Tease Me Off (Volume 8)

By teez

Boe Boe is trapped in a private sex club and faces doom!

I never should have joined the "Puppy Club", and I know it's just a matter of time before I am simply castrated during one of my punishment sessions. Sure I could just call it quits any time, but loose my $50,000 deposit and risk public exposure. Although the money is in my gorgeous female owners name, she is legally contracted to never be able to spend it unless I quit the club without notice. She must also give it back after 2 years of my services as her dog! So if I ever want a clean break, I have to put up with each weekend of being her sexually frustrated and obedient puppy, securely locked in a dog costume.

In the club, wealthy masters would exclusively buy and train female puppy subs, while the mistresses of equal status only buy and train the males. When a new recruit puppy gets displayed, he/she is virtually auctioned to a new mistress or master. The money goes directly into supporting the needs and get-togethers of the club events. The training is the main kink and attraction behind joining the club. We are forced to act and function as a real pet dog for our owner. Beyond this simple concept is a brutal part of training that promotes puppy-breeding entertainment, induced by the frustrations and humiliations in acting out life as a dog! We are constantly worked on during training sessions to become aroused and excited for other club pups only. The flip side is the severe punishment sessions for showing arousal toward our master or mistress owner.

The dog suits are very impressive. Made of stiff breathable leather and an outer fur coating. You could not get into the suit completely without help, and once you were suited up, it was absolutely impossible to remove. The leggings of the suit prevent you from standing upright. The arms constrict any elbow bending, and the paw design hinders any real use of your hands. When finally outfitted, it is virtually seamless and locked on with tiny padlocks. The head covering of the suit gives you a "pug" like appearance, and allows full usage of your mouth. There is also a variety of different "rectally inserted" puppy tails. Each consisting of a tortuous dildo in varying sizes, topped with a fancy styled fur-tail extension piece. They're diabolically entertaining punishment used for discipline.

Female puppy training is often painful to the girl subs, but never permanently altering their bodies. A puppy-girl's main goal in training is to encourage a male club pup to mate with them on their master's command. The suit prevents the girls from accessing their own vaginas, or even a gratuitous nipple rub. They wear ingenious teasing devices that keep them incredibly horny for most of their degrading weekend. They are meticulously forced to practice humiliating male-stimulation activities, like licking the master's penis into an erection and keeping him indefinitely hard for hours without causing an ejaculation. An owner's ejaculation, or a bitch that loses control and breaks into a full blowjob is cruelly punished. Vaginal shocks, whippings, and a variety of creative torments from the master keeps the girls in line. This must cause a heightened need for sexual relief. They never quit the club, show very strong obedience, and are highly motivated (or desperately horny) on breeding day.

Male pups like myself is a whole different story. A mere erection in front of an owner, or her guests, is a seriously punished crime. These male-pup owners can be unbelievably cruel and inventive. They are completely dedicated to tricking us into erections for demented corrective action. They are all incredibly hot babes, which makes self-control even harder. We are constantly fondled for reactions and sometimes have to wear little devises labeled "Tease Me Off", that for the most part, tease the living shit out of you then castrate you (for real) if you're unfortunate enough to ejaculate. Some male subs in the club have become neutered victims to these machines. I've even heard that some of the female dog subs prefer castrated male pups. The concerns of birth control precautions are eliminated. I can only hope my ruthless mistress doesn't force it on me for interest's sake. Escaping my routine is pretty inevitable at this point. It isn't just the money holding me. There have been enough photos and videotapes taken during my training that could ruin my career. Any discussions on the subject of releasing me are paid-back during training sessions with cruelty. We have shocking devices in our dog suits that can immobilize you in seconds. It's impossible to step out of character, disobey, complain, revolt, or be spotted with an unauthorized erection, without feeling the wrath. Like it or not, you are at their mercy beyond just weekends, and subjected to an organ removal at their very whim.

