Hello again, it’s the dog slave dod, currently a property of Mistress Lana and a servant to her feet, anus, pussy and body. I was picked by her 6 months ago after being sold by my former owners. According to her, she chose me as she liked my build. I am 182 cm tall, with slightly muscled but hairy body; as well as my obedience and “animalisticness”.  

My story with this life of slavery goes way back, nearly 5 years ago, before any of that had happened; when I was still 19 years old.

At that time I was with my family. My mom, Kari, was 40 years old, and my little sister, Mare, was 15 years old. My father was working abroad at that time; in the gulf area for a multinational company that he had started working for 10 years before.  So it was only the three of us almost all year long.

My mom was a bit overweighed; she gained weight after giving birth to my sister. Before that she was quite slim and fit. Later after giving birth she started gaining weight, her breasts became bigger till they reached almost size D, and her belly grew. She became quite chubby but she never lost her prettiness. My sister was chubby too but not as my mother, she was taller than mom and had longer hair. She had B sized breasts, a fat tummy and a big ass. Both of the girls had a slightly dark skin, and they both had black hair and black eyes. They had an authentic Arab look.

Before all of that happened, we had a stable life; I went to college, my sister went to school and my mom worked for a diary products company as a QC manager. Back then I had no crazy ideas about sex, only the regular. I was into porn but nothing bizarre or extreme. I had a normal life in college, and I had many friends. Several times they tried to take me with them when they went out for hookers, but I didn’t like the idea so I never went with them. I was however getting hornier and more eager to have sex as by that age I had had no girl friends and never had sex. The tension inside me grew more by the day and I was looking for anyone to fulfill my desires with.

Since the age 12, I was used to getting naked at home when no one was around. I wasn’t really sure then why but I liked the idea for some reason. I stayed nude for as long as I could, and any chance I found suitable I never missed it. Till the age of 19 I never broke the habit. I went back early from college before my mom and sister came back and I enjoyed nudity as much as I could. By that time I had learnt about nudism and naturism. I was fascinated by them, and I the idea of connecting to nature in our natural birthday suits. I was also excited to see people getting naked in public with no shame. They claimed that it was natural and healthy, but the way I saw it, it was more of connecting to our natural and basic instincts as animals primarily.

I started loving the idea of acting like animals, not thinking much, not caring about social norms and traditions, and going back to nature in simplest way: Stripping, eating drinking, pissing, shitting and having sex with whomever. To me that was the healthiest way of living. Stress of thinking reflected on our health, and our traditions had prevented us from releasing our sexual tension, which increased the burden. All of that had to go. And the way to do so was through Animal like life style.

We never talked about these situations, but from time to time, I would have a glimpse of her bare feet while she’s asleep, imagining myself crawling like a doggy and having a taste of these delicious soles, heels and toes.  I wanted to clean the dirt between her toes and wash her feet with my tongue.

My mind was always occupied of how to get my sister into this life style and have some fun with her. I wanted to quench my desires and she had to be the one for this job. I thought for days and night, until one day, I had the best chance..ever..