Suki & Toki's New Slave Dog

Suki, a beautiful eighteen year old Tokyo girl sat in the cellar of her large house and looked at the empty dog cage; she reminisced on its former occupant and all of the sadistic fun they had turning it into a servile slave dog. She missed having a human dog around the house and was eager to find a new one to give herself and her lover Toki, constant and obedient worship.

It was very unfortunate their last dog dying like that; its constant diet of piss & shit, not to mention the constant beatings and torture, had taken its toll. On that fateful day when both Toki and I were having so much fun as it sobbed and begged for mercy, while we applied agonizing pain and used its slave dog mouth as our spit bucket & ash tray, it had a sudden heart attack and died.

We were both very lucky that my family were very wealthy and my father is very big in the Yakuza; there was no police involvement or awkward questions, our former dog slave's body was whisked away and never found.

Yes, she needed the sadistic pleasure of abusing and degrading. She had named it 'Slave 'Dog' and after it had been completely broken and dehumanized, they allowed it to trail around after them, its balls in a humbler with a leash fixed to its nose ring, sniffing and licking their pretty feet. They would have to ensure that their next slave lasted a bit longer this time.

She would have to find a new candidate, maybe advertise the position on a femdom fetish site; there were always plenty of willing slaves to be found there.

Suki was curious though about a middle aged slightly geeky looking western man who shared the same café that she and Toki used every day. Apparently he was an English professor at one of the universities in the city; although quite a bit older than them. Suki felt pleasing warmth between her thighs at the thought of an older educated white man grovelling at both of their feet. They would have to get into conversation with this English man and engineer a relaxed and seemingly natural meeting; its potential for submission could then be checked out.

So the first part of their plan was to ensure they make themselves visible and friendly to the target.

The professor had an early breakfast every morning at the café and since both were early risers, it was no problem being in the café at the same time as the professor.

Over the course of the next few weeks both of them poured on the charm and exchanged English greetings & pleasantries with him. As their acquaintance grew it was inevitable that the professor would ask them to join him at his breakfast table.

It now became a regular rendezvous every morning and gave the young women an opportunity to probe into their potential dog's present circumstances and weigh up his suitability for a new existence.

He was forty seven years old and single; he'd been in Japan for three years teaching English to under graduates at one of the smaller less prestigious universities. He lived nearby in a small apartment, admitting that he was a bit of a loner with acquaintances but no real friends in his professional or social life, which appeared to be nonexistent.

Suki and Toki sat drinking wine in the lounge of their large house, it was time to review the intelligence gathered so far and make a decision whether to continue their plan.

"Well he sounds extremely boring if you ask me."

"That's true, but what are we looking for? Certainly not someone with an interesting personality. We want a servile slave dog that we can break; it's only going to speak when we let it and after it's been completely degraded, it will have forgotten how to speak any way."

Toki considered what Suki had said for a moment then nodded in agreement.

"Well we must hurry and find suitable bait for the hook, I need someone to flog, and my precious shit and piss are going to waste, when they could be going down a slave dog's throat."

"Patience lover, you're so tense; I think there is a remedy for that."

Suki sank to her knees and unbuttoned Toki's robe. Her tongue gently probed Toki's sweet shaved pussy until she was moaning with pleasure.

The bait for the hook arrived sooner than they had thought.

Over their usual breakfast get together the professor had been talking about his big hobby, which turned out to be a passion for old traditional Japanese houses. Both Suki and Toki looked at each other in amazement at the serendipity of this; and couldn't believe their luck. Suki came from a very wealthy family of old money. Both of the young women didn't need to work, and lived a very comfortable life from the proceeds of a very generous allowance from Suki's father.

The house in which they both lived was large with extensive gardens and cherry orchards; it had been in Suki's family for hundreds of years. Taking into account the soaring property prices in Tokyo it was worth over a billion yen. Suki had inherited the house from her late grandmother; it was thought to be one of the finest examples of traditional Japanese architecture in the Tokyo area.

The old Japanese proverb stating that good luck always smiles on the rich, was about to come true.

Keeping the excitement from her voice and sounding casual, Suki described her house in detail and indicated that there were many old records about the house stored in one of its rooms; the professor was welcome to visit the house and examine them; of course they would be written in Japanese, but she would be delighted to translate them into English.

The professor accepted this invitation without hesitation. The path to his degradation was set.

Suki and Toki sat sipping wine and waiting in anticipation for the professor to arrive; they both hoped that today would be the start of a new chapter of pleasure and the continuance of their dominant cruel & sadistic tendencies. The professor would be arriving for lunch and the young women had laid on traditional Japanese food to compliment a traditional Japanese house; they both wore silk kimonos and traditional open toed sandals showing their bare toes. Suki had managed to obtain, thanks to her father, an otherwise unobtainable supply of a Special drug used by the CIA for the interrogation of prisoners. The drug made the recipient super relaxed and very compliant to suggestions; it also increased sexual awareness and reduced sexual inhibitions. The drug would be placed in the professor's tea and they would see how the potential slave dog reacted during their little game later.

