The queue into the fetish club was long. Master had been waiting there for ages with dog by His side on the floor. The leather and BDSM events were wildly popular at Folsom and there were many in full rubber and leather standing in line. Dog was getting restless. Master had to pull him back from getting into mischief with other dogs waiting. He was now sitting on the floor moving dead leaves into a pile onto of Master’s boot.
Master pulled out the treat bag, picked out a chocolate dog biscuit and held it in front of dog who was more interested in the leaning tower of leaves.
“Dog… biscuit..”..
Dog looked up and quickly got onto its knees. The tower of leaves toppled off Master’s boot as dog started to wat its butt plug tail. Master asked dog for a paw and dog eagerly responded.
“Good.. now the other one”
Dog quickly switched paws. Master then put the treat on dog’s muzzle
“Wait, dog”. Dog slowly put his paw back on the group and balanced his biscuit.
The rubber master in front with his gimp was watching intently at dog. “Your dog is well trained” he said to Master.
“Usually he is. Last year we got barred from a bar in Antwerp when he dived behind the bar and sent bar staff, drinks and ice cubes everywhere. Cost me a lot of euros to bail him out.”
“my gimp has its moments” said the rubber master.
“It slipped my lead and wandered off last night. So many other gimps around couldn’t find it. Used the remote electro to track it down by wandering around clicking the button repeatedly. Heard the yelp and the crash in the corner. It has decided to become a urinal. It got a proper wallop that night”.
The queue moved forwards and the rubber master kicked the gimp forward. Master moved forwards but left dog waiting.
“Go on boy”.
Dog flipped the biscuit up in the air and caught it in his mitted paws then stuff it in his hood and munched on it then shuffled next to master.
“So how long have you had your gimp then?” said master to the rubber master.
“About 9 years now. It was owned by my ex-boyfriend. when we split I took it as I was the only one playing with it. What about you? how long have you had the dog for?”
“Only a 6 months. I got him in a trade for my gimp who is in France now. Will get gimp back in about 6 months. Will keep this dog for a while longer. He is good. been very pleased with him”
The queue moved forwards again. Dog tapped Masters book and signalled with a cocked leg that he wanted a pee. “Yes dog so do i”.
“If you want to you gimp he is always ready to be a urinal” said the rubber master..
“ooh yeah if that is ok?” siad master.
The rubber master pulled his gimp against the wall of the building and told it to open its mouth. Master pulled his zip down, got his semi errect cock out and aimed for gimps mouth. A long hot stream of strong piss flowed into gimps mouth. Its eyes widened as the stream overwhelmed its ability to swallow. It was being covered as it couldn’t keep up. Steam was rising about them and people in the queue started to look round at what was happening intruigied.
Master finished his piss and zipped up. Dog tapped Master on the leg again gesturing that he wanted to pee.
“You need a pee too?”. Dog nodded. “Is it alright of my dog pees on you gimp?”
The rubber master smiled and nodded. He directed gimp to lay on its back with its hooded cock sucker hood facing dog. Dog shuffled forwards on its knees until gimp’s head was under it and positioned its caged cock directly about gimps mouth.
Dog let rip with is piss. His aim was not great, gimp just got covered with hot strong piss again. The floor around gimp was soaked and dog started to wag its tail which made his piss stream wander around. Dog was really not a good aim. Master put His leather hand on dog’s head while he chatted with the Rubber Master.
Master found out that the rubber master was married to the gimp and it had been in chastity for 2 years without release. gimp was caged in an electro cage with a built-in catheter. the rubber master produced the transmitter and demonstrated it while dog was pissing on the gimp. gimp jerked and bounced.
“It can be hooked up to a mobile device and i can zip gimp from anywhere in the world..” said the rubber master.
“Now that is useful” said master. “What is the brand”? the rubber master gave the device to master and he took a photo of the back of it. “
"That would work on my gimp who is with my friend Marcus”. I’ll get a couple of those for dog and gimp.
The queue finally started to move and dog had finished peeing and had moved away from gimp. Master looked down to see a very happy gimp rubbing its head and licking the piss of its rubber coated hands.
The next day Master had a video call with Marcus and discussed the remove cage with Him. They agreed that Master’s gimp would be fitted with a new remote cage and they would both have the app on their phone. Master ordered the device and got it sent to France.
A week later the device turned up and Marcus got gimp to change its old cage out with the new one and reported to Master that it was fitted. They had another video call together and marcus pointed the video phone at gimp so Master could see gimp. Master pressed the app button and a second later gimp jerked. It rubbed its cage from the pain. Marcus shouted at gimp to not touch its cage. Master pressed the button again and gimp jerked.
