The moment had finally arrived, years of fantasy at long last to be transformed into reality. During these years various dominant Ladies had instilled their powers of control, each differing persona expanding the horizons of servitude ever farther. Admittedly thru it all certain aspects remained a common theme. Always there was regular tribute, gifting, humiliation, various degrees of degradation, worship, tease & denial, duties, tasks and slave labor. Not satisfied with the long intervals between in-person sessions, finding oneself filled with desire of constant submission, the need to be fully controlled... it all combined to render cyber servitude the most logical option. Such conveniently allowed for tasks and fulfillment of submission on a daily basis without interfering with the mundane tasks of the vanilla world with its stress and responsibilities.

Driving the winding roads of the Appalachian Mountains, taking in the autumn wonder of trees changing color to vibrant yellow, orange and red as leaves gently floated downward covering the forest floor, there had been ample time to think and contemplate. In less than ten minutes I would find myself arriving at the small hobby farm of Mistress Britannia Canes. Located in the Catskill's of Northern New York it would be the perfect setting to begin a new destiny. These past few months Her enticing beauty, intuitive insight and natural feminine powers of persuasion held me spellbound. No longer did I visit Her website to view Her divine photogenic beauty, no longer did I view the photos She allowed me privilege to. Locked in chastity and denied release for twenty-nine days it was no longer necessary to physically view Her amazing photogenic attributes as they were permanently etched in my minds eye. Her angelic facial features, blonde hair, curvaceous toned body, most fantastic shapely legs and thighs, perfectly arched feet and immaculately pedicured toes are mesmerizing and absolutely inspiring. Such vision while locked and in the secure acrylic confines of the CB3000 could prove most erotic but also so frustratingly painful, viewing photos of such a divinely feminine, sensuous, gorgeous and supreme Mistress ensured it to be even more so.

Turning onto the tree lined gravel lane way I was surprised how from the road the property was barely visible but quickly revealed itself to be open, quite large with a variety of large flower beds including a kidney shaped water garden complete with small trickling waterfall, perhaps four acres of lawn and another large pond on the far west corner of the property which appeared to be home to a dozen Ruen ducks and four majestic looking White Embden geese. The house was a mid sized 11/2 story log structure, facing southward complete with a large L-shape covered porch. Most of the front and all the west side was screened so as to afford privacy and the avoidance of bothersome mosquitoes. Behind the house was a red barn of wood clapboard type construction perhaps thirty-six feet by one hundred-twenty feet. The driveway was single lane, and in approaching the house noticed it widened and veered to the left in doing so, revealing ample parking for a number of vehicles.

Having parked as instructed, I opened the trunk then proceeded to empty my pockets of all monies, a partial package of Clorets gum, instructions and wallet containing identification and credit cards. These and the keys were placed inside the shoebox which already contained some personal papers. Next socks and shoes were removed and in placing them in the trunk, removed the cardboard shoebox containing my intimate personal information. Mistress was not in sight however standing in my suit, barefoot on the gravel, in such isolation with the only sound being that of birds singing... and in the distance the shrill agitated rapid chirping of a chipmunk; I could feel Her absolute power of control. Standing there holding the shoebox, knowing it would soon be willingly relinquished to my owner, had served as powerful psychological power exchange. At this moment Mistress Britannia had me acutely aware of my absolute total helplessness and desire to submit to Her authoritative control.

The scenic and relaxing drive had me in deep thought, the isolation of Her hobby farm and contents of the cardboard shoebox effectively further serving to enhance the transformation of my thoughts of fantasy into reality. Now in having high stepped gingerly across the gravel driveway, up the tree steps, onto the porch and kneeling at the front entrance I removed the cardboard cover, reached inside and removed the black leather collar. In fastening it snugly about my neck I realized how accurate was the inscription on the tag... "Property of Mistress Britannia" with opposite side inscribed "slave". Then the sound of the front door opening focused my attention.

