Like a dog - AS a dog...

You stand in a basement... A cool, clean, empty space - with blank walls and a black and white tiled floor. A quiet space: beneath an ordinary house in an ordinary street; a place to escape the world and all it’s fears and disappointments...

In a corner stands a large welded metal cage - it’s floor a wipe able rubber mat - a large padlock on it’s front. A locked space, a safe space - a place to be kept in, a place to be safe in.

In the center of this space, you stand: booted feet planted solidly, hands behind your back and your shoulders squared –head respectfully bowed, you stand and wait in respectful silence.

In the corner, silent and comfortable in a leather chair, sits a Man – one booted foot resting on the other; the shadows seem to cling to Him as He sits and watches you – obedient, patient, waiting for His commands.

Finally He speaks: ”So, you want to be a dog, boy?”

His voice stirs your fear and excitement, and you feel your trembling increase – you know He is enjoying watching you fight your urge to look up from the floor – meet this Man’s eyes… instead, in a shaky voice, you answer: ”Yes Boss – please SIR – I want to be your dog, SIR”

“Ah but boy: to be a dog – to be my dog – there will have to be some changes…!”

The Man gets up from His chair, quietly walks towards you – places a hand upon the back of your head; He gently strokes your neck – and you feel a wash of warmth and relaxation flow through you at His touch

“Do you think you can make those changes boy? Do you think you have what it takes to be my dog…?”

“SIR, yes SIR! Please SIR!” – you find yourself whispering – and the Boss smiles once again to see the urgency of your hunger.

“To become my pup you would need to be stripped and shaved – then your body encased in a glossy rubber coat - you will have your hands turned into paws, and your head transformed by a hood – you will be made to look as close to the real dog that you are – maybe even with a tail… do you think that you could cope with that boy?”
Once more, you know He is pleased to see you shudder – notes the hard curve of arousal in your jeans… then hears, so quietly, your urgent voice: ”Yes Sir – please….!”

The Boss strokes down onto your neck, rubs an ear:

”My pup will need to be trained in whatever manner I see fit –it will be hypnotized, brain-washed and reprogrammed – can you surrender to that boy? Will you devote yourself to becoming a real dog – my dog?…”

The stroking hand stops, cups your chin and tilts your face up - studies the slight tremble in your lip and the wet, downcast eyes...

“Can you embrace your own fantasies, pup, and live like a dog - as MY dog?”

Almost whispering now – you finally look up into His eyes – and know that your Master reads there all the hunger and need and surrender that He needed to see:

“Yes SIR, please SIR – make me your dog SIR!”

“OK pup – then lets begin…”

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It is hours later – the morning after, perhaps. Outside, beyond the cool white walls, the world moves on, unaware and uncaring…

In the corner, in the cage, curled up on a warm woollen blanket - a figure all in black. The dull light reflects off it’s glossy polished skin as the figure breathes - gentle and slow: here in the dark, in the warmth, the figure sleeps. And whilst it sleeps, the slow throbbing drone of a voice - quite, insistent, irresistible:

“You are a dog, a good obedient dog, a faithful obedient puppy, a good obedient dog... feel your rubber skin, see your rubber face and paws - see and feel and know: you are a rubber-dog - and obedient rubber-dog...

You are a dog, a good obedient dog, a faithful obedient puppy, a good obedient dog... good dog - you are a good boy... feel the rubber - be the rubber - let yourself go - forget - you are just a good rubber-dog now...

rubber-skin, rubber-paws, rubber-head, rubber-tail, rubber-sheath... all is rubber, you are rubber - a good rubber-dog... good dog - you are a good boy... only rubber now, only a dog now - Master’s puppy: so eager and proud and obedient: a good obedient dog, a faithful obedient puppy, a good obedient dog...
Master will come soon - give you your tail: you need a tail don’t you pup? - you love wagging your tail, don’t you! - your tail makes you complete - makes you more His pup... Master will bring your tail - make you His pup - His obedient rubber-pup - His faithful rubber-hound...

Master is coming soon - to milk you and make you His forever... You want that don’t you pup? feel the need: a good little pup, a horny rubber-doggie - Master’s horny rubber-dog...

All that wasted humanity, pent up in your balls - you feel it don’t you puppy? everything you were before, dissolved by the rubber and collecting there - in your sheathed cock - sweated out of you to leave only the dog, only the rubber-pup... Well, soon Master will come - give you your tail, and drain that nasty mess out of you - you want that, don’t you pup? Master to cum and milk His pup? to feel His gloved hand on your rubber as He gently milks all that humanity out of you... good dog - you are a good boy...

