MIMI - IN TROUBLE AGAIN<br/><br/>I had been with these two men in this place only a few days. I had gone to sleep one evening in my usual cage at the The Club and next morning... I wasn't there! I was here! I had no idea where 'here' was though the smells and sights and sounds that came up to my small nose from the streets below told me I had not been moved far. I had been moved in my sleep, probably put to sleep by something in my food. ‘Here’ smelled like the same city, the same harbour, the same 'flavour' of people though exactly where I was and how far I was from the old place I could only guess. Not very far though... not far enough from that horrible, horrible Allain-Emelin. He was so cruel and so awful, taking such enjoyment from beating and torturing the dogs. I just hoped these two men, whose home I assumed I was in, didn't know him.<br/><br/><em>Torturing the dogs…</em>After such a short time I had begun to think of myself as a dog. I knew I wasn’t; not a proper dog, I was still a girl-student in a dog’s body, yet the way I had been treated and beaten and whipped and denied the big hard cocks my poor mind now craved… it was like being brainwashed. I thought now that I was a dog, or I mostly did…<br/><br/>And this home... well it was very beautiful, clean and modern and nice smelling. The men smelled good too, very,<em>very</em>good. So deliciously good. I could taste the virile masculine power oozing off them when I wasn't even in the same room. Testosterone… it smelled like bitch-puppy heaven! I gulped at the air as they went by with my mouth open and my tongue out just to enjoy that amazing nectar! Horny men… I do love them! They tasted so rich and musky on my tongue when I lolled it out to savour them. They were good to me in some ways and had energetically given me both their seed as soon as I was able to understand what was going on. I came out of a haze of strange sleep and dreams to find myself in the sun by a pool with blue sky and fresh sea breezes all around. I was alert and suspicious at once but the two strange men who were with me were eager and pleased, like two schoolboys. I still have not picked up this European speech they use, I am sure now it is French but with no-one to teach me I'm struggling to pick up any at all. However just from their tone I could tell they were eager to try me out and... I must confess, having been denied any pleasure for several days at the club I was aching for it, so terribly desperate that I didn't care. They tied my leash to a post and knelt me on a mat and then stripped... and took me. One each end! Oh it was absolute heaven! They were hard and thick and long and thrust into me so deeply and strongly! They went on for ages, and I reached my squealing whining peak more times than I could count. They gave me their seed in my sex and in my tight puppy bottom (still so painfully sore from what Allain-Emelin had done to me the day before) – yet I didn’t care about the hurt, I just needed cocks in me, hard as they would go. They splashed me down my throat and in my face and over my chest. I adored it! I had never had such loving treatment in the week I had been at that horrible other place.<br/><br/>I barked and yapped and panted and made begging gestures for more. If they thought I was a real dog, dumb and stupid they might mount me lots, over and over and life would be bearable. I had just been gang-raped, yet I was happy! That was the place my mind had reached.<br/><br/>Of course I did not speak, but kept silent and made only puppy barks and whines as the trainers told me to when I was not in the club. After both men had taken me, they got dressed and sat by the pool with drinks. I was told to 'sit' (I understood the gesture) and I took up the proper doggie pose with my back legs parted and my front paws by my knees and my back curved and my chest out - I was no longer ashamed to be naked among strangers and indeed, here I must not be. If I was afraid or embarrassed I must not show it since I had to act as a dumb dog.<br/><br/>The men lectured me. I think they told me their names and many other things but I understood so little and pretended to understand none of it. They got cross then and one took out a leather belt and beat me. I wailed and whined and then they used a different language - English - which I understood small amounts of. Eventually they made it clear that they knew I was intelligent and could understand them and speak. They ordered me to speak and after belting me more I did so in Japanese which is all I know and some few words of bad English. I felt awful speaking. I had hoped I could remain a dumb dog and enjoy a simple life of sex and food and sleeping and playing but these men seemed to understand all about that vile club and what went on there. I heard a name more than once ‘Monsieur Marc’ a name I had heard many times there and I knew he was a wicked and powerful man – a man to be feared.