

I was escorted up the steep staircase leading to the dungeon where my life was to change, never to be completely the same again. I was destined to leave the dungeon and return to Manchester as my Master’s dog.

Kris had decided to dress appropriately for the occasion. He left me alone, waiting anxiously and gathering my thoughts as he went to change.

Within minutes he returned, dressed in full black leathers and my heart skipped a beat. To my amazement he was wearing tight leather trousers, a studded leather waistcoat, full length leather cloak, black steel capped boots and a leather wristband with decorative chains.

I fell to my knees in front of him, thinking to myself how lucky I am to have him as my Master. How lucky I am to be his Slave. How lucky I am to be subservient to him.

I look up in total gratitude, admiration, respect and submission. 

‘I am willing to be transformed as your dog, I am ready to become your dog, but … please Sir, before I am deprived of my total human status, I want to give you verbally – my total commitment as your Slave, as your Sub and as your Dog’.

Kris looked down at me. ‘OK Slave. Give me your full commitment … now’.

Looking up to him my hands clinging to the back of his legs, I replied ‘Thank you Sir’.

I was born to be a Slave.

I was born to be your Slave.

I am humbled and grateful to you for my appointment as your Slave.

I have accepted you as my Master and I will strive to serve you well at all times.

I shall also respect my Master’s partners, friends and colleagues as a subordinate to them. I may be exhibited to them at any time as decided by my Master and treated accordingly as appropriate to my lowly status.

I shall be held in mental or physical chastity for any period of time as instructed by my Master, whether I be in his company at the time or away from my Master’s presence.

I must be comforted when held in chastity, knowing that my Master is free and able to enjoy himself. Any thoughts of jealousy must never enter my head.

I shall accept punishment for whatever reason is decided by my Master and shall never question his decision on the infliction of punishment.

My body is now the property of my Master.

I am nothing but a humble Slave.

This is my commitment to you… my owner and my Master.

Kris responded ‘Thank you Slave. Your commitment to me is noted. You are a good sub, but now it is time for you to become my dog’.

I was ordered to lie on my back on the padded top of the dog cage, my head and feet at opposite ends.  Leather restraints were fitted around my wrists and secured to the corners of the cage.

As my humble request, the mood was enhanced by medieval chant music, creating my ideal atmosphere for the sacrifice that I was about to make. Whilst the first 2 tracks were in play, Kris stood behind me, his hands resting gently on my forehead, thus reassuring me that the transformation would be a gentle but meaningful process, leaving a long lasting impression on my mind.

As the chants continued, my body and mind became more and more relaxed.  One hand was placed over my eyes and I was told to slowly close both eyes to mark the conclusion of my previous existence with total human status. As my eyes closed, my Master’s hand pressed firmly over my eyes for a couple of minutes, leaving me blinded and totally able to concentrate on the transformation that was now to take place.

A black rubber dog mask was fitted over my head and fastened at the back with a strong zip.  I couldn’t see anything, but could only imagine that I was beginning to look like a dog.  The chanting ended and my transformation continued in total silence.

The buttons to my beige camouflage trousers were unfastened and yanked to my ankles, along with my white underwear. My Master was most pleased to observe that I was still in unbroken chastity and checked the padlock to ensure that it was still securely locked.   It was now day 44 of chastity and I had been unable to play or even touch my cock since midnight 4^th February! I’d surprisingly become quite used to this severe restriction on my sexual freedom. I was complimented on my perseverance and told that I would be rewarded with some relief the next morning, though not before.

Ankle restraints were the fitted and both my legs spread apart, so that I was spread-eagled on my back, my wrists and ankles secured tightly to the 4 corners of the top of the dog cage. An electric trimmer was switched on and the stubble that had grown around my cock and balls since my full shave on 16^th February was promptly removed.

A new black leather dog collar with chrome buckle and fastenings had been ordered especially for me. This was fitted around my neck.  A leather handled, chrome chain dog lead was fitted to the collar, ready for my first walking lesson as a dog.

To complete the transformation process,  I was given a new name which I was to answer to from now on, whenever in dog mode. I was to be called… ‘MUTZ’.  I woofed in approval!

Before being released and allowed to walk on all fours on the floor, I was given basic ground rules that would apply to me in future as a dog.

When in ‘Dog Mode’ I shall not:

Talk as a human

Walk as a human

Think as a human

Sit as a human

Exist as a human

When in ‘Dog Mode’ I shall:

Woof in approval of what I am told or instructed to do

Walk on all fours as a dog

Learn and respond promptly & correctly to commands – Sit; Stand; Kneel; Present

Sleep as a dog on a blanket or in a cage

Eat & drink as a dog and accept whatever is given with gratitude

Play as a dog, fetching bone, toys etc.

