The Titchester Chronicles – Sammie (2) by Raazor

Dog’s LifeEvents moved quickly once Sammie chose her path. Matt kitted Sammie out in some spare accessories and she spent that first evening reading ‘The Basics of Life as a Dog’.

Her hair was chopped and Rosie kindly tied in yellow ribbons so she made ‘just the most pretty Dog’. She followed Dog/Yvonne’s lead and rolled over submissively as Duke and Henry sniffed and licked her, enjoying the feel of their long tongues in her pussy, her sex scent triggering their training.

Duke mounted Sammie with Bianca looking on and Matt encouraging the male dog. She heard Matt explain this was as much about establishing dominance than sex, but for Sammie, the sex and submission were gloriously entwined.

The sexual pleasure Sammie derived from this act, the joining and the intensity of orgasm as Duke sealed her pussy and sprayed his seed into her, made everything else in her old life seem monochromatic and flat.

Bianca moved into Sammie’s house and took the main bedroom while overseeing the conversion of the second bedroom into a Dog den, where a large dog bed took pride of place. The dining room, which backed onto the garden via large French windows, also became a rest and play area for Sammie.

Sammie found that life as a Dog required discipline and a regimented schedule. From the hours 7:30 am to 5:30 pm, she was Sammie. Nose ring only. It signified her status and her predilection. When just wearing the nose ring she was Sammie but expected to defer to Bianca. She walked and talked and acted normally, could even, respectfully, disagree with her new Mistress, but the final word was Bianca’s.

Between 5:30 pm to 9:30 pm, she was collared. Sammie could act and dress normally, but she could not speak. Bianca’s word was law, her commands to be obeyed. Disobedience meant punishment. In private a collared Dog was expected to be on all fours unless tasks and circumstances dictated otherwise.

Finally, between 9:30 pm to 7:30 am, she was collared and leashed. Sammie was Dog. She remained on all fours irrespective of circumstances or company. 7:30 am to 5:30 pm the cycle began again.

When her ‘paws’ were fitted, and she was properly dressed in her new coat, Sammie was eligible for mating. It formally showed Dog was in season. Although Dog’s being Dog’s, when the master was away, very often, Dog’s will play.

There were variations to this schedule as decided by Bianca and more subtly by Sammie herself. The schedule was a framework, an automatic rote that one fell into without thinking, but left ample room for spontaneity and playfulness.

Work at Domination Inc became unfulfilling and then impossible. Clients viewed the nose ring as a symbol of ownership by Bianca, and the power dynamic inevitably shifted. Some even realised its actual significance and sub-consciously treated her as they would a pet.

Rachel took one look and said: “Hah! I knew this was coming! You’re her bitch now.” Which was truer than Rachel realised.

Sammie loved her new life, an entire sub-culture she had been blissfully unaware of was welcoming and supportive. She loved shopping and lunching with the other Dogs, and she loved the public walks with them through private woods or on the farm. She adapted to sniffing and licking Dogs and dogs in greeting, treasured the occasional matings out of sight of their owners and adored the spectacle of the shows and events.

The shows were a particular highlight. Sammie won second in group at her first show and an honourable mention in the final, Bianca worked on her grooming skills and became quite keen on showing Sammie. Both were delighted when Sammie took best in show at her third attempt.

Then there were the breeding events. As a new, young attractive Dog, Sammie was in demand and Bianca charged a high price for showpiece matings. Fans, pet owners and breeders flocked to see her perform, and clips of her couplings were popular in the community and beyond.

Sex for Sammie was now exclusively a canine affair. The sight of seeing herself on-screen at events getting fucked by Alsatians, Dobermans and Labradors became routine, although seeing her own face during orgasm did shock her. There was a dulled, almost drugged look in her eyes, her face slacked jawed and drooling.

During Sammie hours she brought this up with Bianca. Her sense of ‘being Sammie’ vanished during mating, and she was honest enough to be concerned, Bianca absently stroked her as they talked

“I think you’re lucky in many ways. To achieve that intensity of pleasure must be thrilling,” said Bianca. “What do the French call orgasm? ‘The little death’? Well, that’s you. Sammie ‘dies’ during mating. All that is left is Dog. Talking of orgasm,” Bianca spread her legs and guided Sammie to her pussy. Sammie obediently bent to lap her Mistress’s scent and pleasure her with her tongue. This wasn’t sex for Sammie. This was about pleasing and bonding with her owner.

