As in, multiple days?

I woke up the next day happy to spend the whole day with Master. Last night had been incredibly but I was happy to stay home away from prying eyes. I rolled out of my doggy bed and desperately tried to climb onto Masters bed even though it was too tall and I wasn’t actually allowed on it anymore. I see her eyes fluttering open and begin to yip and bark with excitement.

Master stretches and gets out of bed, petting me gently before going to the bathroom. Which reminds me I need to do so as well. After Master takes care of her morning routine she then begins helping me with mine. She takes me to the bathroom to clean me. She strips me down and gives me the much needed opportunity to use the toilet, peeing outside isn’t so bad but… anyways. As she shampoos me with what I know is dog shampoo, she gets a call in the middle and has to step out. Must be a habit, it’s not like I would care if she talked with me in the room.

She comes back in, “Yesterday was so fun. And guess what Princess? That was the event sponsor, the same lady who owns the sex shop and she just called to say they were really interested in our story last night. They want to let us play with some of their experimental toys. I have to write them a review after, but we get to keep it. How cool is that! Of course, if we can’t give good feedback they probably won’t let us just keep taking free things. Still, new toys for my Princess sounds nice doesn’t it?”

I bark happily as Master begins to rinse me off. Once I am back fully in my puppy outfit, Master goes over to the sex shop to pick up some toys to test out. I could go as well, but technically the short walk over would count as public indecency if I was caught. Somehow with my puppy ears on it feels more annoying than the mortifying dread that the same scenario with me just being naked would conjure in my mind.

Master quickly returns and throws down a large cardboard box big enough for me to crawl inside. When she opens it though it’s actually pretty empty. First she pulls out a large chunky collar. “Well this is interesting. I can’t find the instructions but maybe it’s supposed to help you sound like a dog? It has what looks like a little speaker on it.” Deciding to figure it out with old fashion experimentation, Master swaps out my collar for this new device. She better not lose that, it was a very important gift from someone very special!

Master finds a switch on the collar and a little light turns on with a beep, but nothing else happens. “Huh. Well let’s see if it really does help with your barking. Princess, speak.”

I give a loud happy bark… and immediately yip in pain as electricity zaps my throat. They gave us a shock collar?! WHY?! After the initial shock I instinctively give a sad whine as I’ve been training to do when sad or hurt, only for another jolt to go through me.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry I’m so sorry I’m so sorry. Hold still baby, shush shh. Be quiet while I get the bad collar off you. Oh my goodness I’m so sorry Princess. Are you okay?” Master carefully inspects my neck for any signs of permanent injury, and visibly relaxes when she sees none. “Okay, no more toys without instruction manuals. Maybe they thought it was self explanatory but…” Master shakes her head. “Anyways, do you want to stop girl? I’d understand after that just happened.”

Master pulls me onto her lap and pampers me with scritches and head pats. Honestly the shock was more terrifying than anything because of how unexpected it was, but I’m not going to let on about that as I am loving the affection she is showering me with. But still, I don’t want her experience today to end with her accidentally electrocuting the mother of her child, no matter how mildly. So I timidly crawl from her lap and approach the box once more.

“You’re okay to try something else? Okay girl, if you’re sure.”

The next item she pulls out is a tiny box not much bigger than a bar of soaps packaging. Inside she finds a pair of earbuds and their dock. She spends some time reading the instructions this time. She doesn’t seem to find anything dangerous. In fact, Master is slowly smiling as she reads on. She pulls out her phone and pairs it to the ear buds, then seems to fiddle with some settings.

“Okay, come here Princess. Let’s find out what it’s like to hear through doggy ears.” What, was she saying they would give me super hearing? I guess that could be cool, but I think that basically just makes them hearing aids. Why is Master so interested?

She slips the ear buds in both my ears. After a second the background noises fade away. Noise cancellation? Cool, but rapidly becoming standard in many leading brands. Still not sure what’s so special here. I hear a snap and look at Master. She’s smiling, and now she opens her mouth to say, “chnfn dh jtbxnh.” … something. What was that? She opens her mouth again and more gibberish comes out. I’m scared for a moment before I remember that this is all in my head… my ears specifically. Master leans down and pulls out one ear bud. “See Princess? It says that it runs a filter whenever it detects a human voice that layers it into gibberish. The instructions say I can use the phone app to get it to recognize certain words and let them through, but only about a hundred. So basically, I can train you like you were a real puppy!”

This one, bothers me. I can see how it’s kind of a cool technology, but I got a little scared when I couldn’t understand Master. Then again, maybe it will deepen our bonds even more if I have to trust Master without her being able to explain things to me. My trust was a little bruised after the shock collar, but I did want to trust Master completely like a good puppy would.