You want to be the perfect rubber-dog for your Master – so let Him milk you, pup: let Master milk you dry, let Master milk you into being His dog… Let the rubber in, let the dog become - give everything over to the rubber… Surrender and let Him own you, milk you, change you...

Milked of your humanity, drained of your identity - you don’t need it now: you’re a dog! a good obedient dog, a faithful obedient puppy, a good obedient dog... feel your rubber skin, see your rubber face and paws - see and feel and know: you are a rubber-dog - and obedient rubber-dog...

You are a dog, a good obedient dog, a faithful obedient puppy, a good obedient dog... good dog - you are a good boy... feel the rubber - be the rubber - let yourself go - forget - you are just a good rubber-dog now... rubber-skin, rubber-paws, rubber-head, rubber-tail, rubber-sheath... all is rubber, you are rubber - a good rubber-dog... good dog - you are a good boy...

Good dog – Master is coming to milk His dog - let Master milk you - let Master change you. Surrender and obey - obey your Master - be His dog - surrender and cum - cum and become: Master’s dog, only His dog; cumming like a good dog, cumming for your Master: milked and barking, humping His hand like a good little puppy... see the rubberdog that you are as He milks you - see and feel it, feel it and know it, know it and become it. This is what you are, this is what you like, this is what you need - this is who you are: a good obedient dog, a faithful obedient puppy, a good obedient dog - being milked for it’s Master, milked of it’s humanity.

Only room for puppy now, only space for rubber now - let everything else collect in the sheath - let Master milk it all out for you - every time, more and more - every cum, less and less of you, more and more of pup - only pup, good pup, rubber-dog - only rubber, only doggie - Master’s doggie - rubber-dog.... good dog - you are a good boy... only rubber now, only a dog now - Master’s puppy: so eager and proud and obedient: a good obedient dog, a faithful obedient puppy, a good obedient dog... Master will come soon...”


In the house up above: boots walk across a wooden floor and a key turns in the door.

The figure in the cage hears the sound: stirring in your sleep and doggy dreams - a small wordless whine escapes your lips. You raise a sleepy head and turn towards the sound. As the lights move across your shining skin it glints along your long muzzle and sharp pointed ears.

Boots creak on the wooden stairs - in an instant you are up on all fours, ears pricked, muzzle raised and sniffing the air expectantly. You almost dance on your paws as the boots finally step onto the tiled floor – and you look through the bars at the figure: His shining leather, boots and shaved head...

“Hello pup!” - the man reaches in through the bars, and rubs a glossy ear - with a happy yelp of pleasure you lean into the hand - pink tongue lolling from your muzzle as you give a long growling whine - a clear expression of pleasure and devotion...

“How’d my pup sleep then - eh? - hope the basement wasn’t too cold for it!” -

He gives His pup one last scratch, then unlocks the padlock. Inside you sit taller on your haunches, give a small excited bark.

“Ok pup - out!”

With the words, you trot forward out of the cage – your paws skitter on the tiles a little, but you catch yourself to stand proud on all fours – knowing the lights glint from your glossy rubbered sides.

You raise your head, look up at your Boss and give a deep happy bark - so deep you feel your chest and belly contract in the rubber as you push each bark from deep within yourself - expressing yourself in the only way you suddenly know how. And find that each bark arouses you even more – as you feel your glossy sheathed cock jump and thump against your rubbered belly.

“GOOD DOG!!!” - Your Master laughs and rubs your head, you feel His hand stroke down your back and pat your arse; His other hand rests on his own crotch - equally as aroused by your show of pure animal affection and pleasure...

You feel another bark well up from inside you – and as you do, feel your hunger build and your mind cloud – as if with each bark it becomes harder to think, easaier just to be…

Master smiles – cups your head in His hands: “It’s OK pup - let it go” He croons at his suddenly groggy dog “poor lil’ pup! it’s OK - good dog - let go to your Boss, let go to your Daddy...”

All the time - he strokes and pets your rubber skin - strokes you head, scratches your ears... He kneels down onto one knee, carefully moves his feet and legs to provide more support for your weight - With his touch you feel a shudder travel over your rubberskin and underlying muscle - another “WUFF!” escapes your groggy head; your bleary eyes struggle to focus up onto His face.

