Driven by Craving

After He had worked for a while, He let her out to feed, exercise, piss and then feed again before allowing her to lie on a mat in the living room while He watched TV that evening. As she lay on the mat, she was so thrilled just to be near Him, she hoped that being allowed to be this close; that she would also be allowed to serve Him. He was so close; she wanted Him to use her, to fuck her so badly that she could feel herself getting wetter as she lay there watching Him watching TV. When He turned off the TV and got up, her heart soared thinking, "Now, finally He will use me, He will fuck me, i will be allowed to serve Him. When He walked past her, calling her to crawl to the door so that she could piss and shit before getting put in her cage for the night, she struggled not to groan in disappointment.

After crawling to her corner, He had her squat in begging position, using the leash to adjust her position before allowing her to try to piss and shit. After pissing, she struggled to shit, but she found that she couldn't, which surprised her. After being locked into the cage for the night, her mind raced with many thoughts, about the absence of paper from the cage that night, about when He would use her again, about how much she needed a bath and about the fact that her cunt, legs and arm pits were starting to itch like they did when she needed to shave. As she finally fell asleep, her thoughts had settled down to wondering how long would she be nothing more than a fuck animal to Him and wishing she could be more.

The next morning she awoke, with hopes that today, today would be different, that today she would be allowed to be more than a fuck animal, but her day went exactly like the day before, other than changing one thing. Now each time He let her out to piss and shit, she had to squat by the door until her position was correct. Each time He would correct her position with lashes from the leash. When she finally got it correct, He would let her out. Each time, she tried to shit, feeling the need to do so, but each time, she couldn't. In the morning after pissing, she was allowed to feed before chasing down two buckets of balls. After feeding again, she was put back in the cage to rest until the afternoon feeding after which she was exercised again. When she was exercised, her muscles were shaking by the time she was done, her body was covered with sweat, and each time she was more aware of her need for a bath.

After the afternoon exercise session, she was allowed to feed once more before being allowed to lie at His feet near the dining room table as He ate. As He pushed His plate back, He called her over to Him. Immediately she thought, "now, finally, He will use me, i will get to serve Him." Instead He said, "Although I don't want My fuck animal regularly begging for table scraps, but because it still needs to learn beg position better, it is now going to beg for My leftover scraps. Beg pretty now and maybe Master will have a special treat for it." Quickly scrambling into beg position, He once again had to correct her, but this time with a wooden spoon that He had lying by His plate, using it on her thighs, her tits. Once she was in correct position, He fed her a scrap of food from His plate, and then told her to get down. As soon as she got down on all fours, He called out, "Beg, bitch," and she would scramble into beg position once more. Over and over He did this until she got into the correct position 10 times in a row. Reaching down He patted her on the head, saying "Good girl, now for your treat." As His hand moved, she hoped she would be allowed to suck His cock, to give Him pleasure, to serve Him, but instead He placed His plate on the floor for her to lick clean.

After another evening of lying in the living room while He watched TV, she was again let out for her last feeding and her last chance to piss and shit for the night and again she couldn't shit. As she lay in the cage trying to sleep for the night, with the itching of growing hair and the throbbing need of her cunt to be used both driving her crazy, she again wondered how long her time as nothing more than a fuck animal would last, how she could earn a place as something more. In the morning, when He let her out to piss and shit again, her stomach was cramping with the pressure to shit, but the inability to do so. After her morning feeding of dog cum, prior to eating the bit of dried dog food in her bowl, not only did He cover the dog food with His cum, but He also opened some capsule and poured the contents over the food as well.

After her morning exercise, which she was surprised to notice was getting easier, as she lay in the cage; she noticed more cramping in her lower bowels and a growing need to shit. Curled up in a ball, holding her stomach with her paws, moaning, she hoped that He would come soon to let her out to shit, as the need to do so grew with each passing minute. When He let her out, she crawled as quickly as possible to the back door, struggled into beg position by the door and fell from position as another cramp shot through her. As she struggled back into position, she was crying with the thought of the punishment falling out of position was going to cost her, but instead, He calmly told her to crawl out as soon as she got back into position.

Crawling quickly to her corner, squatting down once more, biting her lip in an effort to keep from shitting until she had permission, she waited for Him to allow her to shit. Moaning when she was finally allowed to shit, feeling instant relieve from the cramping and the pressure, she shook her ass when she was finished as He had trained her to do. Then she crawled over until she was right in front of Him, and got into position for His inspection. Shortly after getting into inspection position, she could feel His hands spreading her ass, smearing the remaining shit all over her upturned ass. As she knelt there, she felt His cum splattering on her ass and back, and then heard Him command her to get into mount position. Minutes after getting into mount position, the first of the dogs starting fucking her, filling her with its cum. When all of the dogs had finished using her cunt, she was told to crawl back inside for some water and rest before her afternoon exercise session.

The afternoon passed the way the previous ones had, exercise, feeding, pissing, lying at His feet during dinner, begging for a few table scraps, then lying in the living room while He watched TV before being let out for the night. The next day after her afternoon exercise session, He gave her a quick bath outside in the hose before dinner, but other than that it was the same as the day before.

Eventually a pattern was emerging, when she could shit, she was fucked by the dogs and got to wear His cum on her, every few days, she would be bathed outside, but otherwise each day was the same. As the days passed, the itching stopped as her hair grew, the exercising grew easier, her weight was dropping, but her desire to be used by Him, to be fucked by Him, to really serve Him grew. Each day she battled with wanting to speak to Him to ask Him is this all, is this all You want from me, will i never get to feel Your cock in my cunt again, will i never get to serve You again. Each night as she lay in the cage, she started to ask herself, why she was doing this, as this was not at all what she had expected, not at all what she thought that her life with Him was going to be like, until she didn't know if she could stand another day like this.

The next day, during her morning feeding, prior to her morning exercises, her former boss from work arrived, just as she was getting into position to suck the first dog's cock. Upon seeing her former boss, standing near her, watching her prepare to suck her breakfast from a dog's cock, she wished she could have melted into the floor. As she went from dog to dog, sucking each one's cock for the allotted number of times, she could hear her former boss and her Master discussing her actions like she wasn't there. As They talked, she could hear how aroused her actions made her former boss and also how aroused her Master was not only by what she was doing, but also by her old boss's reaction to what she was doing.

All at once it seemed to hit her, that she was serving Him, that He had her doing what was giving Him pleasure and even though it was not what she thought her life was going to be like, it wasn't her place to decide that any more. All of her, her actions and her inactions had been given to Him, and nothing was hers anymore. It wasn't her cunt that was filled with dog's cum when she could shit; it was His, and if He wanted to be filled with dog's cum and not His cum, that was His decision to make. It wasn't her place to decide when and how she served Him, that was His and the guilt of being disappointed in His choices hit her like a ton of bricks. After finishing eating, and being called to His side, she tried to let Him know how sorry she was for her previous disappointment and how glad she was to be allowed to serve Him in the way that gave Him pleasure. The rest of the day, she put as much joy and excitement into everything He asked her to do as she could, realizing how much she was serving Him and how much pleasure He was getting out of the actions that He had her doing. As she lay down to sleep that night, all she could think was how she was going to be the best fuck animal He ever had and how happy she was to be allowed to be His fuck animal at all. It no longer mattered how long she remained nothing more than a fuck animal as long as she knew He was happy with her.