Exercise regularly

Roll over onto back with all 4 legs wide open when ordered

Be taped up, restricting movement of all 4 legs

Bark, growl, pant and whine as a dog

Any infraction of these rules shall be a punishable offence.  All punishment is to be inflicted in the ‘present’ dog-position (which basically meant ‘get on all fours with your arse held high’) and administered by my Master or any other appointed person.

By way of conclusion, I was reminded that I was now a dog, owned by and the property of my Master whom shall be responsible for controlling me and my training. I shall switch from human / slave mode to dog mode and vice versa whenever I am instructed to do so, immediately and without question.

The restraints securing me to each corner of the dog cage were unfastened and I was ordered down to the floor where I now belonged, on all fours. I obeyed and got into the new position that I knew I’d have to get used to in future. My Master took hold of the dog lead and pulled it firmly, pulling the collar tight around my neck and forcing me to move forward and walk as a dog on the hard floor, following him as he took control of my first lesson in dog training.

I was walked round and round the dog cage, giving the occasional ‘woof’ whenever I felt the need. The door to the cage was eventually opened and I was ordered to crawl inside through the small doorway.

As I got further inside, I felt my Master’s boot at my arse. ‘Get right in there Mutz, and curl up on the floor’.

As soon as I was curled up on the base of the cage, I heard the door slam shut and the rattle of the padlock as the cage was locked, securing me as the helpless animal that I had now become.

‘OK Mutz, I’m gonna leave you here for awhile to get acquainted with your new environment. From now on you’ll be spending a lot of time in dog cages, so you’d best get used to the idea quickly, understand Mutz’?

‘Woof’.

A squeaky toy for me to play with was thrown in through the bars of the cage. I struggled to pick it up with my teeth and it squeaked loudly as I held it firmly in my mouth.

‘Good dog, I reckon you like that, don’t you’.

‘Yes Master’, I replied without thinking, dropping the toy onto the floor as I opened my mouth to speak.

I sensed that he was annoyed as he stormed round to the doorway and unlocked the door.  As soon as the door was opened, Kris grabbed me by the balls from behind and pulled me backwards out of the cage.

I was ordered into the present position. ‘What did I tell you just a few minutes ago… dog? You do NOT use human language as a dog, you understand’?

I went to apologise by saying ‘sorry’, then caught my tongue, replying as I knew I should.

‘Woof’.

I was told to remain in the present position and to raise my arse higher, ready for punishment. With my head resting on my front paws, just off the floor and my arse held high, I waited for my punishment which was to be 6 hard lashes with a leather paddle. I was to count them off with the correct number of woof’s after each individual thrashing as it landed on target.

One – ‘Woof’

Two – ‘Woof Woof’

Three – ‘Woof Woof Woof’

Four – ‘Woof Woof Woof Woof’

Five - ‘Woof Woof Woof Woof Woof’

Six - ‘Woof Woof Woof Woof Woof  Woof’.

‘You’d best learn quick not to use any form of human talk whilst you are in dog mode, or else. What do you do when you are asked a question Mutz’?

‘Woof’, I replied in hope that I would now be forgiven for my stupid mistake.

‘That’s better Mutz, you’re learning… slowly. Now get back in your cage. I’ll bring you some food and water’.

The cage door was locked behind me and I curled up again with my head resting on my front paws.

Awhile later, my Master returned with a plastic dog bowl containing some cold, pre cooked stewing steak that was broken into smallish pieces, so that I could get my dog face into the bowl and reach for the individual pieces of meat with my teeth.

A chrome water dish was also provided which I was to use as a drinking bowl. My Master opened the door to the cage and placed them on the floor, then sat down in his comfortable chair to watch me eat & drink.

‘Enjoy your first meal as a dog Mutz’! 

‘Woof’.

I figured it best to get into the present position to eat my food, so my mouth would be in a good position right above the food bowl. I lowered my head and with great difficulty managed to get hold  of a piece of meat between my teeth and started to chew.  I repeated this over and over until I had eaten a substantial amount of my dinner. I was now down to the level of eating as a dog, a pathetic dog.

As I moved my head over to the drinking bowl for some water, I found 3 pieces of steak that I must have dropped onto the floor of my cage.

‘Eat that up off the floor, you clumsy, stupid, dog’, demanded Master.

‘Woof, Woof’.

I lifted them off the floor with my teeth and ate them up.  I was now thirsty, so buried my head into the drinking bowl. Water got into my eyes as I tried to lap up the water with my tongue, spilling some onto the floor. I enjoyed my drink and water dripped from my chin as I lifted my head from the bowl.