“Yes pup - your Boss sees you! That’s a good dog! - let go pup - let go to the feelings: let go to the pup you know you are”

Holding and stroking your doggie head, the Boss stares deep into your eyes - croons support and encouragement to His pup - looking for the surrender and acceptance that lets Him know this dog is ready...

“Yeah- my good lil’ pup - my fucked-up lil’ pet... let go pup - let go to the change... let ya Boss help you - let Him transform you - let him make you the rubber-dog that ya know you are...!”

With each word you feel your dog-cock starts to pulse and swell between your rubberised haunches – feel the tapering red head pushing further from the sheath that holds it to your belly. You feel as though all your pent-up fears and desires are collecting there – pooling in the rubber - waiting to be released so you can be free…

“Good dog!” the Boss encourages and croons - “yeah - that’s my horny lil’ pup!”

He licks a finger and circles it around the throbbing head of your cock...

Unnaturally bright eyes blink and stare from the rubberised muzzle that encases you - you gaze up into your Master’s eyes. Another bark bubbles up from inside your rubberised form... with it you feel yourself shake and it pull yourself up onto all fours: head raised high and back curved - like a dog on show - tail high and proud...

“GOOD BOY!!” The Boss strokes and pats His pet - the circling finger pushes into the sheath as your cock begins to drool precum... the other hand wraps around your heavy hanging balls and gives them a gentle tug...


Heady and horny, you give a deep “WUFF!” of appreciation and wag your arse harder – see your Master smile as He feels you fight the urge to hump his warm strong hand.

“Yeah - good dog! that’s it ain’t it pup? - your a good lil’ dog - MY dog!”

“WUUFFF!!!” - you lean your hooded head over into your Master’s side, poke your tongue out of the rubber hood and lick His hand - his wrist - his arm... feeling the rubber and the Boss’s words taking you over now - every word, every stroke taking you deeper into the dog you resembles and are now finally becoming.

“GOOD BOY! - yeah, my pup!”

The Boss looks over His rubber dog - releases your cock and pats your wagging arse... With His touch you realise that something feels wrong – you look up into His eyes and give a questioning bark...

“Ah! - my pup is missing something is it? Puppy needs a tail, eh?”

He reaches into a pocket and draws out a long piece of solid rubber: a smooth rounded egg at one end and a long thin tail attached…

At the sight, something seems to click inside – and you give a big “WUUUFF!!” that sends a wave of pleasure from your balls to your arse - eager to obey and please your Master; you wrap your body around his legs until you sit tight against his left side, head looking up and leaning into his hip.

“GOOD BOY!” He lets you draw in the scent of rubber on His hands for a moment, then:

“OK, Pup - present!”

At the command you are instantly on all fours – head up, back arched, butt raised high.

“GOOD BOY!” - Master reaches back and strokes the rubber of your arse.

“Such a nice arse - but it just ain’t a dog’s arse is it pup? - can’t have a pup without a tail to wag, eh...?”

He reaches into a pocket, pulls out a clear rubber glove - pulls it onto His hand; with the other He reaches down and probes the smooth rubber covering His dog’s glossy crack...lubed rubber fingers slip through the hole in the rubber and deep into you - with a muffled grunt and bark, you go still - pant and drool as you struggle to relax and open to the probing lubing fingers slowly, expertly fucking your hungry hole... You feel empty – hungry – you know you want your tail – need your tail...

“Good boy - you just relax: open up for Master...”

One circling finger still inside His pup, He picks up the rubber plug - lube shines off it as He brings it around to your now twitching hungry arse. Lubed and glistening, the plug is pressed up to your doggie arse...

“OK pup - here ya go - here’s ya tail...!”

With a firm slow push, the Boss squeezes the plug through the rubberised hole and into the yielding ring of muscle... As it stretches you pant harder lean into His side - hungrily drinking in Master’s smell and warmth and touch - drawing strength from Him to take this pain - to accept it and let it change it for Him...

With a final push, the plug slips in all the way - and you feel your tight hole squeeze shut around the tapered base...

Muzzle buried in your Master’s scent, you give a muffled grunt of confusion and satisfaction – look over one shoulder - and feel a startled bark escape at the sight of the foot-long tapering rubber tail that now pokes from your glossy arse...!

