The Princess and Her Dog

"Enjoy the show, doggy?"

Princess entered her chamber with a post-coital glow and satisfied smirk. She observed the pathetic creature that had once been her husband, his desperate eyes darting towards her with a faint sense of relief in anticipation of being attended to.

He was on all fours, the leather cupped elbows and knees of his tightly bound limbs securely locked into floor sockets. Positioned in front of a large screen, his head was forced up by a chain that connected his tight leather hood to the equally tight testicle ring of his chastity cage, his swollen balls exposed and strangled with any attempt to lower his head.

On the screen before him was now an empty mattress, against the spartan backdrop of a clinical, dungeon-like interior. The show was over. But what doggy had just witnessed was replaying vividly in his hyper-sexual human mind, as it did several times per week on live stream, sometimes daily when Princess was ovulating.

The routine was established. Princess ensured doggy always got a restrained, front row center view of her frequent sexual exploits in the depths of her manor. In those dungeons she held captive seven men, lured into their fate by her loyal and professional female servants. The enslaved men enjoyed privileges that even her own husband was cruelly deprived of. His special privilege was being permitted to share Princess's lavish chamber, albeit in a state of being that was more like a pet.

Princess walked over to her beloved and grabbed the remote from the end of the bed.

"I want us to watch my favourite part together. You know he hadn't cum in over a month. Can you imagine?"

Doggy howled out a twisted, restrained whimper - the most vocal he could be through his multi-formed muzzle. He had first been ring gagged behind his teeth, forcing his mouth open, plugged by a large, phallic insert with a centrally running tube that allowed both air and delivery of fluids directly down his throat. Holding it all in place was a full headed leather hood with a grilled flap buttoned across his mouth.

"Oh, I'm sorry. How insensitive of me. Maybe you can somewhat imagine after a whole year of not cumming."

Princess casually scanned back through the video and pressed play. The camera was positioned behind her, riding one of her young, beautifully toned sex slaves. The slave was cuffed, wrists and ankles, spread eagle on the hard mattress, grunting rhythmically in sync to Princess's soft ass bouncing as she enveloped his long, veiny, girthy cock. Her pussy lips visibly dragged on him each time she rose.

Doggy could only watch the repeat with a reinvigorated, insatiable hunger.

"This is the part. Doesn't my ass look amazing, doggy? Shame you can't see my bouncing tits. I think that's what made him cum so quick and hard. He was so fixated on them like he was hypnotised. So desperate. They are magnificent though, aren't they?"

Princess, sat on the edge of the bed and eyes still greedily on the screen, reached for doggy's exposed, full, purple balls and began maddeningly caressing them with her nails, flicking up to his taint and semi-circling the rim of his anus, painfully stretched out by a novel tail plug.

Doggy snorted sharply and once again whimpered agonisingly in reaction to the sensations. His helplessly continuous erection attempts were tightly restricted by the snug, steel chastity cage.

"Shush, doggy. Here it comes. He's about to fill me up. Listen to how he moans when he cums. It's like nothing I've ever heard before."

As soon as she had said that, the screen slave suddenly lurched upwards, every visible muscle in his body tensing, his balls clenching into his groin, and released an earth shaking guttural scream in mind breaking primal abandon. This was followed by more spasmic thrusts as he unleashed his pent up load, squirt by squirt, in the throws of his violently needed orgasm.

Doggy was catatonically transfixed, vicariously but unsatisfyingly imagining his own forbidden orgasm through the explicitly displayed motions and sounds. He too released his own guttural, yet painfully muffled scream. Princess's nails were still gently taunting his sack and anal ring.

"Oh my goodness, doggy. Imagine pumping me full of cum like that and how amazing it would feel. After all that time."

On the screen, Princess lifted off the now expent slave, the uncontainable semen cascading in thick globs from her used pussy over a still rock hard erection.

"I don't think I've ever been filled up that much."

Doggy let out a high pitched, forlorn sob from behind his muzzle and began frantically humping the air, which only served to strangle his freshly teased balls, given the connecting restraint to his hood. Seeing a man gloriously release what was permanently trapped and ever building inside his own system was like a grotesque parody of a starving person watching a mukbang.

