Slave of Many Guises - II - The Dog, The Floor and The Masochist

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Continuing from last night, since way too much happened to cram into one entry - After I called a break for 10 minutes I changed into some stiletto boots and told my slave to get on all fours on his rug, where he would be magically transformed into a dog.

Attaching the leash and then tapping my thigh saying “Here, boy! Come on!” in my best ‘talking to dog’ voice was all it took to make the transformation. “Wanna go walkies?”

Passing through the kitchen, just before the front door was a bag of dry dog food. Richard often kisses my hands, licks my fingers and I’ve often heard a phrase I like - “You’ll have him eating out of your hands”. This is a metaphorical term but I decided to take it literally and feed him a handful of the biscuits.

We made our way down the stairs and made the long walk across the garden. Doggy’s progress was slow and cumbersome, but I didn’t hurry him too much. I wanted to play Fetch like I had promised last time, but it was way too dark to do anything like that. When we got to the bench which was at the other side of the garden, I got my naked doggy to lay on his belly and lick my boots. No surprises there ;). I told him he was now going to be my floor, and then I trampled him in a walk-over style for a few minutes, treading mainly on the back of his legs and butt as I stepped on him in passing.

I told him to lay in front of me and began torturing his left nipple with my heel, when an idea occurred to me. I told him to turn 180 degrees and then said I was going to work on the other nipple (the left nipple is the one I always pick on the most, so I wanted a change). However, I said I was going to keep torturing his one nipple in any way I could until he either begged me to stop or I became exhausted or bored of the situation.

So I ground my heel in mercilessly, I rubbed my boot sole on it with total abandon. I slapped it. I pinched it, pulled it, flicked it and twisted it with my fingers. I crushed it inbetween two heels, inbetween other parts of my boots. I verbally taunted him, asking if it was sore, if he wanted to beg me to stop. His agony became more and more intense and visible, and at times I nursed his hair, asking if he was O.K.

This ordeal was an amazing bonding experience for both of us. I kept on going, with total disregard, until I thought maybe I would scrape his nipple off, or at least damage it in some way. The pain became so bad that I had to hold his hand. “You’re not going to give up for me, honey?” I asked him. His answer - “I’m sorry Goddess, I can’t lie.” The truth is that he really does love pain and can take an insane amount of it. Perhaps in a less erotic context it would be harder for him.

“I have no idea how this feels” I said teasingly as I continued to scrape his nipple with my boot like it was a doormat, and then grind it like a cigarette butt. I relaxed and became unconcerned with the nipple, still torturing it. “All I want to do is grind and torture this one tiny point in the whole of the universe. I’m looking at the stars and the clouds and the trees above and the vastness of everything, and the only point out of all of it is this one right here under my heel [heel stab], which of course just happens to be connected to you, via the miracle of nerves!”

I switched back to using my fingernails to squeeze the nipple, and at this point his pain was clearly becoming extatic. The look on his face changed from troubled and pained through to a blissed out kind of expression. “My little masochistic whore!” I said in an amazed and slightly loving voice. After only a couple of minutes at the most he was back to being in agony and eventually I gave up and allowed him to stand so we could walk back to the house.

We were both high from this incredible journey into pure sadism and masochism. He apologized for not breaking, but I said I was glad he hadn’t faked it for me and was fascinated by his pure physical sadism and ability to take continuous pain. I’m guessing I tortured his nipple mercilessly for 30 minutes, if not longer! He’s said that’s the second time I’ve almost caused him to break. Finally getting there is going to be a real landmark for both of us and will possibly require a certain amount of planning and cunning.

Richard’s side of the evening: My Poor Right Nipple