She entered the room and threw her briefcase and keys to the bar removing her shoes. As she stretched her body taut in an effort to release the tensions of the day. Her fingers rose to the golden clip that bound her silky chestnut curls, when suddenly she was startled by a hauntingly familiar voice.

"Did you have a good day my slave?"

Her heart seemed to stop as his voice sent hot waves of pleasure running through her. It was her master's voice. She closed her eyes... drinking in the safeness his voice brought to her soul. When next she opened her eyes... he stood before her... his presence a thick wall around her ... a solid fortress replacing the walls she'd built around herself with his own. She craved his touch... the need to feel it upon her near to overwhelming. Slowly his arms rose and he cradled her face in his strong hands looking deeply into his slave's eyes... as if searching her soul. She closed her eyes again... anticipating his kiss... his hot breath caressing her skin... enticing a moan from her full red lips... when suddenly he drew her head back with a jerk as his husky voice broke into her illicit thoughts.

"It is a shame..." he said harshly. "When one forgets... then one must be punished. Her belly tightened with fear and suddenly she remembered what she had forgotten. Her instructions. She'd been so happy to see him... it had been so long... that they'd completely slipped her mind. He tilted her chin upwards with a single finger... causing her soft hazel eyes to meet his hard blue ones.

"Do you realize what you have done..." he paused "or not done as the case might be?"

"Yes sir," she whispered, fighting the urge to close her eyes with shame... his gaze hard upon her. His large hands wrapped firmly around her upper arms and he set her from him.

"Then I suggest that you remedy the situation before the punishment you've earned for your forgetfulness becomes more severe."

Taking another step back, she slowly unbuttoned the silk blouse that she'd worn to work and parted it to reveal the black silk and lace bra beneath it. Her panties would match. Her eyes clenched together tightly as she unzipped the skirt and pushed it past the soft curve of her hips... feeling it fall to the floor in a puddle around her as she stepped from it. A strong feeling of vulnerability rushed over her as she stood ... all but naked before him... nothing between her skin and his touch... but the black lace and silk that caressed her skin mockingly.

She knelt before him... following the last order of the ritual and cast her dark eyes to the floor.

"Very good my love. Now do you have an acceptable excuse as to your sudden absentmindedness?"

"No sir," she whispered so softly he had to strain to hear her. She knew that her excitement at his return was not a viable excuse to release her from his strict discipline... hence she did not even attempt to give voice to it.

"You know my love... that I do not enjoy causing you unnecessary pain. Yet what choice do I have... when you cannot even follow the simplest of instructions?

She bit her bottom lip to still its trembling... as fearful tears of anticipation tumbled to her cheeks.

He walked around her grazing her with a single finger... a touch so light... that it caused her skin to heat with silent chills.

"And what my love...?" he asked, "do you believe would be a fitting punishment for your crime?" He ran his fingers through her hair in a subtle show of domination as his words caressed her skin hotly... and she caught her breath... afraid to answer.

"I don't know..." she whispered softly, her voice small even to her own ears. Suddenly, he felt a powerful possessiveness overwhelm him and he mentally had to shake himself... tossing aside any tenderness he wished to show her now. He would be tender later... for now... he must not falter... as he knew that she would only be his perfect slave as long as his will was strong enough to bend hers... strong enough to keep her naked... vulnerable... and bound at his feet. His possession... to do with as he pleased.

"Do you not think that if I were to sit in this chair over here and order you to please yourself... your legs parted in submission... that I might see what is mine... and then sent you home... deprived of my touch?" He paused, letting the sentence fall... unfinished... to hang in the thick air between them. His brow crinkled in feigned thought as he watched her flinch at the idea... and hid well his smile.

" A fitting punishment I believe... for your sin," he said, finally finishing the thought.

Her head sank low... her heart pounding thunderously in her ears, and she whispered... "Please no!"

"You do not believe my idea a fitting punishment for your crime?" he asked incredulously. His voice mocked her and she felt her vulnerability deeply... kneeling there at his feet... his slave to do with as he wished.

"Yes sir..." she said quickly looking up at him her eyes filled with such pleading that his heart skipped a beat.