"A-ah, calm down, doggy. You know I forbid you to make those disgusting thrusting motions. Don't make me get the tazer."

It wasn't an empty threat. Despite how initially involuntary those deeply primal reactions were, doggy had learned to put a stop to them in order to avoid adding unnecessary pain to his already unbearable situation. That tazer would have been applied directly to his most sensitive area if he didn't. The agony wasn't worth the mere ghost of momentary relief.

"Bad dog. You'll never cum again. You'll never even enjoy a full erection again. I'll make sure of that."

Doggy howled in hopeless, ravenous frustration from the stark devastation of Princess's words. He wanted her on a level that was so deep it was unfathomable to anyone outside of his own mind.

Princess proceeded to unlock his floor restraints, allowing him to hobble in restricted, aching freedom. She kneeled before him and leaned into his face, holding his chin.

"It's bath night tonight. Jessica will take care of that."

Jessica. One of Princess's beautiful servant girls, with huge breasts and a cold, professional demeanour. Doggy was wide eyed imagining the private torment Jessica would inflict upon him during this weekly ritual. Yet his attempted erection couldn't help but be reinvigorated once again, squished within its confines.

Princess allowed the servant girls to deliver their duty with some improvised abandon, as long as it didn't involve delivering undue pleasure to her pet. She recalled how Jessica had reported doggy's lustful gestures towards her. She leaned in close.

"Don't you dare look at her in that way. Perverted dog. You only have eyes for me. Do you understand?"

Doggy clenched his eyes shut. He was trapped in a horny nightmare, his unreleased lust endlessly fuelled from multiple sources. Princess stood up and tapped on her phone.

"Doggy needs bathing. He's ready for you now."

Jessica promptly responded, "yes, Princess", while doggy drooled at both ends.

Princess unclipped the chain from his testicle ring, now making it a freer leash which Jessica took command of several minutes later.

He was yanked down to a wet room, where Jessica proceeded to lock him in similar stub restraints to those in the bedroom, strip his torso naked and remove his tail plug to allow him to do his business. She would then thoroughly hose him down at a distance with warm, soapy water.

"Princess wants you cleaned up, dumb dirty dog!"

As with the usual procedure, Jessica would replace doggy's fluffy body suit with a fresh one after the naked hosing. The newly laundered suit itched his body, and only served to radiate his inner sexual heat, from which Princess found a welcome and snuggling warmth, when she needed it.

Doggy couldn't help but admire Jessica's insane beauty. He knew her keen eye would spot his own amorously wandering and inform Princess. But he was so lost in a world of endless sexual frustration that he was no longer in control of his transfixed stares. This became only clearer while Jessica was preparing him for return. She noticed doggy was widely fixated on her full, irresistible cleavage as she leaned over to dry his still masked head. He groaned as a string of drool spilled between the grate in his hood.

"Close your eyes! You are such a hopeless pervert."

Doggy whimpered in irresistible lust and started thrusting, his erection painfully crushed. Nobody understood just how intensely he was feeling his forbidden urges.

"Ugh, you're a disgusting beast. I will tell Princess."

Jessica squeezed doggy's already tortured balls unforgivingly, causing him to release a gurgled scream.

She dried him more vigorously, her large breasts swinging into his face as she leaned over him. Inside his hood was a furnace of shame and incomprehensible desire. He knew the report to Princess was not going to be favourable.

"Princess will punish you in her own way, that's for sure. But I think it's only right I give you my own personal punishment."

Jessica was still to re-insert doggy's butt tail. She had a menacing idea. Doggy could only watch in helpless horror as she adorned surgical gloves and slathered the plug in some kind of lotion, that certainly didn't look like a regular, water-based lube.

"This is called deep heat. Athletes use it to soothe their muscles. Says here to avoid using it on sensitive areas." She smirked.

Doggy scoffed and snorted desperately in futile protest, his locked limbs firmly holding him in the optimal position for re-entry.

"It's funny. Princess won't even know why you seem extra agitated. You won't even be able to communicate that your insides are burning."