Kneeling with head bowed I first noticed the black leather riding boots and for the briefest of moments found myself wishing they were stilettos, however such was soon forgotten as my eyes followed the curvature of the black leather from the tops and sides of Her divine feet, my eyes starting slowly upwards briefly pausing at the ankle area and contemplating this sudden urge to beg privilege to kiss and massage Her boots with my tongue and lips. They were so soft looking, immaculately clean and with a slight sheen. Sadly I realized they were not in need of a cleaning and from previous experience knew better than to be so foolishly bold and disrespectful in asking for a privilege so self serving. Indeed I remember the most severe of canings the last time my wants and desires ran rampant overriding sensibility and logic. Amazing how effective a rattan cane can be in enhancing ones memory. These thoughts were interrupted as my eyes became fixated upon the awesome curvature of Her calves. Oh no... could not help myself as one of my favorite fetishes was invoking uncontrollable desires. In the few moments it took to follow the luscious curvature beginning at the ankles and upward to the bottom of Her leather covered calf, I could feel my head actually moving in sync with my eyes as I followed the outline of the leather. It was as if I had a long pointer stick attached to the end of my nose and following the outline... straight upwards, then slightly to the right and continuing upwards...to the right... up, the right, up... ohhhhh pause, pause, pause... slowly, ever so slowly eyes and head with invisible pointer stick attached continued upwards and inward to the left, a much shorter journey as Her calf length boots now met with the stretch fabric of Her riding pants. It was too much for my lustful desires as that all too familiar feeling of painful, confined throbbing made its presence known. Thank goodness I was under lock and key, still with my pants on and able to keep this awareness to myself. In a erotic state my gaze continued upwards following the curvature of Her knees and absolutely the most fantastic shapely thighs... ohhhhh wonder upon wonder, such gorgeous shapely thighs and beautiful tight, round curvaceous ass as the stretch form fitting fabric revealed every curve, muscle and tendon movement. It was mesmerizing and I was in such pain as ol' bazooka was expanding, throbbing and in helpless vain attempt of bursting from the confines of the acrylic cage that was securely locked in place, complete with the points of intrigue. Against Her thigh was a black riding crop and although I saw it little attention was paid as my thoughts and interests were focused elsewhere.

Her voice snapped my deliciously lustful thoughts back to reality as my eyes quickly darted upwards, momentarily stopping at Her voluptuous breasts which where mostly covered by a loose fitting white blouse... well loose fitting in some areas, teasingly snug in others. The top few buttons were undone and as tempting as it was to linger and enjoy the tantalizing effect, I knew better. Awareness struck me as sound wafted between my ears "slave... head down, on the deck... are you hard of hearing!" Oh shit, it was obvious Mistress was repeating Herself and that was not a good first impression for me to commence with. In Her soft voice was an unmistakable tone of authority as Mistress instructed me to remain on all fours and follow Her. Inside we went, across the highly polished oak floor, down the hallway and into a room off to the right. Mistress instructed me to stand and gave specific instructions as to how She wanted me to undress and the routine for placing my clothes in a small cedar chest. Removing a charm from Her bracelet I noticed it was actually a bracelet of keys. She said "slave... here is the key to My chastity device and the key to the control of My property. When you have completed instructions, you are to unlock My property and remove the chastity device. DO NOT play with or otherwise touch my property... simply remove the cage and place it on the dresser, then kneel at attention in the middle of the room until Mistress returns. Do you comprehend these instructions slave!" Kneeling with head bowed I replied in the affirmative. "Excellent, now I must resume a very important phone conversation and shall return shortly", with that the door was closed and I could here the sound of Her boots gradually fade.