"I do not disagree that it would be a fitting punishment if it is your wish... But I beg of you... please do not deprive me of your touch... my skin burns for it." Her whispered words were strangled with need.

"Do you remember... the commitment you made when we last spoke?"

Remember it? It was branded into her memory as if the wound were still fresh.

"Yes sir," she whispered... their last meeting spinning through her head fast enough to cause her to feel a bit dizzy.

"And you agree with the terms?" he said flatly.

"I do." Her head, she averted and her eyes closed tightly...

He could see her body tremble with her vulnerability. His power over her must be complete. He smiled as she pondered her punishment. Yes... she would be his... and she would serve him well.

He dropped to his knees before her and took savagely... a hand full of chestnut curls into his fist... pulling her head back until he looked her squarely in the eyes.

"Do you understand your responsibility to this commitment?" he asked... his own breath growing a little ragged as he looked at the childlike expression on her face... so innocent... an angel who wished to be touched by sin.

"Yes master," her voice was breathless... her eyes glazed... her pupils dilated with desire.

He fought the urge to push her to the floor and claim what was now rightfully his. That would be too simple. First, she must understand her situation fully... she must feel it's full impact upon her.

He placed his free hand firmly against her thighs to press them more widely apart, and watched carefully the struggle in her eyes. A struggle that she fought with voices from her past... voices that told her that what she was contemplating was... improper... illicit... Yet, he saw the want...

A raw surge of power shot through him at the shame that he saw in her eyes depths... because he knew that her need for him was stronger than the voices that haunted her... He could make the voices go away... anytime they bothered her... he could make them go away... and she would be safe... with him... because he was unwilling to let her run from her own dark desires... her own need to feel his touch holding her prisoner at his feet like invisible chains.

He forced his fingers past her warm pink lips to her wetness and felt her body tremble as he touched her most vulnerable place... circling the light nub he found there lightly with his finger. He heard her gasp for breath and she closed her eyes tightly in an effort to stop her tears. He closed his own eyes for a moment... breathing deeply.... the control he felt over her was heady... and it intoxicated them both.

"Look at me!" he demanded.

She opened her eyes quickly... tears spilling silently to her cheeks as he suddenly plunged into her wetness... forcing a cry from her lips.

"What are you?" He held her firmly, not allowing her to look away.

"A slave..." she whispered...her voice was shaky... but she'd answered without hesitation.

"And what my love... is the purpose of a slave?" he asked... pulling his finger back and then thrusting it deeply back into her again. He let her cry wash over him and then awaited her answer... his fingers spreading her open widely.

She felt very small as he forced his fingers inside of her... coercing her need from her.

"A slaves purpose," she choked, "is to serve her master in all ways and allow him the use of her body without question."

He suddenly pulled his fingers from her wetness and listened to her whimper in protest.

"Before you leave here tonight... he said harshly... you will know yourself owned."

Her look of utter helplessness caused his body to tense as he endured the deep stirring of his manhood. Her face was flushed... her breathing harsh... her breasts rising and falling with its erratic rhythm. The fear in her eyes was apparent as his hand rose and his wet fingers parted her trembling lips... and she was forced to taste her own juices. Unalterable proof of her desire.

Her eyes closed over wet tears as she tasted herself on his fingers... afraid of what her fate held for her this night. Armed only with the certain knowledge that her fate now rests in hands much stronger than her own.

From the floor he picked up a brown leather collar and fastened it around her neck. He felt her deep intake of breath as the silver chain that hung from the teeth of a snarling bear fell between her breasts... its sudden chill shocking her warm skin.

His hand dropped to pick it up between his fingers and he wrapped it tightly around his hand slowly... until the chain was taut between them... and he pulled her forward but a half of an inch.

"Do you wish my touch?" he asked, his eyes boring into hers with heated ferocity.

"Yes," she sobbed, the word broken by the force of her tears.

"Then you must beg for it my slave."

Her hesitation lasted only as long as the tender tug on her chain.

"Please fuck me..." she choked through her tears......... please...." Her last word was inaudible... but he could read it on her lips... the last of the word a soft hiss through her clenched teeth.