Doggy was shaking and terror stricken.

"You're just gonna be a burning meat sack of torment, likely for several hours. Open wide, bitch."

As soon as the reinvigorated plug entered into him, doggy felt the chemical heat intimately permeate nerve endings that he wasn't even previously aware of. He writhed in ways that could never physically express the qualia of his inner suffering, yet he had no choice but to endure. The physical expression of the experience in his mind was a merely crude caricature.

After a routinely cold shot of liquid nutrients down his throat, something he desperately wanted to feel up his ass to relieve the now blistering heat on his most sensitive inner areas, doggy was led harshly back to Princess's room.

"He was gawping at my chest and thrusted at me, again."

Princess was clearly displeased. Doggy was still feverishly trembling.

"Bad dog! Thank you Jessica. I heard the girls are having a party down in the quarters. Plenty of food and drink. Go enjoy yourself."

"Yes, Princess."

Jessica met her parting eyes with doggy's, squinting in disgust. He could just about make out the corner of her mouth curling ever so slightly into a wry smile.

Even given the rather disgusting task of cleaning and maintaining the manor's dog, among other lighter duties, Jessica was exceptionally rewarded. Not only was she paid a handsome salary, she was free to enjoy the manor's luxurious facilities and come and go as she pleased outside of her eight hour on-call period.

She also had a private room available to her, free of charge, if she wished to stay at the manor between shifts.

The other girls were given similar recompense for their various duties. It was a female run establishment, with a hierarchy that was both democratic and functional.

Doggy quickly turned towards his imminent threat. Princess scowled at her pet. His stretched anus was on fire, completely unbeknownst to her.

"I think you know what's coming, don't you?"

Princess quickly approached doggy with her tazer and coldly zapped his bursting balls. His body contorted and twisted before he collapsed to his side, screaming in an agony that he could never quite mentally prepare himself for.

Princess kneeled at his broken body and aggressively grabbed his chin. Her eyes pierced his.

"I will use this tazer over and over again until you learn. Do you understand?"

Doggy nodded as much as her firm grasp would allow. He couldn't even meaningfully collect within his mind what he was trying to learn any more.

"I'm going to join the girls for a bit. You will stay here and think long and hard about your perverted behaviour."

It was crazy making that doggy was exposed to so much relentless sexual stimulation, deprived of any sexual intimacy or release, yet was expected to remain pure in the eyes of his owner.

But that was just Princess's rules. She already had her beautiful and eager sex slaves down in the basement. Doggy was to remain nothing more than a sexless, voiceless play thing for a very nuanced and personal source of Princess's amusement.

If only she would somehow take away his urges like she had his freedom, doggy thought, then at least he could feel some sense of neutered peace. Instead, his body screamed in red blooded male desire. And it was only building day by day, without any relief in sight.

It got late. Princess retired from the party and returned to her chamber. Doggy was collapsed on his over sized bean bag, still wide awake and in a state of torment. His anus was still burning from the residual deep heat, even though he had managed to extract the tail plug by dragging his ass on the floor. Princess observed the detached plug and promptly went to retrieve it.

"What is this? Bad dog! Well this is going right back where it belongs."

Doggy was hoping she would smell the rather potent hot lube and buy him some time or mercy upon investigating it. But instead she had it snugly forced back into him within several seconds.

"Don't you ever remove this on your own again. You stay plugged up until it's removed by myself or one of the girls. I can easily change it for a bigger one. Do you understand?"

Doggy nodded several times with a twisted moan.

"Aww, you want to cuddle with Princess tonight, hmm?"

Princess's tipsy tone lightened with the invitation. Doggy couldn't resist the offer of any form of rationed intimacy with his wife. He again nodded, this time less frantically, with a gentler and suggestively affirmative moan.

Princess lifted him on to her large, plush bed. He watched as she stripped from her day clothes.

"Turn away!"

Princess forbade doggy from seeing her naked. Soon adorned with her flowing, silky night gown, she fell into bed and pulled doggy to her chest, almost lovingly.

"You are such a bad dog aren't you? Hmm? Remember when you were human, we would kiss and I would give you ten seconds to rub yourself?"