The professor was much impressed with their house and enthused about its traditional style and ambiance; he clicked away with his camera and asked many questions as Suki and Toki gave him the guided tour of its exterior and interior; the professor insisted on seeing every room and the young women readily complied, although he wasn't shown the large cellar playroom; there would be plenty of time for that later.

After a couple of hours the tour was concluded and all three of them sat down to a fine sea food lunch.

Suki and Toki stuck to wine throughout the meal and the professor who didn't drink alcohol drunk his favourite iced tea which unbeknown to him was liberally laced with the compliance drug.

During the meal in which the conversation was inevitably about the house, Suki kept glancing at the professor to try and detect any changes in his demeanour; he did have a slight slur and his eyes a certain dreamy quality. She hoped that the drug would be effective and the vicious fun could start again.

After their lunch was finished they took their coffee in the lounge and relaxed.

Both young women had noticed and commented on the fact that the professor was clearly a lover of women's feet. It wasn't hard to miss the sly glances at their breakfasts together in the café. Suki and Toki had petite pretty feet and their previous dog had been required to spend hours licking and sucking them with its servile dog mouth. As soon as both young women realized the professor's weakness then they did everything they could to encourage him and get his attention onto their pretty feet; this meant wearing footwear and toe nail varnish that showed their feet to best advantage. The professor had even commented once when Toki had worn flip flops to show off her red painted toenails.

It would have been easy to simply place a powerful sedative in the professors iced tea, and when he awoke next morning his past life would be over and welcome to a new existence of cruel control. However, both young women wanted to assess his slave material potential by observing how he reacted to a simple set of instructions. It was also a good opportunity to test the effects of the drug which, if proved satisfactory would be useful in the early stages of training.

As all three now talked and drunk their coffee Suki noted the professor's slight vacant and dreamy state had increased, she glanced over at Toki who nodded her head slightly. It was now time to see how compelling the professor's foot fetish was and see if the drug would edge him along a path of compliance.

"Do you like our shoes professor? They're traditional and made famous by the Geisha, we didn't bother with the traditional white socks though; our feet look much sexier without them, don't you agree?

The professor dreamily nodded, his mouth was moving but at that moment he appeared lost for words.

Suki moved her foot onto the arm rest of the professor's chair so that he was much closer to her toes. The professor found his voice again.

"The shoes look beauti.... ful on both of you, and compliment your...your kimonos and even this beautiful...... trad.... Trad... traditional house."

Suki thought the drug was definitely working, as this usually precisely controlled English man did not usually slur and muff his words.

"Do you notice anything different about our feet professor?

"Yes.....yes, your toe....nails don't have any varnish."

At this point the professor stared dreamily off into space as if the thought of their toes occupied his whole world.

"I think our toenails look so much better with coloured varnish, don't you agree professor?"

The professor was feeling slightly strange and having trouble getting his words out. His mind had attached a certain kind of correctness and rightness to everything this attractive young woman was saying, she had become a truth goddess of the spoken word.

"Much ........bet.....better, yes much better."

"We both agree professor, that's why we think you should add colour to them for us, don't you agree professor?

"Y...yes yes add col....our to th..em.

"You're such a sweet man professor, we both knew that you couldn't resist getting up close to our feet."

"Oh......y ..y ...yes really like sexy feet."

"That's settled then, we'll get you a selection of different colours, and explain the rules; then you can get started."

"Ru....rul..... rules?"

"Nothing to worry about professor, but if you want the honour of painting our toes you have to pay three forfeits, you have to be on your knees when you're doing it, completely naked and when you've finished you must place one kiss on each of our thighs and pussies; only one kiss though, we don't want you to get over excited. We know you won't mind because we're such good friends now. YOU DO WANT TO PAINT OUR TOENAILS DON'T YOU? Toki would be so upset if you didn't want to do it, she'd probably cry."

"Of o....f cour.....se, of c......ourse."

"Well professor thank you, that's settled then, just remove your clothes, kneel on the floor and wait while Toki and I go and get some different colours; then we'll choose and you can begin."

Both young women left the room with wide grins on their faces.

Suki marvelled at his willing acceptance of all of this, she knew that without the effects of the powerful drug the professor, foot fetish or not, wouldn't have agreed at all; in fact he would have looked slightly offended and told them to go to the devil. Their little game was being played out though, and if he definitely looked like slave material then before this day was out their slave dog would be tucked away in their cellar. If they got bored with it then they would sell it on the underground market. One thing was for sure, the professor could kiss goodbye to his previous life and prepare for a new existence as their servile lackey and pain toy. They would have to ensure that their dog was well dosed up with the compliance drug, at least in the early stages, until other methods to ensure obedience could be applied.

Both young women had removed their kimonos and were now only wearing skimpy silk thong panties and bras; both were barefoot. Suki looked down at the damp patch on the front of her panties thinking that their new slave dog would soon get the merest taste of her juices; if he was accepted into his new position in life then he would soon taste both of their juices and other things on a daily basis.

Suki and Toki strode back into the lounge with their perfect young bodies fully on display. The professor looked slightly uneasy as these nearly naked Asian Goddesses stood before him. Toki quickly reassured him that they would feel much more relaxed dressed like this, and that they frequently went about the house in their underwear; he shouldn't feel embarrassed because it felt like they'd known him for years and he was part of their family. Suki then issued her next instruction.