Enthusiastically I stripped down and placed my clothes in the chest exactly as instructed and with enthusiastic effort began the process of removing myself from the confines of the CB3000. Filled with eager anticipation, nervousness, heart pounding, bazooka throbbing, it took a few attempts to get the key into the lock. Indeed, for a moment I thought Mistress played a cruel joke in teasing me with a key not compatible with this lock. As the lock clicked its release I turned the body of it a quarter turn, pushing it free from the plastic CB locking pin and slowly removed the acrylic cage with a pulling and slight twisting motion. As I was in a semi rigid state it was a very snug fit and felt good in finding myself unsheathed at long last, to experience the sensation of the cool room air. It felt so good I found myself with irresistible urge to bounce the property of Mistress in the palm of my hand as I walked towards the dresser and placed the chastity device as instructed. As I returned to the center of the room to assume the kneeling position, I gazed down to notice poor ol' bazooka was temporarily deformed from his twenty-nine days of confinement. The recent attempt of erection outside a few moments previous did not help matters as Mistress' property had raised areas which represented where urge and desire had forced bazooka or at least small portions of which had protruded thru the slotted openings of the CB3000 as well as the gap between the cage and acrylic locking ring. Also he had some slight chaffing, a pronounced curve and distortion which I felt compelled to work out. It was embarrassing to see him in such condition knowing it would take only a few moments to have him back in prideful condition. A few bounces, a few tugs and ever so slight massaging quickly had me with a gorged, throbbing erection. Damn! So wrong to find myself in such situation yet it felt heavenly as I was reaching the point of delirious pleasure. Oh no, had to stop and gather some self control. Placing my hands to my side I was aware of a bouncing hard-on as my hips moved ever so slightly, a movement I seemed unable to control & that is until I heard the distinctive sound of boots quickly approaching. Panic set in as did fear and overwhelming confusion. The throbbing stopped but there was no way a proper flaccid state would be achieved in the required few seconds remaining. Had considered a few hard open handed slaps, however in taking pleasure from cock torture such might have unintended effect. Then I heard the sound of silence as boots stopped, the ever so slight sound of the door knob turning and the sound of my heart pounding, palms sweaty, face I am sure revealing the fear and embarrassment from my transgression.

The door swung inward and I heard Her voice. Expecting a loud voice, perhaps shrill with a definite tone of anger at greatly elevated decibels, I felt like shrinking to invisibility and scurrying out of sight when instead I heard a quiet, very low, slowly drawn out voice of controlled authority with long pauses between each word exclaiming "slave,... slave... what... ohhhhh... whaaaat... is... this... explain yourself!!!" As She stood there in all Her wondrous beauty with hands on Her hips, glaring down at me, head slowly moving side to side with what I swear was a ever so slight smile or was it a smirk or was it just my imagination as I pathetically stammered and stuttered like a helpless idiot. No need to answer as my guilt and confusion was cut short with Her comment "I certainly have a cure for this slave... this transgression of yours has ensured your fantasy and training is destined to become a greater reality than you could possibly ever visualize." Moving directly in front of me, Mistress instructed me to spread my knees apart. Expecting a kick in the groin I was surprised when instead She used the top of Her leather clad foot to massage and rub Her balls then proceeded to use the soul of Her boot to play with Her cock and pressing it up against my stomach, letting it fall and doing so repeatedly. It was unexpected and was making me so very horny as I realized She was cleverly purposely doing so in the process preparing and priming Her property to a enticed state of absolute helplessness. Soon I was breathing heavy and involuntarily moving my hips. At the same time Mistress Britannia was reminding me of my transgression of disobedience and disrespect. She would bend down, Her soft blonde hair caressing my chest and shoulders, Her captivating, intoxicating feminine scent placing me in a state of absolute hypnotic bliss as She softly whispered in my ear "you deserve correction slave, don't you... you deserve it and therefore you shall be blessed with it, but more importantly Mistress wants to hear Her slave and chattel to acknowledge it... to beg for it... acknowledge and beg my slave... beg for the privilege of discipline... beg Mistress for the corrective discipline you are obviously so in need of." Mistress was so diabolically clever as She demonstrated Her superior power of persuasion and control, demonstrating effectively I was Her puppet and would gleefully dance according to how She manipulated the strings.