Doggy's memory was immediately jolted. Prior to his dog status, he would be allowed once a month to stroke himself under such circumstances. His wife's lips would be enough to bring him to intense orgasm within that short time. Even then, she forbade tongue kisses, but she would softly count down from ten to one, her lips brushing against his, and this was his sex. Looking back it was restrictive enough, but now it was a blissfully unreachable dream. He was in hell crying out to the heavens for this now condemned privilege.

"You'll never feel my lips again. All you get are occasional cuddles. Because that's all dogs like you deserve. Mmmh you're so warm."

Princess said this with an almost psychopathic gentleness as she squeezed him against her more tightly. Inside doggy's mind was a warzone of competing desires. His eyes were rammed closed, enjoying what little scent and cushion of Princess's squishy breasts he could sense under the hood. But every other second was flashed with searing desire. He would surely lose his mind before long. But what would that even look like, since there was no physical way to express it?

His erection was tightly throbbing in a way that could almost shatter the steel that contained it. His anus was spasming painfully around the heated plug. He thrusted his groin once involuntarily.

"No humping! Do not spoil this moment! Shhh. Pure doggy."

Princess stroked his back. Every attempted expression of release was shut down. He was burning from the inside out. Every bone and muscle in his body ached and flexed for release. He was desperately craving any part of her. He felt like screaming in utter despair, which would not only be futile, but dangerous. He was reduced to mere panting, which fell under the radar of Princess's eventual slumber.

It was the following afternoon and Princess was sat at her dresser perfecting her makeup. Doggy drooled in unimaginable desire as he observed his stunningly beautiful wife with tired, bloodshot eyes. He knew she was maxing for one of her slaves, who would likely get to enjoy her fully bared fruits. He would most likely be locked into his spectator position once again. He could no longer distinguish between the excitement and discomfort of being aroused in such a way. Yet even if given the choice, he could never turn it down.

But Princess had an alternate plan for today. She wanted to try something new. Something that would create even deeper torment within her personal play thing. There was nothing that could have prepared doggy for what he was about to endure.

To his surprise, Princess led him by his freer-than-usual leash down to the basement. There, in their individual cells, resided the seven males. One of the servant girls was in the middle of her round - providing food for and generally checking up on each of the slaves. Their compliance was rewarded on a weekly basis, with deliciously prepared meals and even alcohol. Their disobedience was punished with bread and water.

The males had certainly lost their freedom, but the cruelty they endured was on a much tamer level to doggy's.

Still, one of those freedoms they no longer had was sexual. They each had their genitals pierced and locked into chastity to prevent any masturbation. Princess had her frequent favourites - two males that she rotated on a weekly basis. The other five were for more experimental purposes, left to endure one to three months of abstinence at a time.

It was one of these slaves who would be the center of attention today.

Today's subject, a young and well hung specimen, was already naked, his chastity cage removed by the servant girl, his genitals thoroughly cleaned. This stimulation alone, from an attractive young woman, after months of not cumming, left him fully erect and primed.

Before she entered his private cell, Princess requested the servant girl help her attach doggy to a trolley, around coffee table height. It had similar sockets to lock his limbs in place as in Princess's chamber. He was once again firmly secured with his head pulled back by the testicle-linked chain.

He was then wheeled into the male's cell. The male already knew something was going to happen after his cage had not been more routinely re-locked following the cleaning.

Doggy, still oblivious to this new arrangement, observed the male's restraints. Both his wrists and ankles were cuffed to the back wall, arms by his sides, legs slightly parted into an inverted V shape. His neck was braced to the wall by a larger cuff. He had a little mobility, but only enough to lurch forward, which was perfect for today's intentions.

He was also tightly gagged. Princess had no desire to hear any pleading or questioning. He was just a meat prop for her own amusement and that's how he would remain.

Princess perused a piece of paper detailing the male's information.

"It says here you haven't cum in two and a half months. Are you ready to cum?"

The male immediately and frantically nodded as far as the neck brace allowed, breathing heavily through his nose, his erection reinvigorated just from the mere invitation of those words.

