It is no secret that I am a submissive whore, not even to my offspring. In fact, my daughter has expressed interest in slave training. She recently caught my Master walking me on a leash and it turned her on. She stopped by work to bring me lunch and caught me coming up the stairs on all fours behind my boss sporting a pretty pink collar and a silver leash. She asked me about it, but before I could respond, Master said that all women are dogs; nothing more than loyal pets to men. I could see my daughter’s excitement at the prospect of being a man’s pet. I put a spare collar around her neck so she could see how good it feels to be collared.
At that moment, Master came out of his office and slapped a leash on her and ordered me to strip her naked. Even though she is my daughter, he is my Master. He comes first, even above my family. My daughter looked lovely as a pet, but I was suddenly consumed with jealousy. Was he going to replace me with a younger, leaner model? He saw the look in my eye. “Don’t worry Bernie, you are still my top dog, or should I say, bottom dog,” he giggled as he spanked my ass. He slipped my collar and leash back on and took us to the dog park for a walk. My daughter was having difficulty walking on all fours in pumps, but I tried to show her how to balance her body.
I’m a seasoned pet. Been getting walked for years. I even have to eat my lunch on bowls on the floor in Master’s office. I don’t think my daughter understands the full extent of my submissive life. She had gravel in her knees and palms from our trip to the dog park. She whined and complained, which angered Master. He slapped her ass, forced her to drink water from a bowl on the floor, then lectured her on learning how to be a good submissive from her mother. I have been put in charge of breaking her for my Master. Perhaps you can help me with her training? With the right discipline, she can be just like her mother.