"You're not angry or worried are you professor? It would make us a bit disappointed if you were, like we were doing something wrong."

"No.... n...o its fine, I'm...... f..f..fine."

"That's great professor, I think we're ready to see your painting skills, and don't smudge our toes or we may have to punish you. You wouldn't want that would you professor?"

" N........o."

"Then get your arse over to my chair and get to work."

Suki was really feeling confident now in her handling of their potential slave dog, the drug was quite amazing; her requests were turning into instructions and she started getting into the role of a superior addressing a slave. She would exploit the drug induced compliance and suggestibility of their new minion and push the boundaries of her control.

Suki instructed him to move a footstall into position so that she could rest her foot on it while her toes were being painted; she also showed it how to fit the toe spreader. Toki sitting in the next chair, awaiting her turn and reading a magazine, giggled and grinned at Suki as the professor started to apply black toenail varnish to her toes.

"Are you enjoying yourself professor?"

"Y............yes."

"Remember we're expecting a good job or we'll increase your forfeits; I'm resting my other leg on your shoulder so that I can get more comfortable, you're such a lovely friend. I'm sure that you would do anything that we told you. Don't you agree Toki? Our little dog slave is only too pleased to serve us."

This increased Toki's huge grin.

"He should be honoured to serve our feet; he should serve us every day."

"Well professor do you think Toki has a point? Your making such a good job of my toes, I'm sure there are a lot more things you'd like to do for us; Answer me professor? It's rude to ignore.

The professor was stuck on pause for the moment, he wanted to agree with these beautiful young women, but part of him, for no reason that he could think of, was reluctant to say yes.

Suki realized that he had come to a state of mental confusion. The compliance drug was pushing one way and his inner self was resisting. She decided to reinforce his suggestibility.

"Just think professor, if you perform this task to our satisfaction, we might let you live with us and service us full time; we'd have so much fun and even let you lick our feet and suck our toes every day. If you're really good we'd let you lick other things too, you'd like that wouldn't you? WOULDN'T YOU?"

The professor hesitated a brief moment before replying.

"Ye.....s, b...ut eve..ry day my wo....r..k?"

"We will both look after you professor, it will be a new life for you, we will treat you so well and be very kind to you; you will say yes WONT YOU?"

Actually Suki thought her last two comment couldn't be further from the truth, she and Toki would treat this piece of shit appallingly; when it wasn't serving their every whim it would be receiving cruel punishment; it would eat their shit and drink their piss, its only normal food would be tinned dog food, given as a reward and served in its dog bowel. Still at least she'd managed to break its present mental lock and it readily agreed with everything she said, while it completed its task.

Toki put her magazine down and took another large sip of wine.

"How's our dog doing? It had better be faster when its serving us and we're using it for real, I feel like taking my crop to its ass and speeding it up."

"That's a side effect of the drug, it has to take its time and concentrate on everything it does."

Suki noted that the their potential dog hadn't shown any awareness of their comments, as if it was set on its present task and would only be distracted when spoken to directly. She felt confident that she could speak freely to Toki about his future and the final part of their plan.

"Do we both agree that with the help of the compliance drug he has the potential to be our new slave dog? Baring in mind that we'll be putting him through hell to ensure total compliance and instant obedience."

Toki agreed that he showed some promise, and with the correct severe regime their slave dog would soon be sobbing and shaking at the sight of their shadows.

"Ok good then he or should I say it, will be staying with us. We'll carry on with the toe painting and get him to pay the forfeits; we can even add some to make it more fun. All that remains after that is to tie up a few loose ends which your talents my sexy lover will be very useful."

Toki smiled at the mention of her talents, she knew exactly what her friend and lover was referring.

From the age of twelve Toki had made some extra pocket money and later a very good living as a cat burglar. She was very good, with a reputation of getting in and getting out completely unseen; even Suki's father's criminal organization used her frequently for special jobs.

"So I get into our new slaves apartment courtesy of its keys. What then?"

"Check out its papers to see if there are any that mention us, if there are, then remove them; and if you find a diary, take that too. The next part will take a bit longer. Our slave dog is going on a trip, at least that's what we want other people to think; so collect together everything you think it would take on a long trip ,all of its personal possessions, suitcases, clothes, passport, work permit, toiletries, ect; and bring them back here; and if you find any money or valuables bring those back too. While you're gone I'll settle our new dog into its new home in preparation for tomorrow when we can both start its training and abuse. I'll fit the chastity device & pain rings to its cock and balls so that we can reduce the drug. Pain avoidance will be its new incentive and much more fun than having a drugged zombie; after all, we want it to experience real terror and degradation. Tomorrow I'll call its university and say that the professor had to leave on an urgent trip; no one will be able to trace the call back to us as I'll use an unregistered cell phone. That only leaves a letter to the landlord of its apartment explaining his urgent departure; I'll include a full month's rent with the letter so that there is no problem. It should work perfectly. Even if anyone raises a concern and the police become involved, all they will be able to learn from immigration department is that our slave dog never left the country; he can't be traced back to us."