How did I end up in this dog kennel writing my story on a laptop computer? Well, it started when I went on the pill. I don't know if it was mental or physical, but I became very horny on the pill. I never wanted to fuck anyone else, but I constantly begged my husband to fuck me. He would acccomodate my desires, as they were tempered by my energy being somewhat drained by my job.

The real problem started when I was excessed at my job. Luckily, it happened at the same time that he got a promotion; so we were ok money-wise. But we had to move to an area where I didn't know anyone. He bought a small farmette in the country, which increased my isolation with no nearby neighbors. We only had one car, which he drove to work. I tried to busy myself with taking care of the property so that he would have time for me when he came home.

Some nights, he came home tired and didn't want to satisfy my needs. When that happened, I would get bitchy. As time went on, that happened more and more. As a result, I became more and more bitchy. The more bitchy I became, the less he wanted to fuck me. This was quickly getting out of hand.

One evening when I was being very bitchy, he pushed me onto the bed on my front. He sat on my back and started putting something around my neck. It was a chrome locking collar with a ring on the front. It had a breakable epoxy vial that glued it in place. I could not remove it. "If you are going to be a bitch, then you can wear a collar like a bitch." I started to get angry, but then he moved down my body and put his cock in me. That was what I really needed.

For the next few nights, I bitched about the collar and demanded that he remove it. Of course, he didn't. On Saturday, I awoke to find him sitting on my naked back. He had already put a wrist coff on one wrist and was finishing the other. Before I could realize what was happening, I had two wrist cuffs that matched the collar and he had locked them together behind my back. I started thrashing and bitching. He put a ball gag in my mouth to silence me. "Much better," he said as my bitching was muffled.

He produced a chrome chain leash. "Now I am going to walk this bitch." I shook my head no, and pulled against the leash. He got a spare belt and slapped my ass. The second time, I started cooperating. He took me outside, naked and restrained, and walked me around the grounds. He even made me pee in front of him. Then he used the hose to wash me.

It was so humuliating, but it was making me so horny. When he used the soap to wash my pussy, I had and orgasm. He kept me that way all weekend. He fucked me a few times, but he also fingered me to orgasm more times. I couldn't get enough. I kept waking him up when I would rub myself against him all night.

When he came home from work on Monday, he dragged in a package that had been delivered. It was an indoor dog kennel. He put it together saying, "This is for you bitch." I started bitching that I wasn't going in there. He got on top of me and locked my wrist cuffs together. Then he installed the ball gag.

Now I sleep in this kennel so that I don't keep him up rubbing my horny bitch body against him. I love his dick and his magic fingers. I love the restraints, including my cage. I am a bitch in heat, and he knows how to satisfy me.