"You beg for my touch like a common street whore... Are you a whore?"

"Yes..." she whispered raggedly... tears staining her cheeks.

He rose and pulled her to a standing position, bending his head to kiss a tear from her cheek and his lips came to rest beside her ear as he spoke softly. His arm circled her waist and he pulled her to him tightly... constricting her breathing with the fierceness of his hold.

"You will know then... what it means to be my whore." His fingers were suddenly in her hair... his grip tight... pushing her before him... and she stumbled to the bedroom feeling a great sense of doom taunt her belly and deepen a little, the wetness that had caressed her swollen lips from the moment she'd set eyes on him.

The chain suddenly halted her and his large hand gently lit on her shoulder, squeezing it firmly.

"Kneel," he said simply.

She knelt, feeling hot tears kiss her cheeks as he took his place on the bed before her. His strong hand reached up and caressed her cheek softly and she moaned... turning her cheek into his palm... her tears salty between their skin.

He watched intently as his fingers shot past her swollen lips... splaying her widely... her back suddenly arching tautly, and her eyes became wide with surprise.

"Do you really wish to be my whore?" he asked in a husky whisper.

"Yes sir," she whispered... her own voice trembling with hesitation.

"Then I think it is time," he said "that you find out "exactly" what serving me will mean to you.

Her breath grew shallow as she listened to his words... the fear of what he would say next tightening her belly.

"It means my love, that I may use your body at will... in "anyway" I wish." He watched her face... awash with fear and excitement.

She could stand his harsh gaze no longer and she cast her damp eyes to the floor, her cheeks filling with color. But he would have none of it... and tipped her frightened eyes back up to meet his own.

"It means my love... that, if I wish for you to part your legs beneath the table while we dine in a public restaurant... so that I may touch what is mine... you will spread your legs." He paused for a moment and placed his mouth beside her ear... his warm breath caressing her collared neck.

"And, if I wish for you to serve a close friend or client... you will... without question. Whether I am there... or have lent him exclusive rights to your body for the evening. You will serve his orders as if it were my own voice that spoke them."

Her stomach knotted tightly. Her legs trembled beneath her... and she was very thankful that she wasn't standing.

"Yes sir," her voice quaked with the thought of being thusly displayed for the pleasure of others.

"Stay here," his sudden order brooked no argument... and her "yes sir," was.

He left the room and in a moment he returned... his gaze raking over the naked skin of her back... the softly curve of her buttocks teasing his imagination.

Her stomach tightened as she felt his presence enter the room behind her... so strong was his hold over her.

"Rise slave... and turn to face your master..." his voice shook her to the very core of her being... and she rose slowly... turning to face her fate.

Her heart dropped to her toes... and he heard her deep intake of breath as she spotted the dog sitting beside him. It was a huge spotted grey dog.. darker in some spots than others... it looked like a Dane... but it wasn't as big... maybe... Dane and bulldog possibly? Her mind swam. He could not mean too... she stopped her thoughts as the look in his eyes told her that he was dead serious.

The dog stood beside him... his body trembling in excited expectation.

"Get on your knees slave." he said... his eyes unrelenting.

Her look was frightened and her stomach was knotted almost painfully, her fear suddenly stirring her wetness.

"You cannot mean too..." she stammered her thoughts aloud, but was unable to finish.

"Silence!!!" he boomed startling her... sending her dark eyes racing for the floor.

"Do you wish to be my slave? he asked.

"Yes Master," she whispered.

"You may leave now if you wish."

The comment was unexpected and cut deeply... slicing into her soul with deadly precision and suddenly hot tears filled her eyes again... and she could not see through her pain.

"Please..." she whispered... choking on her tears.

"Please what my love?" he asked... arching a brow.

"Please... I do not wish to go." he could her the honesty in her docility... and it was hot upon his skin.

"You may stay if you wish love... but know this!" he said sternly. If you choose to stay... I expect my orders to be carried out straight away. If I must repeat them twice.. you will be severely punished. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes master..." her head was bent low in submission. She'd done it... she'd given her soul to him... craving his touch so much that she would be his dogs bitch... and enjoy it... if she could only feel it upon her. Knowing that it served his pleasure to see it... to see her before him on her knees being taken by a dog in a pure frenzy of animal lust... for a moment she actually thought she would faint... her knees threatening to give way beneath her.