The rubber tail flexes and moves with your startled movement - and another, deeper grunt is forced from your throat as the vibration travels down the rubber and into the plug buried deep in your hole...

You twitch those muscles again - testing, exploring: with each twitch the whole length moves and “wags” just like a real dog’s tail...!

Watching, the Boss smiles:
“Yeah pup - that’s it - wag your tail fer your Boss like a real puppy!”

With His words you give a big WUUFF!!! - and a shake of your arse that sets the tail thrashing - as each vibration travels down the rubber and into the plug the movement seems to drive every thought from your head - and makes your cock bob and pulse in time.

“OK pup - NOW your my dog!”

With His words, you bark loudly - tail wagging hard and sheathed cock bouncing and dripping onto the tiled floor.

“Pup wanna see itself eh? pup want to see how it is Boss’s lil rubber dog...?”

The Boss snaps a lead onto the collar around your neck - leads His pup on all fours to the wall - where a floor length mirror fills your view - as you see the dog reflected there you tense for a moment - hold back and pull on the chain - and a deep primal growl rumbles up from your throat...

Master laughs - and gives your chain a quick tug
“C’mon pup - who’s this then, eh? Who’s the big black rubber dog?”


Curious, you sniff - and the reflected rubber muzzle twitches and moves - cautious eyes stare out of the glossy face - a deep questioning “wuff” escapes you as you almost touch noses with the glossy reflection in the mirror... you see the hooded head swing around as you look up at you Master where He stands behind you…

“Yeah pup - that’s you! - your a real doggy now – Master’s rubber doggie”

He crouches down onto one knee - drapes an arm around your back and meets your questioning eyes in the mirror.

“Go on pup - look - look deep. See - you *are* a dog - just like I told you. See look: you have a nice glossy rubber coat - a beautiful muzzle and attentive ears... my eager little pup’s true face at last”

Master continues to stare into His pup’s reflected eyes - and gently strokes your rubber head and back - hands and eyes confirming each word - each Truth... you stare deep into your own reflection – this new identity; stare deep into your Master’s eyes - accepting, confirming, surrendering to the Truth in His words with each touch...

“See pup - you *are* a dog - you have a muzzle, you have paws, you even have a tail...!”

The thick rubber thumps upon the floor, and you lean your glossy body into Master’s leg - though your eyes never leave His face, His eyes. Beneath the rubber, you see your reflected eyes shine as you feed on this new reflection - drinking in this new reality...

The Boss notices and deepens His voice - croons the Truths you need to hear:
“Yes pup - look at yourself pup - you are a rubberdog, aren’t you pup - you’re MY rubberdog pup. You must be a dog - just look at yourself pup - look and know it’s true - *feel* it pup. See - your rubber skin, your lovely paws, that beautiful alert doggy face - that thick glossy rubber tail... yeah pup – you are a dog now. You look like a dog, you’re on all fours like a dog - you've got a lovely big black tail just like a dog - fuck pup, you’ve even got my collar on - see, I told you pup - you are a dog - just a beautiful rubber pet for your Boss and Master!”

With each word, you feel your sheathed cock throb and your tail beats a slow rhythm against the floor – you feel your rubberised and transformed body lean harder into Master’s leg in surrender as the rubber, and the plug, and the hypnosis, and the moment are all conspiring - eroding the man you were even more - eating away at your concept of self - feeding into your own perversion and desires - eating into this fantasy and making it real - making *YOU* real: a real dog, here and now: a dog for You Master - a dog for you Boss; your humanity surrendered for a rubberskin and a collar - and the knowledge that you will be cared for, and free to love without question...

“Yes pup - my pup - my beautiful rubber doggie” you feel your Master stroke and fuss your rubber-hide - over your smooth and lubed rubber skin – His hands rub and probe and press and stroke - and under the touch and the words and the need the dog that you now are shudders with pleasure and hunger - a small whine escapes your rubberised jaws - and you lean your head over to gently lick your Master’s face, His nose, His neck...

“Good pup!” Master laughs - grabs your rubberised jowls and kisses the end of your rubber nose. From deep inside you comes a big bark of love and devotion – feel the humanity slip away from you as it is dissolved in the heat: the pup is so close now - so close to letting go forever - becoming the pup Masters wants you to be completely...

Master sees it too - smiles His smile - and strokes your head – you stare up into those eyes – see Him drinking in the surrender that He finds there...

“Almost there now pup” He quietly whispers...