Before I can even decide how I feel about this, Master puts the ear bud back in and starts playing with her phone. I hear her gibberish occasionally as I watch her. Then she stands up and tries to speak again “Princess!” Oh thank goodness. Most of what she says is still nonsense to me, but I feel so much better now that I can understand when she says my name. Master spends a good hour playing with the app. By the end she has many common commands and praises programmed in, and that makes a huge difference. Sure, when she gets beyond ‘good girl’ with the praising it’s all incomprehensible, but her tone still makes it easy to understand what she’s trying to convey.

Master finally gets tired of playing with the phone app. She puts her phone away and looks back inside the box… excuse me Master, I think you forgot something. I bump my nose into her shoulder to get her attention. “Princess, akfhfh dkhff gg.” Okay, so I guess I’m wearing the earbuds for a while.

The next device she pulls out… okay. That’s pretty straight forward. I’ve never even seen such a device in my entire life, not even in porn. But I have no doubt as to what it does. It likely was the largest item in the box. Master sets the base down on the floor next to a wall. Next she attaches a stick inside so it sticks straight up. Then she attaches a dildo into the end of the stick, and plugs the whole thing in. Voilà, a fucking machine. She then pulls out several metal bars… there’s more? Okay then. She builds some sort of scaffolding around the device and then, after consulting the instructions, pulls three pieces of cloth from the box. She then attaches those three cloths across the main bar, one in the middle above the fuck machine and one a foot to each side. Then she grabs some of our own pillows and throws them around the base of the machine. It was then I finally recognized the clothes as straps for an unlucky (or lucky) victim’s neck and wrists, holding them in place for the machine to do its job. It took almost twenty minutes, but when she was done she looked proud of her accomplishment.

Then she looked at me. “Princess, come jsjfhh girl!” I call animal cruelty! Sexy crimes are still crimes! I hesitate, unsure if I’m willing to subject myself to however long Master is planning to leave me strung up. She leans down and beckons me more enthusiastically. “Come trngjdj good girl, come yfhrhx pretty Princess!” I sigh, knowing I can’t possibly bring my self to disappoint my beautiful Master. I dutifully crawl to her side.

Sure enough mere minutes later I find my wrists are strapped to the bar behind my head, and my legs are pinned to the sides of the machine by plastic straps I hadn’t seen before. They felt cheap, not so much I thought I could break them tonight but it did feel like they would break after a short amount of repeated uses. My collar (my Princess collar) was also attached to the bar via the middle strap. It took a bit of doing, but finally Master managed to get the toy to roar to life.

It pushed up into me roughly, but managed to stop short of significant penetration before dropping down again. This was surprising given the size of the dildo attached. The range of motion just didn’t match what one would expect. That’s not to say it had no effect. Quite the opposite. Its rapid short pumps into my pussy quickly heated me up, and I whimpered pitifully with a rapidly growing need that I knew the inconsiderate machine was never going to bring to conclusion. I moaned needily and looked for Master to beg for her to help me to completion… and saw her taking meticulous notes. She kept glancing at me as I squirmed and writhed my body, trying to get the machine to go just that tiny bit deeper. No matter how much I struggled though I couldn’t find a position to do more than give me more sweet ****.

After what I guessed was fifteen minutes I was losing my mind. I whined, I whimpered, I yipped and barked. I put every last ounce of my need and love into my best puppy dog eyes and looked as endearingly as I could at Master. And she took notes. Master please please please make me cum!

Fifteen more minutes later and I’m not able to do much more than whimper with my tongue hanging out of my wide open mouth. Master stands up and undoes her pants, walking up to me and putting her cock just out of reach above my head. I can’t really think well and don’t bother even moving as I watch her hand come into view and begin rubbing her penis right in front of me. I vaguely remember Master isn’t supposed to masturbate, but dismiss the thought as silly. Master could do whatever she wants. She’s Master. I stare intently at the shaft as it’s pumped in a way that I find fascinating. I feel like I could watch it for hours, but Master quickly covers my face in cum. I don’t react, but I’m happy Master felt good. Next I hear some clicks, and realize Master has gone into photographer mode. Good for Master, I hope she likes how I look.

After Master finishes with pictures, she moves to adjust something. Is it my restraints? Are we done Master? … no? It’s the bar itself? Oh well. Good luck with whatever you’re doing Master.

Suddenly the bar jerks down and stops, as though it had a cotter pin or clip slip out to another notch. My whole body is suddenly an extra two inches lower, and the machine is rearranging my insides with expected machine precision. My head goes blank as I feel nothing but pleasant heat everywhere from my toes to my scalp. And then I’m out.