His heart dropped in silent relief at her soft whisper. She was still here, her choice placing him above all other men. She'd chosen to give herself to no other but him... and he wondered for a moment what she would've done... if she were to have walked out of the door when given the chance to leave. But she hadn't. Now she was truly his.

"Now I want you to lie on the floor and spread your legs for Cody." His next words cut into her very soul and made her wetness hot between her legs. "Tonight... you're going to be Code's bitch.

Tears welled in her dark eyes as s he lowered herself to the floor and did as she was told. Her breathing became shallow and the tears stung her eyes as the dog began to lap at her swollen lips... a low moan escaping from her throat unbidden.

"Now I want you to spread yourself open so that the dog may taste fully of his bitch."

She cried softly as her delicate fingers parted the pink flesh and caught her breath as the sensation of the dog's tongue against obscene nakedness intensified one hundred fold.

His manhood pained him as he watched each tortured emotion cross his loves face... as she allowed herself to be used for the dogs pleasure.

"Now," he said harshly rising to cross the room and take the dogs chain. "Take him in your mouth."

She jumped... his voice startling her. For a moment she'd almost forgotten he was there... so lost was she in her own shame and pleasure.

She looked up at him and he arched a brow as if in silent challenge as he moved the dog to stand above her... the tip of his large pink cock brushing her lips. She closed her eyes tightly as she took the dog into her mouth... fighting the feeling of nausea that threatened to take her at the vile act... and felt the warmth of his cock press deeply into her throat as it swelled... making it hard to breathe.

"I wish you to open your legs and pleasure yourself, while you suck the dogs cock.

With tears in her eyes... she spread her legs wide as the dog pressed against her throat and began to taunt her own wetness with her own fingers. Her wetness burned between her legs so badly... that she thought she might die from its heat... and a low moan gurgled deep within her throat as her back arched... her wetness threatening to burst within her.

"Cease!" his voice cut through her like a knife... and she pulled her lips from the dog and pulled her head up to look at him... face flushed. Her eyes could not help but to stray to the bulge that almost seemed to want to burst through the zipper of his softly faded jeans... and the need to feel him within her... claiming her as his own seem to take her breathe away... and for a moment she could not even breathe.

Though her glassy eyes shot to the floor and she recovered quickly... bringing herself to her knees to await his next command... the small action was not lost on him.

"Come here," his command was non-threatening, yet.. she did not dare to disobey. She rose to her feet quickly and crossed the distance between them and knelt before him... his command this time unspoken... a soft palm on her shoulder sending her to her knees without hesitation.

Her eyes still searched the floor as if searching for the answers to her fate.

Suddenly, his hand snaked out with lightning speed and closed harshly in her hair to force her cheek to the cool sheets. His free hand quickly slapped each naked cheek several times, in quick succession.

"God you are a whore," his words were strong and seemed to be more severe as they were punctuated with each slap... her tingles mingled with the pain ...and humiliation of his words only seemed to cause her body temperature to rise at an alarming rate.

Her cries were like flames against his own skin, as he plunged his finger into her wetness and then slipped it rudely into her ass. His finger twisted inside of her.

"Beg to fuck the dog..." he listened to her whimper... "beg to be his bitch."

His grip was amazingly strong... and she was still having problems breathing... so choked was she with shame... her words sounded broken and helpless.

"Please Master... please, may I be Cody's bitch? His finger suddenly left her and she gasped... causing her to take a deep breath as he loosed her hair.

"Spread your pussy and offer your sweet cunt to him. And when he mounts you... put him inside of you... he paused for a moment... watching the tears that streamed down her cheek to the sheet... and he sat back... and took care that his orders where carried out.

Her body trembled at the force of her sobs as she opened her lips and the cold shock of the dog's nose followed by the warmth of his tongue, sent her senses reeling anew. She gasped softly as the dog moved to mount her and she felt his enormous cock pushing past her swollen lips... and slowly... her eyes closed with the certainty of her fate.