"It shall be granted."

With that, Princess removed doggy's phallic gag insert, leaving only his ring gag forcing his jaw open. Doggy let out a cathartic "Gahhhh!" and lapped his tongue in freedom. If it wasn't obvious by now what his role would be in all this, it very soon would be.

Princess locked eyes on the male subject.

"Look at me. For this session you will consider this as my pussy."

Princess sharply pointed to doggy's gaping mouth.

"It's wet, it's warm and it wants your cock. Do you understand?"

The slave was clearly disturbed. He was in no position to protest, but he was also salivating over the opportunity for release beyond anything. His mind was already tumbling over itself with how to make this remotely pleasurable. As a heterosexual man, he had zero desire to insert any part of him inside another man.

But there was something so de-humanised about doggy that made him appear almost sexually ambiguous. With his face and most of his body covered, his bent, immobilised limbs and his mouth gaping open, he looked more like an object or toy. At least that's how the slave was attempting to trick his own mind in his state of desperation.

His erection started to wilt a little. Alas, he couldn't trick his mind enough to get fully aroused by the revelation of this prospect, even if it was the only thing on offer that would give him the pleasure he so primely craved.

During this cognitive dissonance, doggy was scoffing and groaning in his own futile protest. For the male slave, hearing these deep, sickly splutterings from doggy wasn't helping.

"I can see that you're struggling with what I've so generously offered you. But I can help you out some more."

Princess called to the servant girl, who was still tending to the other slaves.

"Amber... fetch me some elixir."

"Yes, Princess."

Amber disappeared for a few minutes and returned with a surgical syringe containing a non-descript substance.

"Thank you Amber. Sorry to interrupt. You're doing a great job."

Amber returned to her duties. Princess removed the sterile cap from the syringe needle.

"You haven't experienced this before, but if you could speak to number two or three, they would perhaps tell you it's like a feeling of desire beyond anything you could imagine."

Princess focused on the tip of the needle before her as she said this, giving it a priming squirt. The elixir was a highly potent aphrodisiac, which Princess proceeded to insert into the male's neck.

Within mere seconds, his pupils had fully dilated, his breathing became heavier and, after a few further seconds, he was writhing in his bonds, grunting forcefully. He was overcome with lustful thoughts and impulses at a level of intensity only poor doggy had been more naturally and progressively compelled to feel.

"Good. Seems to be working. Now listen carefully. This pussy needs your cock."

Princess once again pointed to doggy's restrictively contracting opening.

"It needs to be pumped full of your backed up load."

The male now looked at doggy with aggressively feastful eyes.

"But you may watch me as you take care of yourself."

With that, Princess wheeled doggy further and docked the male's erect, semi-perpendicular cock into his throat. Doggy gagged and spluttered back against the forceful insertion.

"Do as you will."

The slave watched as Princess began fondling her right breast. She opened her mouth to mimic doggy's forced opening and extended her tongue. This drove the slave wild and he began thrusting, hitting the soft flesh of doggy's wet, enclosing throat.

"That's it. Does my pussy feel good, hm?"

The male moaned as he continued thrusting more rhythmically. He couldn't deny it did. Princess reached into her underwear and began massaging herself.

"Give me all your cum. Fill my pussy hole with every drop you have."

Doggy was unable to hold any coherent thought during this violation. All he could do was focus on his restricted breathing. But he knew what was coming, and he knew there was going to be a lot of it. He began vocally exerting in sync to the rhythm of the slave's more forceful thrusts.

"Ngah! Ngah! Ngah! Ngah!"

Seeing Princess touching herself in very sensual ways, the aphrodisiac making him feast over her appeal with insane degrees of need, and the inadvertently intricate laps of doggy's tongue over the most sensitive areas of his swollen cock, the slave could take it no more.

With a violent arch of his back and every hardened muscle in his body threatening to rip through his skin, he unleashed a scream that could have easily echoed to every corner of the expansive manor if it weren't for the basement's sound proofing.

Three cells along, even Amber stopped what she was doing and gave rise to a comically alerted expression.

"Yes! Cum for me! Fill me up!"