<br/><br/>Eventually they made me understand that they were my new owners. They led me to the shower stall by the pool and hosed their splashed seed off me and out of my body, washing out my belly and behind quickly and roughly – I was deeply ashamed at the dirt that came out of my behind and cowered in humiliation while they laughed. They dried me with a rough towel then took me inside up some steps. In the lounge was a cage much like the ones at that other place. Inside was a sleeping mat, food and water bowls and a tray of dried material I knew I was supposed to use as a toilet. I knew all these things now: I had been made to use the toilet in front of many people on ‘Club Nights’. People who laughed and pointed and jeered and clapped while I, a fine arts student in her last year at university was made to squat naked and evacuate my bowels for their entertainment… Yes, I recognized with dread that box of grey material.<br/><br/>In the utility room beside the kitchen was a big open plastic box and the men showed me the contents.<br/><br/><strong><em>“Mimi. Toys. Your toys. Bring to us and ask to fuck yourself on them.”</em></strong>I cowered in shame as if I would ever do such a thing.<br/><br/>I lasted two days. Just two days, that is all. On the third day with my every fibre craving sex I went to the box, picked out with my mouth a long fat pink silicon dildo with a sucker on the end and carried it to the men who were having dinner. I sat up, the toy in my jaws and raised my front legs to the ‘begging’ position and quietly waited while they ate. I already knew better than to whine or disturb them or even to thump my tail on the floor in a happy gesture. If I disturbed them they would beat me.<br/><br/>They finished dinner and one looked down at me and smiled,<strong><em>“Want to fuck yourself do you puppy? Are we not good enough for you?”</em></strong>I could see where this might be heading: a punishment. I dropped the toy and continued to beg – my back arched and my chest pushed brazenly out. It seemed every posture involved me pushing my breasts at them or spreading my sex, or parting my rear cheeks to expose my little bud but I did it anyway. I was beaten cruelly if I didn’t.<br/><br/><strong>“No Master,”</strong>I replied in my bad English,<strong> “Mimi did not wish to… to… be a trouble. Mimi wanted to let Master be busy. She will… she will…”</strong>My words trailed off.<br/><br/><strong><em>“She’ll what? Fuck herself? Is that what you want? To masturbate? Make yourself cum like a disgusting animal, an out-of-control bitch in heat?”</em></strong><br/><br/>I nodded, panting, my tongue out,<strong>“Yes, Master.”</strong><br/><br/><strong><em>“Say it then. Say ‘I’m a randy little bitch and I want to fuck myself.’ Say it!”</em></strong><br/><br/>I felt the heat of the shame spreading up my face.<strong>“I am… I’m… a randy… I’m a randy little bitch Master. I want to fuck myself on this toy. Please.”</strong><br/><br/><strong><em>“Good puppy!”</em></strong>he said with a smile, ruffling my hair,<strong><em>“Follow!”</em></strong>He went through the hallway and opened the front door. I picked up the pink object in my mouth and followed, curious. He went outside into the public hallway, took the dildo from my mouth, made me lick the suction base and with a<em>thwup!</em>he slapped it down on the polished wooden floor.<br/><br/><strong><em>“There. Mount it. And stay on it for an hour. If the other residents on this floor go by, you’re just a stupid bitch, understand. A dog who doesn’t talk.”</em></strong><br/><br/>Torn between needing this big fat plastic rod in my body so badly and being afraid of being seen I squatted over it, lifted my haunches and wiping my wetness over the end sank down… Oh, dear God! Such bliss! Such wonderful thickness and length! Such… oh! Oh God! I could not control myself. Within a few minutes I was riding that long fat stalk like an insane thing. I came within a couple of minutes yelping with deep pleasure. Master had said an hour…<br/><br/>So I did. Without any honour or decency I fucked myself on that toy for the full hour, squealing and shuddering each time I peaked. I peaked often, so many times, and hard too… and as the hour passed several of the other owners of the other penthouse apartments came home from work and seemed shocked to see me. I had only just arrived and I supposed they did not know my owners had a dog. I almost ignored them as I bounced up and down, happy and sweaty and panting and making a widening puddle of sticky muck in the middle of the hallway… while they watched and said how pretty my tits were and how much they bounced and joggled and how good the nipple rings looked as they flicked up and down. My Masters came out and talked to them. It seemed no-one else on this floor had a dog so I was a curiosity for the neighbours.