He turns your head to face the mirror - watches as you look at your own reflection one last time - and sees what He needed to see - sees your sheathed cock stiffen one last time... With a grin, He reaches into a pocket, pulls out a tight rubber glove, lubes his palm...

“One last thing pup: to be a dog - a *real* dog - you gotta be milked; miked of your humanity so you cum like a dog... one last bit of cum to finish the programming, to seal you in - to make this real - to make you mine...”

He holds your gaze, locks onto it in the reflection - knows that you can see yourself now completely - see the rubber, see the hood and the paws and the tail - see the modifications He has made to you - but now you are so close, so almost fully His dog that you almost see that reflection as real – He sees you look at the rubberised hood and muzzle and think of yourself as this: as this hood, this skin, this dog...

His lubed palm reaches down - gently strokes the stiffening dog-cock that pushes from your sheath... with a grunt and whine, the dog you now are wags it’s tail, goes up onto all fours, raises it’s arse and gives it’s tail an involuntary wag…

With each lubed stroke you feel your mind melt further into the rubber – feel your thoughts dissolve - forget, submit, obey, surrender – give yourself over completely to the moment - to these feelings, to this need. Give yourself over to the animal inside you – to the hunger and need. Gives yourself over to becoming what you have always wanted to be: a dog, just a dog - a rubber dog for Master - a loved and cared for and obedient pet...

With each stroke you feel your humanity dissolve and pool in the rubber sheath – feel it build like a pressure inside you – feel your memories fade and your name dissolve – feel it drain from your mind and oose from your skin like the sweat and precum in your sheath – slick with everything you were and hungry for all that you are becoming…

Through glazed and shining eyes you stare into your canine reflection – and fall into Master’s eyes – as He gently strokes you with expert, lubed fingers - watches hungrily as He sees you dissolve into the rubber - into His dog...

“Good dog - you are a good boy... feel the rubber - be the rubber - let yourself go, dog - forget - you are just a good rubber-dog now... rubber-skin, rubber-paws, rubber-head, rubber-tail, rubber-sheath... all is rubber, you are rubber - a good rubber-dog... good dog - you are a good boy... ”

You see Him smile as he feels you start to helplessly hump His hand - involuntary, instinctive - knows you are close - close to letting go, to cumming, to surrendering - close to shooting out the last dregs of your humanity and becoming nothing but His dog - permanently bonded to Him - to this identity – His hypnosis and the rubber and the cum irrevocably rewriting your reality, your identity – as you both see the dog inside you grow - see it flood the shreds of your mind and finally take over completely...

“Good dog – that’s it: let Master milk you - let Master change you. Surrender and obey your Master - be a good dog now: surrender and cum - cum and become: Master’s dog, only His dog; cum like a good dog, cum for Master!

That’s a good dog: hump Master’s hand like a good little puppy... see the rubberdog that you are as He milks you - see and feel it, feel it and know it, know it and become it. This is what you are, this is what you like, this is what you need - this is who you are now: a good obedient dog, a faithful obedient puppy, a good obedient dog - milked for it’s Master, milked of it’s humanity.

That’s it dog: only room for puppy now, only space for rubber now - let everything else collect in the sheath - let Master milk it all out for you - every time, more and more - every cum, less and less of you, more and more of pup - only pup, good pup, rubber-dog - only rubber, only doggie - Master’s doggie - rubber-dog.... good dog - you are a good boy... only rubber now, only a dog now - Master’s puppy: so eager and proud and obedient: a good obedient dog, a faithful obedient puppy, a good obedient dog... Master will come soon...”

And you can’t help yourself – can you - puppy? The rubber, His voice - His warm hand so tight around your cock, the rubber so tight and strong and feeling so good – and the buzzing in your head and the tightness in your balls - and you need to cum now so badly, don’t you…?

And so you helplessly hump His hand – down on all fours like the dog that you are – and sob and whine as you feel yourself changing, transforming – accepting the programming: no longer a man, but a dog… And as you surrender you feel yourself pulse as with a huge deep bark and growl Master’s dog finally cums - shoots wads of dog-spunk over His hands, His jeans, His boots - humps His hand, tail thrashing, head and neck raised high.

Yes: you are His pup now - cumming like a dog - cumming *as* a dog - cumming for the first time, cumming for the last time; cums and surrenders and seals itself to it’s fate - becomes His forever. His dog, His pup - His pet...