Begging profusely for opportunity to redeem myself and to please Mistress, in having my eyes adjusts to the original dimness, I found myself for the first time taking notice of the implements in the room as I rose up. Hands raised upwards and spreading my feet as instructed, wrists were fastened into leather cuffs attached to spreader bar above me. Once again Her flowing hair, wonderfully intoxicating scent and photogenic beauty, propelled me to a subspace filled with intense desire of submission. Another spreader bar was retrieved from somewhere behind me and attached to my ankles. Mistress then rose and put in place a blindfold. I could hear Her walk behind me, opening the blinds fully allowing sunlight to flood the room and bathe my back in its gentle warmth. Next I felt a leather gloved hand squeezing my cock and balls. Also felt Her breathe on my ear sending awesome shivers throughout my body as She whispered "you do wish to suffer and redeem yourself... don't you slave", in hearing these words the massaging and squeezing became much more intense... delightfully painful actually. Then it stopped. Ahhhh! A swift stab of pain was felt as a result of the unexpected sting of a riding crop striking Mistress' cock. Mostly it was unexpected and although painful it was also exhilarating. The first strike was alternated by short rapid bursts to more forceful singular strikes. With sufficient ohhhhing and ahhhhing, twists and turns of the body to convey I was reaching a limit, it stopped as quickly as it began.

Arrrrgggghhh! A sharp stab of pain as leather boot connected with my ball sack, sending sharp stabbing pain to the lower abdomen. Doubling over as mid section of the body moved up and back. Suspended and with spreader bar in place there was not as much movement as I hoped for as blow after blow demonstrated this cock was not intended for my self gratification. Painfully aware of such, I could hear Mistress verbally reinforcing this reality. Tiring from tensing then semi-relaxing, twisting, turning, moving to and fro in a fruitless attempt to lessen the impact of pain, I found myself sincerely professing as to how I learned my lesson. The kicking stopped and Mistress whispered in my ear "stop talking slave... your dog training is about to intensify. Although first, I must finish administering this discipline you so earnestly begged and pleaded for... yes slave?" What could I do but respond in the affirmative! Nipple clamps were next applied & clover nipple clamps I suspect. I could briefly feel leather gloved hands gently upon cock and balls, as unexpectedly as it began it stopped. In its place was a confined pulling sensation, as I realized a parachute complete with weights had been attached. It was not overly heavy just enough to prove a distraction. Sore and in pain as I was it was regardless a much appreciated break from the previous ball kicking which had me sweaty and exhausted. I could hear a winching noise and found my arms being raised further, my body straightening, another few inches having me raised up on my toes. Instructed to raise my feet in the air, the winch easily held me suspended as sensed movement below and could hear the sound of plastic sheeting.

I remained stretched in spread eagle fashion curious as to what these various sounds of movement and running water were about. In finding myself winched higher it was my anticipation a flogging, whipping or caning was forthcoming. Instead I could now feel some sort of cool cream being applied fully to my body. It was cool at first, then warming as it was applied in a circular motion, then cool again as application moved elsewhere about my body. When completely covered, I could feel a warm damp cloth repeatedly going over the same areas. Found myself most curious in hearing the sound of a cloth being rinsed in a pail of liquid. Ohhhh goodness no! "Please Mistress, please no!" Just a few moments previous I could feel a razor on my inner thigh, next the sharp sting of a cane upon my ass as I was reminded there was to be no talking... dogs, whimper, whine, yelp and bark... they do not speak words! The shaving continued and accepting my helplessness had no option but to comply. Not satisfied with my short hair Mistress shaved my head as well. More verbal protestations which resulted in three swift painful strikes of a cane and the reminder there was to be no talking. As my ass was sore and having accepted the determination of Mistress in completing this task I found myself whining and whimpering. Have no idea how this struck Mistress as She quietly hummed and continued shaving Her chattel. It did not take long for me to realize as the shaving was quickly completed the cream applied earlier was obviously a hair remover. Now my greatest concern was if I had eyebrows, I was concerned that the hair remover perhaps found its way past the blindfold. I once saw a buddy with one eyebrow shaved after passing out at a party... he looked so idiotic!

