Clipper

There is nothing more reassuring than feeling the weight of Masters heavy chain and padlock around your neck…

…whether at home…

…or being displayed for everyone to see at the bar.

A public declaration that it is owned…

…a service animal…

He was such a responsiible Owner taking His pup, ‘Lucky’ out for some exercise whenever He had the chance. 

But it was tough maintaining a pup and a successful career. Still He’d had its cage custom built so that it was long enough to almost stretch out and high enough to allow it on all 4′s so He didn’t feel too guilty that it was locked up whilst He worked His 12 hours days. And after all that work He deserved a drink didn’t He? Another few hours wouldn’t make any difference, the pup had its litter tray if it needed to do its business. Yeah, He was often so drunk by the time He got home that He forgot to feed it but the weight loss looked good on the pup and He thought the greyhound look suited it. But as long as He didn’t oversleep He would always take it out in the morning and give it a can of dog food…well if He hadn’t run out.

This morning He took Lucky for a whole 5 minutes outside to do its business, the pup was so excited with the attention that it wouldn’t stop yapping especially when it found the old chewed up bone in the gutter to gnaw on. 

He gave it a playful slap, lifted its chin to look up at Him. the adoration in its eyes pleased Him no end.

“Quieten up pup and listen carefully, I have to go away to a meeting for three days…SSSHHH….no whining. I’m going to put three cans of dog food in its bowl. That has to last so don’t eat it all at once. Same with its water. Now hurry up your making Me late for My flight.”

Once a day the slaves and faggot of the household are allowed to dive into the communal feeding bowl. 

It is filled during the previous 24 hours with the waste/leftovers from the house…vegetable/fruit peelings, the fat from meat, egg shells, cold leftovers…all nutritious. and at no extra cost. 

Master knew its nipples were hot-wired to its cock. 

He spent the first half an hour teasing, pinching, nibbling…driving His slave slut crazy with lust in its cock cage. 

The biting got harder, the squeezing more brutal, tearing, stretching, abusing until the pleasure turned to pain, the nip rubbed raw.

He took a break to light the cigar, enjoyed His horny slaves squirming, its clit leaking, face hole drooling as He blew smoke in its face…on its tit, so sensitive, His smoky breath caused a stimulating whine.

Took a few deep drags and then started the heating, the glowing end growing closer…closer…closer. His property’s eyes growing wider…wider…wider. 

Then it touched, the jump and squeal almost making Master shoot. But He had far more control than that. Held the glowing end on the raw tit longer, more intense.

The ash was knocked off…perfect, dry, rough, gravel like, to rub into the raw nub….make it sing.

Everything it is made to do…

Everything that is done to it…

Everything that has been taken away……

Everything that it has been given 

“…Stop your fucking snivelling cunt, you ain't got any fuckin choice in the matter. 

Now we can either do this the hard way or the easy way? 

you can lie back and grab your ankles, spread that tight hole for me and beg for it or i can punch you a few times, slap you around and stomp your worthless balls, tie you down and force my way in...dry. 

Either way it's gonna be fuckin brutal, it’s gonna hurt, you’re gonna scream…i’ll make sure of that.