Her skin hot with ignominious heat as she placed her tiny hand around him and guided him into her cries were (broken) as he buried his huge knot inside deep inside of her... as he used her like a female bitch in heat.

Her master could not move, so mesmerized was he by the scene before him... the dog fucking her... spreading her lips with his huge cock. The sense of power... that she would so debase herself for his pleasure. The emotions that crossed her countenance transformed not only her face... but her whole body with her shameful lust... as the dog ruled her body... with each powerful thrust.

She looked up at him with tears in her eyes as the dog stilled in her and began to spill his seed inside of her. He watched her relax and press her hot cheek to the cool sheet beneath her. Her eyes closed and she breathed deeply.. the dog still locked inside of her... draining slowly into her.

When Cody finally retired to a corner of the room, her master's voice broke the silence.

"Don't bother to rise," he intoned commandingly.

He crossed the distance and dropped behind her... he could stand it no longer... he must have her... she was his... he owned her. Spreading her round cheeks... he spread her to his eager eyes and pressed his throbbing hardness against her tight little sphincter. He listened letting her cry wash over him at being so taken... As he pressed slowly into her... her screams becoming a bit louder. His voice rose over her cries.

"Quite the little whore aren't we?

There was no answer and he slapped her harshly on the ass... causing another scream to twist her lips... and she called out in acquiescence.

"Yes sir... I am a whore," she whispered brokenly.

" Do you like having your ass fucked by your master?" he asked... his own voice husky as it mocked her discomfit.

"Yes Master." She sounded... vulnerable and... used. Her shattered voice made him feel the ultimate power he possessed of her like the tide come to take him.

He bent forward touching his skin to hers as his thrusts became a little harsher. He placed one hand beneath her and spread her lips... listening to her cry of pleasure as he began to tease her sensitive clit. With his remaining hand he took her hair between his fingers and forced her head back sharply... so that her ear was next to his lips... and he bit into it... taking care not to break the skin before he spoke...

"You know..." he said pausing for effect as he thrust deeply into her... her muscles tightening around him... "that from now on... you are Cody's bitch... if he wishes to fuck you... you will submit or he will nip and growl at you until you do. I would suggest that you submit... as I would hate to see your pretty skin marred by such vicious teeth.

He listened to her cry for a moment and then added... "A male dogs domination over his bitch is complete and inescapable... he thrust into her... his rhythm slow and methodic as his words sunk into her very soul. "While I am away working... it will be your duty to feed Cody. It will be done naked... or with a short skirt and no panties... After all a bitch is unable to hide herself from her master.

He let go of her hair suddenly... and forced her own hand beneath her.

"Pleasure yourself while I finish with you..." his command was harsh as his thrust became more forceful and he pounded her body... making her know who ruled her... mind, body and soul.

The sheets were wet beneath her cheek and her sobs were quiet as she used her own fingers to drive herself to the brink of madness... for if her release did not come soon... surely she would go mad.

Within moments he grunted and plunged into her with such fierceness... that her scream pierced his ears... but he could not stop

As he slammed into her... his broken words gave her permission to give way to her orgasm... but not before she was ordered to beg for him to cum in her ass. Her nipples were squeezed between his fingers with fierce harshness... causing her to emit a wild scream as her orgasm sent her mind spinning... and each became lost in their own pleasure.

They lay there for a long time... his body covering hers... as their breathing again became normal... their heartbeats slowing... from the wild credenza of moments ago.

He rose slowly and pulled her onto his lap... holding her tightly as if she might run away. Her eyes became heavy and he could feel her body relax in his arms... but her punishment was far from over.

"Now my love..." he said rising... placing her in the middle of the bed. "You must sleep."

She looked up at him with the sleepy eyes of a child as he placed her in his chains for the night.

"Sleep my love... for you will be chained to my bed for the remainder of the weekend... or anywhere else I might care to chain you... and when I wish to use you... you will spread your legs for me...

"Yes master..." she whispered sleepily as her head fell to the pillow and she began to dream of men and their dogs.