Sammie was counting down the days until they could take delivery of Archie. Archie was a Bone-mouth, the first breed Sammie had mated with, and she couldn’t wait to share her new life and bed with him.

Archie had the heavy, solidness Sammie favoured. Dave had overseen his training and Sammie regularly mated with Archie as part of that training. Bianca also established herself as ‘pack leader’ with Archie.

“I think by next weekend Archie will be good and ready for you to take home,” Dave said to Bianca. Archie was play wrestling Sammie to the ground and then resting on her.

“Sounds good. Dog will want to mate before we leave.”

“Give the command then,” said Dave

Bianca whistled and then gave the hand signal. Archie was up looking at them. Sammie, tongue out, raised herself pointing her rear at Archie. He sniffed her arousal that the play fighting had triggered and licked her.

“Archie is strong and virile, they make an excellent pairing,” observed Dave.

Archie growled and gave Sammie a little nip as he mounted her. His huge red cock extending towards Sammie’s eager pussy. She reached behind to help steady him, sighing softly and then uttering a series of tiny yips as Archie entered her.

This was the moment Sammie craved. The comforting heaviness pinning her down, the sensation of Archie pushing his way inside her, the exquisite anticipation of whether he would seal the mating, the pounding her pussy absorbed as he built toward the joining. She arched back trying to rest her head alongside Archie. To kiss him, feel his wet tongue on her face.

“You have a damn fine Dog there, Bianca,” said Dave in admiration. “Great to see it completely immerse itself in the lifestyle and embrace the culture.” He paused. “Archie’s knotted with her.”

Bianca guessed as much from the low drumming howl Sammie emitted. It was an almost inhuman sound that she made when she joined. Sammie was in her special zone, transported there by the jets of dog seed pumping into her Dog cunt.

Archie, still joined, half-turned and waited patiently. Bianca came up, patted him and slipped him a treat. She did the same for Sammie. Fascinated, Bianca could see the immense knot distending Sammie’s pussy and not for the first time, wondered how it felt.

Sammie turned her head dreamily and gave Bianca a loving woof. Her insides were luxuriating in the semen Archie was still spurting into her. She licked Bianca’s hand and waited for her mate to finish.

“Good Dog” said Bianca patting Sammie on the head.

As with any major life changing decision, there were negatives. Dogs were not permitted long hair, and Sammie had been sad to say goodbye to her crowning glory. Her mother, however, was livid.

“What on earth were you thinking Sammie?” Sandra Beechum said again whilst looking daggers at Bianca as if it was all her fault.

“I felt it was time for a change, mum,” replied Sammie for the fourth time. “Another cup of tea?”

Tea was not cutting it for Sandra. “Oh, like that ridiculous nose ring? What next. Facial tattoos? And this is funny, is it?” Sandra turned on Bianca, who had smiled at Sandra’s tirade.

“Leave Bianca out of this,” snapped Sammie with some heat. “It’s a lifestyle choice and one I made freely.”

“Lifestyle choice? A choice you only made when you met her,” again the accusing stare at Bianca who felt it best she make her excuses.

“I’ll see if Archie is okay,” said Bianca and left the room.

“This has nothing to do with Bianca. You just don’t understand,” said Sammie.

“Oh, I understand. You’re her lesbian sex slave or something,” glared Sandra and then stopped as she saw Sammie was crying “I’m sorry darling. I’m just upset, here,” she dabbed Sammie’s eyes with a tissue. “Look just tell me. We’ve always been straight with each other.”

Sniffing, Sammie took the tissue. “I’m not Bianca’s lesbian sex slave,” she half-smiled, thinking it would be easier if she was. “I’m just exploring myself, who I am, what I want to be and,” she took a deep breath, “I’m happy. Really happy.”

Calming down, Sandra put her hand over her daughter’s and squeezed it. “Then I’m happy too,” she said, “I’ve always trusted you as does your father.”

“Thanks, mum,” and one day I will tell you everything, she said to herself. “How is daddy?”

“Oh, still down at the cottage, finding his inspiration. You should go see him.” Sammie’s father was an ex-hedge fund manager who retired to paint watercolour landscapes and spent most of his time down at their country cottage.

“You should have told her,” Bianca said as she collared and leashed a naked Sammie after Sandra left. Sammie found comfort and solace in her Dog alter ego, and she crawled off to the dining room. Curling up with Archie, she was grateful for his pleasure at seeing her. They licked each other and Sammie gave a contented woof.