<br/><br/><strong><em>“If you ever want to come in for drinks and to fuck her, just phone,”</em></strong>My owners said, and I, acting the dumb bitch went on bouncing while inside I cried.<br/><br/><div align="center">~ * * * ~</div><br/>That was three days ago. Yesterday both masters were out and I was left alone in the apartment. I was often shut in my cage but yesterday I was left out. I spent a while prowling around the place, being curious. The door to the terrace was closed so I could not go down by the pool. As usual I soon became needy. I went to my toy box but the lid was closed and locked. I had never known this before and I struggled to get in it but gave up. I tried sleeping but by late afternoon I was truly desperate, and unable to control the hot burning need between my legs I backed up on all fours against the corner of the sofa where the edge cloth is rough and rubbed myself against it. Oh heavens! So good! I closed my eyes and let out a deep puppy moan of pleasure as I ground my bitch parts against the wickedly rough material. I rested my forepaws on the floor and my head on my paws and with a loud squeal I came, panting and happy. I knelt there a while, just gently brushing my tender moist place against those heavenly bristles and before long I needed another. This one did not take me long either and within minutes I was howling again and bucking desperately against the furniture, humping with abandon as another strong puppy-cum took away all my cares and frustrations and worries.<br/><br/>Then I finished and curled back up in my cage and slept.<br/><br/><div align="center">~ * * * ~</div><br/>The next morning I was milked.<br/><br/>The milking stall was just a metal frame, shaped like an inverted ‘V’. I was put on all fours under the point of the ‘V’ and Master strapped my knees wide apart to the base of the two legs. From the top of the inverted ‘V’ a steel bar extended forwards above my back to a larger and higher inverted ‘V’. My head and shoulders projected through this so that Master could easily get at my breasts and mouth. However he took my front legs one at a time and twisted them up behind my back, clamping my paws to cuffs welded to the bar above my back, first one, then the other until I was hanging down from my bound together front legs, my new huge breasts, so much bigger and heavier (and more sensitive!) than before, hanging down all soft and exposed, the aching red-brown teats as big as the end of the last joint of my ring-finger.<br/><br/>This is how I was milked, usually by hand but sometimes with a hand held pump snugged over my nipple and tugging on it until my eyes rolled with pleasure. Despite that I was bound uncomfortably in the stall, I had already grown to enjoy milking time as the sucking motion of the pump on my nipples and breasts was almost enough to send me off into little mini-cums. Sometimes too, one of my Masters would mount me as the other milked me which I loved.<br/><br/>This day though Master brought a new machine. I had not seen it before and what I noticed about it was that there were four cups. The hand-held pump did one breast at a time but this one would do both at once. I had been in the milking shed at The Club several times and the pumps there were so fierce I had orgasmed just from having my breasts milked, the pumps of that machine were so furious! I looked on eagerly and enjoyed the tingling sensation and the warm ache in my nipples as he hand-expressed my milk into his drink. Then greasing the cups he attached them and switched the machine on.<br/><br/><strong>“Oh! Ohh…Uhhhn!”</strong>I put my head back and gave a happy moan as my breasts were dragged down into the vacuum in the cups, my teats being extended so much… then the<em>thunka-thunka-thunka</em>alternately as each cup let go the vacuum then applied another quite rapidly. I rolled my eyes and panted, happily wagging my tail from side to side.<br/><br/><strong>“Gao! Gao! Gahh!!”</strong>I barked with joy.<em>Mimi likes it!</em>I hung there in the warm sunshine from my bound wrists as the pump ran and I watched my warm white milk trickling down the clear tubes into the receiving tank.<br/><br/><em>Fuuuhhh-Tunk! Fuuuhh-Tunk! Fuuuhh-Tunk!</em>as my breasts swung and bounced I began to flick my hips, flicky-flicky, back and forth. My back legs were bound apart so I couldn’t rub my thighs together but this… my burning aching nippies getting fuuhh-tunked was good enough!<em>Oh yes, Mimi likes milking time!</em><br/><br/>Master went inside and left me to it.<strong>“Hnn-Gah!”</strong>I hoped it would be a long session and at some point during it, the sight of his bound and happy puppy would make Master want to mount her! I flicked my hips some more knowing that my bottom was pretty and my hairless bitch-sex with its creamy colour above the golden tan of my legs was attractive to him.