Wiped down again with a warm damp cloth, I next had the sensation I was being sponged all over repeatedly. Water emptied from pail and sponged yet again then dried with a rough towel. The plastic sheet removed from beneath me and replaced with a towel. The blindfold was removed and I screamed "my god no... what has become of me!" "Quiet!" Mistress commanded or you will be gagged... dogs do not talk! It was explained that as I repeatedly begged to be loyal obedient dog and slave to Mistress over a extended period of time, Mistress had creatively and generously transformed fantasy to reality. In being dyed green... an off shade of turquoise actually and shaved of all body hair with exception of eyebrows I was now Her pet slave dog. More specifically I was a exotic breed known as 'Subservient Hairless Green Homo Sapiens Canine'. As coloring was more of a green turquoise Mistress informed me my new name was to be engraved on a new slave collar tag as 'slave turquey' and verbally pronounced as slave turkey. In turning me about so I could view myself in the mirror I could not help but shudder in realization of the situation. Although I was confused, nervous and looked to stupidly foolish looking at the reflection of this bald, hairless, green apparition strung helplessly in the air spread eagle fashion. The skin color around the eyes as a result of the blindfold had me looking like an alien raccoon. Would Mistress dye it green or leave Her slave dog looking idiotic... I dared not speak and interrupt Her fit of laughter. Obvious my appearance, body language and facial expressions were most amusing to Mistress as She fully reveled in Her handiwork. Bizarre as it may be, there was no denying the growing erection as the awareness of Her absolute power and control became apparent to my submissive cravings. This visual confession rendered me even further embarrassed.

The current collar was removed and one with two prongs was securely locked in place. I recognized it immediately as a training collar. Also a modified chastity device was locked in place which had me with suspicion it also was fitted and capable of sending electrical stimulus remotely. So many thoughts, reality overtaking fantasy, confusion, wonderment, fear, concern, joy all rolled into one. I was brought to focus when Mistress explained I was now quite literally Her slave dog... taught to live the existence of a dog, to absorb and portray all doggy traits. Indeed chastity would be enforced, however if Mistress sees fit for such doggy pleasures it also shall be in doggy fashion. As a slutty doggy there would be no removal of chastity device for self pleasure... slave had already demonstrated as to being untrustworthy of such. Doggy would learn any such privilege would require to be earned as he is taught to beg for the insertion of silicone pleasures.

An as yet undetermined number of hours would be applied to doggy existence. Remaining hours will be as work slave in which slave will remain locked in chastity and collared. During slave mode slave turquey will be exploited as slave labour, servant, handyman, and gardener, in addition to slaving and providing income for Mistress. Indeed the personal papers in the shoebox would now prove most beneficial. Moments of transgression, slacking or in event the mood suits Mistress, slave turquey will serve as practice dummy as Mistress adorns Her chattel with Her markings. One advantage in slave mode there would be opportunity to speak if Mistress allowed it.

There is so much more to fathom and comprehend, however in short Mistress explained my earlier transgression was totally inappropriate, thus a most serious lesson must be instilled regarding obedience, servitude, self sacrifice and absolute compliance to instructions. The anticipated one week stay would now be indefinite; there was nothing slave turquey could do filled with such desires of servitude to a wonderfully powerful, gorgeous, controlling Mistress. Even if he could resist his inner needs, there was no way anyone but Mistress would see him hairless, dyed green from head to toe and stark naked... besides the collar about the neck was the sort used to keep dogs within a certain parameter serving as further incentive to accept ones destiny. The penis collar likely is remote controlled from a distance and effective for training of tricks, duties and tasks.

Fantasy, hopes and desires have unexpectedly been transformed into reality. To think I had anticipated a severe caning in being found out with my transgression. How very wrong was I?

Strictly yours,
Britannia Canes