‘Did you enjoy your dinner, Mutz’? 

‘Woof, Woof’.

‘Good dog’, responded my Master, putting one hand through the bars and patting me on the head.

‘Now it’s playtime for you, Mutz’.

He unlocked the door, I turned round inside the cage and crawled out head first, laid down on the floor, stretching out my front and back legs.

‘Get up and roll over’.

‘Woof’.

I obeyed, rolling over onto my back with all four legs held high in the air and wide apart. My cock & balls were still locked in chastity and I felt very vulnerable.

‘Good dog’ said Kris, placing the sole of one boot over my balls and pressing firmly downwards.  He then lifted his boot and placed it over my dog snout, again pressing firmly, as I licked the sole of his boot clean with my tongue.

‘Good, you like cleaning the soles of your Master’s boots with your tongue, don’t you’.

‘Woof, Woof’.

I was ordered onto all fours. Kris threw a chewy, rubber dog toy across the floor.

‘Fetch it Mutz, bring it back to your Master, in your mouth’. 

‘Woof’.

I scampered over the floor on all fours as quickly as I could, but had difficulty lifting the toy off the floor with my teeth, so I used my right paw to flick it over. I managed to get it into my mouth and return it to my Master who took it from my mouth, only to throw it back again!

‘Fetch it again’. 

‘Woof’. 

My Master looked amused as I hurried to return it in my mouth again. I was now learning to play as a dog!

Kris returned to his chair and made himself comfortable with his legs wide open then called me over to him. I quickly scampered towards him until I found my dog snout on a level with his crotch.

‘Good, now have a good sniff’.

‘Woof, woof, woof’, I replied in sheer delight before burying my face into the sexy crotch of his jeans.

My cock was now rock hard, but far from comfortable, still restrained by the plastic chastity device, where it had been for 44 days!  My Master lifted himself from the chair and turned around offering me his arse to sniff. I buried my nose deep into his denim clad arse.

I wanted more, I desperately wanted to get to what was packed inside those jeans, to get to his gorgeous bubble butt, and was trying as a dog to ask him as best I could, whimpering and sniffing around pathetically.

‘Not today. I know what you’re after, but you’re not getting it today. Just be satisfied with what I’ve allowed you so far, and be grateful to your Master’. 

‘Woof’, I replied with a mixture of both gratitude and disappointment.

I had been teased and was desperate to go further, but knew I had to wait for that reward...

‘Present’, demanded my Master!

I got into position.

‘Now I’m going to punish you before we conclude your first dog training session. You are to be punished for each of the following reasons:

1. Dropping your dinner onto the floor of the dog cage.

2. Spilling water onto the floor of the dog cage.

3. You must learn better self control when wanting your own pleasure.

Now raise your arse high and wait for your punishment’. 

‘Woof’.

I heard the cane swish through the air, as Kris practised his skills with the cane!

‘Now, I want you to count off every stroke with a woof, just as you did earlier with the paddle. You understand, Mutz’? 

‘Woof’.

I tried desperately not to mutter a human word as each stroke hit my arse, harder and harder. The pain was increasing and taking over my body and mental thoughts. I consoled myself by remembering that my pain was now pleasure, pleasing my owner. After the 10^th stroke, I gave 10 loud, hearty WOOF’S at the conclusion of my punishment.

My initiation as my Master’s dog, and first full training session, was over. I thanked my Master for accepting me as his dog, for his training and lastly for my punishment.

We returned to the hotel in Manchester, where we showered and changed ready for evening dinner. We celebrated my transformation and initiation with a good meal and an expensive bottle of wine. A perfect ending to a perfect day!

We woke next morning at 8.00am, and before breakfast I got my reward for persevering with 44 days of unbroken chastity. The padlock to my chastity device was unlocked, and I was set free. I touched my cock for the first time in weeks. I was told to lie on the floor on my back and given permission to play with myself and climax, but I was not to come until I was given the ok.

It didn’t not take long and in less than a minute I could have shot my load, but I had to control that. Kris, having come out of the shower, removed his dressing gown and stood over my face with his legs wide apart. He played with his stiff cock and I was given the ok to cum.

I wanked, looking upwards into his naked crotch, panting and groaning wildly as my climax became nearer and nearer and the pleasure increased. 44 days of chastity ended in an explosion unlike anything I’d experienced before!

I thanked my Master for giving me this pleasure. After breakfast we hugged, said our goodbye’s and went our own separate ways, both looking forward to the continuation of Mutz’s training in the future.