In one such session, I was doing so well for most the day, but could tell my mistress was in "in the mood". I had just finished wetting my usual news papered spot on her kitchen floor when she turned the corner. She'll often change into a mini and heels when trying to provoke an erection. "C'mon Boe Boe, I have to run out to the store, and you can keep me company in the bathroom while I get ready." This was a common tactic to break my will. I am often forced to lay down at her feet while she finishes dressing for an evening out with another master. In the last six months she has learned all my fantasies and weaknesses. She knows the effects of her hot little outfits on me, and last three weeks without relief would help her seal my fate.

She positioned the bathroom rug right beside her feet. This queued me on where she expected me to lay, while she faced her mirror and began to do her make-up. I caught a whiff of her perfumed ankles and cringed when she put her feet together. She was wearing open toed high heeled pumps that pushed her ass up tight. From my floored position I could see right up the barely covering skirt. I watched her suppress the grins while she glanced down at my doggy-dick through the reflection of the mirror. I fought hard, but knew it was probably twitching. I could feel my foreskin begin a mild stretch.

Once satisfied with her appearance she turned to face me. "Boe Boe sit up!" Which I did while trying to hide my inevitable growth process. She then bent down towards me and deliberately squeezed out her visible cleavage with her inner arms. "Do I look pretty enough to go out in public little puppy?" If it wasn't for the zapper, I'd jump her, and do her right there on the bathroom floor, but instead I gave her my trained bright puppy eyes and heavy panting response. She smiled, kissed me on the nose, and lingered her breasts at my eye level while petting my head. "You're such a good puppy today!" That was enough to do it, and the panic in my eye was probably the give away. She backed up a bit to confirm success. There was no hiding my drooling woody at this point.

"OH BOE BOE, You naughty dog!…That is so disgusting, and you were doing so good today!" She stood up tall and pressed a little button on her wristwatch sending a shock to my suit collar. I knew to bow down immediately for my impending erection punishment. She had the wooden paddle stashed in the bathroom with confidence ahead of time. She positioned her feet in front of my bowed head, signaling my chance to beg for forgiveness. I began my doggy-whine chants and proceeded to tongue here pretty toes and feet. She was cleverly cruel to train me in this ritual. She knows it's a major turn-on for me. It always just makes me harder, giving her the advantage of a lengthened punishment to get my erection to subside. I was painfully stiff while she began the assault on my bottom.

"NAUGHTY DOG!" (Whack...whack…whack). She would stop every ten count to see to see if my doggy bone was limping. I knew it would be a long session while being forced to continue lapping her feet. "BAD LITTLE DOGGIE PENIS!" (Whack...whack…whack) as she approached the 30th swing and I began to soften up. By 50, she was finally satisfied with sleepy member dribbling on the floor. "Oh we're not done yet you bad dog" as she toted me by the collar into the living room. "I think a cute little tail is needed while I'm gone" and "little" didn't do justice for the giant ribbed monster, fur tail dildo she produced. I watched in horror, but didn't dare move while she dabbed a bit of Vaseline on the tip. She deliberately took her time to extend my anticipation. Slowly but firmly she forced the phallus into my puckered entrance. I could hear the clicks of the tiny locking hasps, as she locked it inside me via the costume. "I even put a fresh set of batteries in for my naughty little Boe Boe." She smirked, while flicking a switch on the dildo, sending it buzzing on high-speed inside me. My balls tingled, and I fought another hard-on. I stayed low to the floor while she scampered off to the bedroom.

She returned shortly and set a large electronic item down on the floor. She scuttled me over to it by the collar. "This will be for you some day, naughty boy. Unless you learn to control that little pup of yours, you'll get to know it intimately. This baby will clean you out and snip your little puppy buds clean off. So you better think about this while I'm out. Human females and Boe Boe erections mean castration." I didn't know what to make this new game. She then produced a smaller electronic box with a large hole and began to fit my balls into the hole. Once my nads were inside, she fitted some metal straps around me, presuming it was to secure the box onto me indefinitely. "Perfect fit! This is the cutter box that comes with it. I'll let you wear it, and think about your sexecutioner until I get back. You better be a good boy while I'm gone, and no more of those naughty erections or we might just try out that new machine TONIGHT."

