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feet being put in stirrups which raised my legs and lower body to a greater height than my head and torso (supported by other ropes with loops) which had the effect of spreading my legs and opening my thighs. They adjusted the pulleys and ropes until my pussy was brought level with John’s hands. It was then an easy task for him to soap the thick hair on my mound and shave it off with his cut throat razor. Any surplus water simply dripped on the stone floor under me causing no problems. When my motte was clean, he lathered the lips of my pussy and the areas surrounding my labia and drew his razor back and forth until not a hair remained.
    Margaret then scythed off my long hair and left me with boyish curls like a dog’s short coat. Then I had to endure the humiliation of having a plug inserted into my anus which had a tail attached which was long enough to trail between my legs which, I was told, must not be removed except to allow me to defecate, after which it was to be replaced.
    I still puzzled over Margaret’s part in the scheme of things at Drydon Hall. She was as good as her word in coming to me at night but I could not be sure if she was prompted by real affection or the simple desire to use my body.
    She insisted that I was still Bella when she came to me, explaining that changing identities would be too confusing for me and that I should reconcile myself to the fact that my future was canine. This advice, though possibly well meant, came as a great shock to me. In my mind I had thought that when I was allowed to team up with my master I might find an opportunity to escape, perhaps when guiding him on a walk, but the possibility that I might never return to a normal human state was a huge blow to my morale.
    One night I saw Margaret was accompanied when she entered the chamber and when the two figures emerged from the dark shadows I saw her companion was a very young girl wearing a cloak with a hood raised to conceal her features. When she drew back the hood I saw the girl, who was certainly under twenty, had a very handsome face.
    Margaret explained that Millie, who had recently joined the household as a maid, had a great love of dogs and had asked to be shown the one kept in the cellars. They exchanged looks and smiles and I knew instantly that they were lovers. Seeing such a pretty young girl, the predatory Margaret would not have been able to resist bedding her as she had done with me.
    “The little bitch is quite endearing,” said Millie and put out her hand towards my mouth and I first licked her fingers then rubbed my naked body against her skirts behaving as much like a friendly hound as I could. Millie stroked the back of my head and remarked to Margaret that I seemed affectionate.
    “She can be very affectionate, Millie,” said Margaret as if trying to suppress a chuckle. “If we undress she can show us all the cringing devotion of which a dumb animal is capable.”
    “Undress, dear Margaret!” exclaimed Millie. “Is there not a chance that we may be discovered?”
    “John is fast asleep and no-one else would venture down here in the dead of night.”
    “Is this place not too cold and draughty?”
    “We could take her to my bedroom but that is more risky, beloved.”
    It seemed to me that Margaret was most anxious to please her new young lover and that she could easily be persuaded to do Millie’s bidding. The relationship seemed a little like that between an older man besotted with a much younger girl.
    “But it will be exciting, Margaret.”
    Margaret took me out of my prison and attached the lead to my collar, pulling me sharply to heel, and then the two women linked arms. Millie pulled her hood over her head and they left with me crawling on hands and knees keeping as close as possible to Margaret’s boots.
    I had never been inside Margaret’s bedroom and I was met by the sight of a huge dildo with straps resting on her bed covers.
    “Oh dear,” said Millie. “We are giving away our