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TERRY'S JOURNAL OF SUBMISSION
Entry #2 - Friday, Dec 21
Inferior. It's the word that constantly rattles in my brain. When I think of my submission, it's not the loss of control that is foremost in my mind, it's the feeling of inferiority. I don't deserve to be in control of my life because I am inferior to true alphas. So what makes me feel whole is when I am put into a situation where I am reminded of my inferiority. For example, if/when Master invites me to His home, I hope He has me remove my clothing and get on all fours...
He puts a collar around my neck with a leash and leads me to a special room He has prepared for me. I scan the room and I see a cage, a small water bowl, a food bowl, and what looks like some kind of large litter box. As I scan the room, Master asks me not to move as He applies some gel,cream or lube to my ass.
"Is He going to fuck me?" I think to myself, a little excited.
As the warm glow of that thought overcomes me, it is burst by a sharp thrust into my ass. As my ass gets accustomed to what I assume is a dildo, I hear Master laughing as I feel something tickling my ass and legs.
"Oh that tail is just perfect" Master laughs, "better than I thought it would be."
Master then walks around to face me and says "You are such a good pup, you know that? Please show your paws to Master." Paws? Oh, he means my hands. Master carefully places some mittens on my hands and when I get back on all fours I realize I can't use my fingers.
"There you go pup. All set. Because you've been a good boy, I am going to start by serving you hamburger meat. Enjoy it while you can because I will be switching to dog food soon enough. Oh, and if you need to `go', please use the box I've set aside for that in the corner. I'm not too thrilled with the idea of your piss and shit in my house, but I wanted to get you trained before I let you into the backyard to go."
My mind was a blur. Dog food? Shitting in a box? What the hell was this? Yet, as crazy as it sounds, I knew that I deserved it. I wasn't meant to share a beer with Master while we talked about work or sports or women. I am His slave. I am His inferior. And if being His bitch was what made Him happy, and what He wanted me used for, then that's what I would be for Him.
"Now to the last piece of the puzzle", Master said. "You may ask me anything you wish right now, but once I am done addressing your questions, you're only mode of communication will be to bark. Need me to remove your tail so you can crap? You bark for my attention. Need more food or water? You bark for my attention. Understood?"
"Understood Master", I responded. "I, uh, I guess I'm not sure why you're doing this."
"Because I can" Master responded, "and because I've always wanted a dog. And now I have one that will suck my cock as well. Isn't that perfect?"
"Yes Master, that is perfect. Thank you for thinking of me to be Your dog."
"You're very welcome. And oh, I forgot to give you a name. Let's see. What would look appropriate on a dog tag hanging from that pink collar you have on. Let's go with Daisy. I think you're buddies at work would like that, don't you agree?"
"Yes Master, I love it. Thank you. Uh, may I ask where I am supposed to sleep?, I asked.
"Good question Daisy. If you're a good dog, I will give you free reign of the house, meaning you can sleep on the floor anywhere you wish. Couches, chairs and of course my bed are off limits. If you're bad, I will need to lock you up in your crate. Understood?"
"Yes Master, understood."
"Excellent, any other questions?" Master asked.
"No, I think I'm ready Master."
"Okay then Daisy, looking forward to having such a good doggie! No more talking as we begin your training."
I was on all fours thinking about what was to come. This didn't seem TOO bad. And I've accepted my inferiority so I thought I was ready.
"Daisy, you're going to be so excited girl. I just spoke to my friend Henry. He's going to bring Biggie over tomorrow for a little doggie play date. How cool is that?" Master said excitedly.
Fear gripped me as I recalled meeting that enormous great dane Biggie a few weeks back. He'll rip me to shreds. He'll rip my asshole to shreds! I started to feverishly bark my disapproval.
"Why Daisy, I didn't know you would be this excited. Henry was concerned you might be scared. Can't wait to tell him how excited you are."
And with that, Master walked away laughing as I pathetically tried to keep up with him barking my throat raw.
...at least, that is what I hope Master needs from me one day. :)
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