A different regimen

After the day Master spoke to that powerful woman, I began to notice drastic changes in my day to day routine. I still worshipped Master the way I was supposed to and played around the apartment when she was gone. The toys were different though. They were no longer miniatures of animals or balls, they now looked like cocks. They were squeeky and fun. Master encouraged me to lick them, play with them and please them. She sometimes used them to poke my ass, it tickled so I liked it. She also added a new accessory to me. I now had to wear something that she called a butt-plug. It was strange at first, but the lube she squirted into my anus seemed to make it more pleasureable.

She also placed some air fresheners around the place, although they were only on when Master wasn't home. They didn't make the apartment smell like roses or vanilla, it was more of a musky smell. It was very similar to the cock of that woman who visited us. The smell made my dick leak, and my mind always became overloaded with lust. All I could do was play with the rubber cocks, lick them, sniff them and even rub them with my paws. It seemed to sate the lust for a few moments but it returned shortly after, forcing me to almost constantly play with the cock shaped toys.

I could also hear some strange sounds coming from the stereos. We had a surround sound system, so it could be heard in every room. I didn't really know what the sound was but it made me feel fuzzy and thoughts that weren't my own swirled around in my head.

When she arrived home, I was expected to kneel infront of the door, patiently waiting for her. As she entered I had my mouth gaped open with my tongue hanging out. She always greeted me with a treat, they tasted very much like the pills that I took daily. I loved the taste. Slightly salty with a hint of sweetness. I always responded to the recieving of a treat by waiting for her to lower her pants to allow me to strut behind her to worship her shapely ass. It always tasted to good. Then on continued the day, filled with worship and playtime. Sometimes her friends would come over, and they always brought their own pets for me to play with. Most of the pets tehy brought were either smooth, caged and tiny like me or large big cocked shemales. I heard among my Master and her friends that they were called Futas.

Even though we were all bitches, as we had been called by our Masters, I never seemed to be the same as the others. Sure we looked more or less alike and we shared the same predicament, but I was always the one following them. If they ever growled I lowered my head and raised my ass. I was always the first to sniff their bottoms, I fetched toys for them and sometimes even let them eat my food if they were hungry enough. I seemed to have developed the mannerisms of a true bottom bitch. I even took notice of the fact that I was the only one who wore a butt plug, it strangely didn't bother me too much though due to the fact that we were having too much fun. I liked being naive and oblivious to the world around me. Sometimes I'm so oblivious that I mistake the cocks of my pet friends for the rubber cocks that I play with, they don't complain though.

Over time this all became the norm. My behavior gradually continued to alter. Commands were drilled into my head and my place in the world became clearer and clearer, at the very bottom.