She activated the house detention system as she headed out the door. If I try to leave the house or say something other than my pre-coded barking patterns, I would be kept immobile with shocks until the security system was deactivated. So I was stuck in dog mode until she returned. The buzzing tail was forcing a raging hard-on and I was getting so desperate for relief. I can't risk masturbating at home between sessions. Any visible evidence or traces end up as one hell of a torture session. So it's been a while for me lately. I wandered the house and tried to hump any item I could find. But they were all too painful and any visible soreness would surely get me punished. I finally had to eye this machine closer. It had a keypad, an LCD display, and very inviting hole in the front. I viewed the display which only read: ""TMO ENTERPRISES Model 9177 *Standby Mode*""

I figured what could it hurt to just try the feel. The dildo tail was still buzzing strong, and my cock was a perpetual torment and drooling mess. I had to see what the hole felt like, so I crawled in close and slipped my member inside. It was smooth yet ribbed, like the vagina I missed for so long. Then the damn thing scared me! There was an audio output on this thing, and in a chicks voice nonetheless. I had a pretty good idea on what it was telling me, and I knew this wasn't good!

""Milk Me Off auto-contact ACTIVATED…cutting device now ARMED…number of required deposits UNLIMITED…minimum sample size ANY…vaginal simulation type DOG-MEDIUM-SIZE…enter when ready…remaining time for required sample 19 minutes 37 seconds…there will be no further audio update…""

WTF! I'm in big trouble now. I looked down at the little box she put on me and there was now a little red light on. The LCD display on the big unit was counting down. The gravity of my situation still didn't really kick in over my horny state of mind. I slipped myself inside the hole again to savor the feel again. This time it gently clamped down around the base of my cock. Then it felt like my cock-tip was being petted by little fingers, while short erratic stroking and sucking was performed on my shaft. Between this action and vibrating dildo in my ass, I spewed in that machine like I never unloaded before. The thing must have felt me spewing. It changed patterns while I was cumming and clamped around my base even tighter. It stopped working me, but couldn't pull out of the machine. It then dawned on me. The machine said something about a DOG type vagina. It was locking onto me the way real dogs do. I male dogs head expands and he becomes stuck inside the female. This damn thing was simulating this by clamping onto my cock. What an unbelievable experience, I had actually just humped a simulated bitch!

This was no coincident! She knew how pent up I was and probably realized I'd try myself inside the damn thing while she was out. After a few minutes, the clamping released and I could slip out with ease. I looked at the LCD display and finally got the whole picture. I am in deep shit here, and could be castrated if she stays out too long.

""sample test VALID…sample size 15ML…cutting device RESET…time remaining for next required sample 17 minutes 22 seconds…""

What could I do? I waited as long as possible and let the damn thing do me two more times. Each time it would reset, but I noticed the sample size getting smaller each time. I don't how much more I can give, and if I don't give by the countdown I'm snipped. But then while letting it have me for the fourth time, I heard the front door finally open. She stood over me laughing her ass off, while I was crying real tears and doing my doggy whimper. "This is so priceless. I knew you would be a bad little doggy while I was out. Just couldn't resist could you?" I whimpered a plea of mercy to her. "Oh don't worry Boe Boe, I won't punish you for this. I'll let you continue punishing yourself. Here you go puppy! I know you just love to chew on my things when I'm not around, so you can have these while I go take a shower! And I want to see you still chewing on them when I come back. Remember! Only I have the code that shuts-down your new bitch machine!"

She reached under her skirt and slipped off her panties. After stuffing them crotch first in my mouth, she walked into the bathroom and closed the door. She must have been dripping wet all day. They taste so good and I don't think she is really going to have me castrated like this? It's got to be one of her typical cruel games, but then again, I do hear the water running in the bathroom shower… "OH SHIT!!!"

""…time remaining for next required sample 5 minutes 13 seconds…""

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