My Summer Internship was For The Dogs

Dear FemdomU Magazine,

I recently read your Summer edition and was so turned on by all the reader letters that I felt compelled to share my own experience. It takes me back to a time when I was younger, still in college, and excited to start my summer internship at a small vet hospital. This was a fantastic opportunity to work hands-on, taking care of sick animals on the overnight shift, and I was supposed to work directly under a senior doctor. However, things turned out a lot different than I expected.

I was 18 when this happened. The doctor was on call and not actually there, so the only other person on the shift was a technician named Sally. She was technically my boss, but there wasn’t much for me to do other than clean cages, change food and water, and sit around reading. That all changed one night when Sally told me to clean one of the exam rooms.

The exam room was sparse, meant for large dogs. There was a large stainless steel exam table, some cabinets with supplies, and a few eye-hooks attached to the walls to restrain animals. The room always smelled like a combination of urine and cleaner. I had just started wiping down the exam table when Sally entered, and told me she needed help sizing a collar.

Before I tell you the rest- yes, I was naieve. I was young, this was my first job other than mowing lawns in the summer. The whole time, the one thing going through my head was my dad telling me to always obeyt my boss, never be disrespectful, and to try my best at whatever I’m working on. So, when my boss told me to put on the collar, yes, I was confused, but I obeyed, and stood still as she put a dog collar around my neck.

It felt weird, but before I could react, Sally grabbed me by the collar and yanked me towards a small chain on the wall, meant for violent animals. My protests were silenced by her fierce voice demanding me to “shut the fuck up.” With a sharp click, she secured a padlock through my collar and the chain, trapping me in place. The other end of the chain was bolted to the wall, leaving me completely at her mercy. “Now, be a good boy and strip,” she commanded with a twisted smile, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.

Fury and fear boiled inside me, seeping out in my demand to be released. But instead of complying, she delivered a stinging slap across my cheek and whispered in a menacing tone, “You’re just another unruly mutt. Prove your obedience or suffer the consequences like all the other bad dogs here.” My mind raced with horrific possibilities – confinement in a cage? More painful slaps? Castration? I couldn’t bear to find out. Shaking with dread, I fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, hindered by the heavy chain and collar around my neck.

Feeling completely powerless and exposed, I hastily removed each article of clothing while her gaze tracked my every movement. She used safety scissors to cut away my t-shirt, leaving me completely stripped and defenseless. This was the first time I had ever been fully naked in front of a woman – and to make things worse, I was chained to a fucking wall! As if that wasn’t enough, all I could think about was how furious my mother would be about the new t-shirt she had just bought being ruined.

She looked me up and down. “Well, you’re sort of a mangy mutt, aren’t you?” she said, then instructed me to get up on the exam table. She adjusted the chain, making it tighter once I was on the table, meant for examining large breed dogs.

“Good boy. Now, let’s give you an examination.”

She roughly prodded and poked at me, treating me like an animal. With a tight grip, she squeezed my testicles until they felt like they were going to burst. I whimpered in humiliation as she inspected every inch of me, even sticking a thermometer deep into my rectum. Just when I thought the ordeal was over, she commanded me to roll onto my back and scratched at my stomach like a playful dog. The sensation sent shivers down my spine and caused unwanted arousal, which only seemed to amuse her more as she taunted me for being a “naughty” dog. But her sadistic games didn’t end there. She pushed me back onto all fours and started jerking me off with one hand while the other forcefully penetrated my anus. She barked orders for me to howl louder, and soon enough her entire fist was inside of me, causing waves of pain and pleasure to collide as I howled in agony and ecstasy. And just when I couldn’t take any more, I exploded all over the exam table, letting out primal cries as she continued to push her fist deeper inside of me.

“You’re a good boy,” she said, pulling out of me, throwing away her gloves. Then she unlocked my collar and told me to finish cleaning up the room. She turned around and walked out. I was left there naked, spent, and feeling a mixture of shame and elation. It seemed like what happened to me was wrong, but I also felt like I finally felt – fullfilled?

That night changed everything for me. The summer was a blur – my internship, as it turned out, was little more than learning how to clean cages – a real bust. But Sally tought me how to be an obedient sub that summer, using the same techniques she used to train dogs. Maybe I should write again and tell more about that experience, but suffice it to say – I learned how to be a good boy that summer, and I got the bone often.

Sincerely,

Wyatt