A single and firmly held thrust, followed by a strangled sequence of moans, Doggy's swallowing reflex immediately triggered painfully large gulp after gulp, helplessly receiving the male's viscous, months old seed. He screwed his eyes shut without any physical means of escaping the torrent.

It seemed to go on forever. Spurt after violent spurt jetting down his throat, until it was finally reduced to a residual dribble.

"My goodness. You really needed that, didn't you?"

The male, still grunting with each outward pant, now wore a look of utter disbelief. It was the hardest he had ever orgasmed. But there was also a creeping post-nut shame with which he would have to contend this retrospective pleasure, likely for a long time.

Doggy, who was not exactly comfortable with his many routine violations, but had somewhat managed to compartmentalise them, now suffered a new and especially acute sense of violation. He was still trying to clear his throat of the sticky remnants, with a combination of spluttering and swallowing.

Princess, fascinated by what had just occurred, wanted to ensure doggy felt the full psychological weight of it. She grabbed his chin and leaned in close.

"Know one thing, dumb horny dog. Semen only stays in or goes in you. It never comes out."

She collected the expelled dribbles around the exterior of his aching mouth with a rag and re-delivered them.

"Every. Last. Drop. I want all of his cum sloshing around in your stomach while your own relentlessly builds and builds. How does that feel?"

Doggy's ultimate scream was muffled through bubbling gurgles. It was a horrifying state of twisted psycho-sexual torture. He was more full of cum than ever, in more places than he had ever felt. He needed to release his own more than ever. He began doing the only thing he was able that would keep him from completely breaking, yelping with each thrust that pulled at his balls.

"Oh dear. I counted four... no, five thrusts. Someone's getting the tazer tonight."

The male slave, in his post-nut docility, looked on in sobered horror. If Princess could sadistically enjoy her own husband reduced to such a servile state, then he could surely be next.

But he had nothing extra to fear. Doggy status was reserved exclusively for her husband. Though she would of course never explicitly reassure the slaves of that.

Princess told Amber to re-lock the male in chastity when she got to his cell. He wouldn't cum for another three months, left to ruminate over the disturbed confusion of what had just happened, always anticipating its repeat and, after long enough, even craving it.

This adjusted routine would continue for some time, rotating between the longer denied slaves, who were never able to resist Princess's externalised "pussy". Her favourite slaves were still used for her more regular personal pleasure, streamed into doggy's tortured mind.

Eventually, and inevitably, the toll of this constant psychological and physical torment would change doggy on a level so deep that his very nature was corrupted.

His cries became more wildly drawn out, like a lost soul who could never find even momentary peace. It reached a prolonged crescendo whereby Princess could no longer sleep because of the incessant disturbance. She couldn't even find temporal satisfaction in cuddling with him any more.

She decided to permanently move him to a wing of the manor that housed her collection of fine art and sculpture. It was frequented by others, cleaners mainly, and doggy would be routinely dusted by the maids, albeit more jestfully than the other sculptures. But Princess found it fitting that what she had created - this twisted, now sub-human shell of what was once a man - would now have a special place within her wider collection. Her perfectly broken, living and suffering possession. This gave her a feeling of ultimate satisfaction that she had never quite felt before.

He would of course continue to have his primary, sustaining biological needs taken care of by the female servants on a daily basis - feeding, excreting, hosing down, along with the improvised torment. But the rest of his time was now spent locked to the floor, head secured back via the connection to his chastity ring, confronted by a grand and domineering portrait of Princess, his wife, her piercingly stern and icy cold expression ever reminding him of who was in charge of his ultimate fate all along.

Occasionally, Princess would visit him and give his balls a playful zap, sometimes to syringe a cocktail of semen she had collected from the male slaves down his gagged throat, just to remind him that she still thought of him. She would occasionally bring her tablet and show him recordings of the streams he was once privileged to see live, still reliably refuelling his mind with what he would never have.

But she didn't have to deal with this mere ghost of a man haunting her chamber any more. His nightly howls of mindlessly infernal need were now confined within the most distant part of the manor, while Princess and her girls slept soundly and luxuriously.

Her creation was now complete.