“This works really well doesn’t it?” said Marcus
“Yes,” said Master “pretty good response times”
“I’ll fit one to my dog too. would be good to get them them both at the same time!” said Marcus.
“How has gimp been?” said Master..
“Pretty good really. I know it misses you, but it has been very busy keeping the house clean and taking it out shopping and to the clubs. It has also done well cleaning all the boots.”
Dog came into the kitchen where Master was talking to Marcus on the phone. He laid down beside Master listening.
“Right I’m off to the gym now” said master to Marcus. The call ended and Master put his phone down and went upstairs. Dog sat up and used its mits to pull the phone off the table onto the floor. It licked its mits and swiped the phone. It was still unlocked and on the remote electro app.
Dog paused looked up to see if Master was there and then repeated pressed the app button until it heard Master coming down the stairs. It quickly picked up the phone with two mitts and tossed it onto the table. Seconds later Marcus called the phone as Master came into the kitchen. Master answered it.
“Your gimp is currently crying in pain rolling around on the floor. You been zapping it?”
“No, I’ve been upstairs?” Master looked round at Dog who was looking the other way. He looked back at the phone and could see dog slobber on the screen. “
"Ah wait. Dog must have got the phone. Ill deal with him”
Dog could hear Marcus laugh at the other end of the phone. Mater cancelled the call and turned round to dog.
Master was angry.. “You. upstairs in the playroom. Now.” shouted Master.
Dog cowered and belted upstairs. Master followed.
When they got in the play room dog ran into the corner of the room and waited. Master came in and closed the door with a bang.
“Lay on the floor face down, dog” said master.
Dog didn’t move. Master walked over to dog, grabbed its collar and forced dog down. He grabbed a large black leather belt hanging form the wall and put his boot on the back of dogs neck to stop dog from moving. Dog heard the whoosh of the belt and the thwack. Instant pain across its back. He howled through his muzzle. Master repeated the process aiming for the red whelts on dogs back and arse. Dog wriggled around but he could not move.
Dog started to whimper. This simply made Master belt harder and all over dogs back. He howled even harder with pain.
Master pulled his boot off dogs’ neck and reached down and grabbed dogs’ collar and pulled him off the floor and pushed him back into the corner.
“You touch my phone again, dog and I’ll put you in the dog cage for a full week.”
Dog cowered and whimpered tears streaming down his eyes. Dog started to pee a little in the corner on the mat.
Master walked out of the room and slammed the door. Dog heard the door being locked.
Dog was in the play room for about 30 minutes in the corner rubbing its bruises when the door unlocked and opened. Master stood there in full leather Dainese suit, crash helmet and boots with a rubber sheath over HIs cock. He was holding the spiked collar that Master used to train Dog. Dog cowered even more.
Master walked over to dog and grabbed dogs chain collar and pulled dog into the middle of the room. The spiked collar was wrapped around dog’s neck and padlocked on. Master attached the lead to the spiked collar and pulled dog down to the floor. All dog could do was comply as the pain from the spikes was excruciating. Master put his motocross boot on top of the lead on the floor and this prevented dog from sitting up.
Master leaned over and grabbed the rubber paddle and started to wallop dogs arse. Dog pulled at the lead but the spiked collar stopped it. Dog was writing around in pain from both its arse and its neck but Master kept up the paddling while holding onto His sheathed cock. Dog was crying on the floor in pain. Then suddenly it stopped. Master took his boot off the lead.
“Get on the sling, dog said master.
Dog slowly raised his head and looked up. Master kicked dog’s side. "On the sling dog!”
Dog got up and sat back in the sling and the bruises and pain as it sat back on the sling made it whimper. Master pulled dogs dog tail out quickly which mad dog jump and then attached caribenas to dogs’ mitts and slapped on ankle restraints.
Master grabbed the lube and slapped a load of it it into dogs open hole. He stepped forward and pushed his sheathed cock into dogs arse. Dog howled with pain. Master pummelled dogs hole for hours going quickly then slowly. As time went on dog quietened down a bit then Master groaned as he came into the sheath. Master pulled out and left the room leaving dog there whimpering still restrained on the sling.
Minutes later master came back in with a red tube. He took off his leather gloved and rubbed some cream on his hand. he then grabbed dog’s balls and rubbed the cream all over dogs balls. It felt cold but then suddenly dog’s balls were on fire. It was deep heat cream. Dog writhed in agony with the short term burning sensation. Master left the room and locked the door.
Story text by RedSkull.