At 10 o'clock I am told to go and run the shower, then return to the bedroom.

"While we are in the shower I want you to get dressed into your red skimpy bra, thong, stockings and suspender belt go into the kitchen and prepare our breakfast," says Donna.

All I can hear in the kitchen is them laughing in the shower. When they come downstairs I have their bacon and eggs on the table waiting for them.

"Get on your hands and knees and crawl around the kitchen like the dog you are," says Sarah. "After all you are here for our enjoyment."

I crawl around the floor with them poking fun at me. Saying what a good dog I am.

"Come here doggy," says Donna. "Would you like a bit of bacon, now don't forget to lick my fingers, just like a real dog would do." Donna then puts the bacon on the kitchen floor laughing at me.

I crawl over and lick her fingers, and then I suck them into my mouth until she pulls them away. I bend down with my mouth and pick up the bacon and eat it.

Sarah is watching me and laughing, she drops some egg so it splats on the floor. “Come here doggy,” she calls. “Come and lick this off the floor.”

They both watch as I bend down with my cheeks burning with humiliation and lick all the egg off the kitchen floor. "What a good doggy you are cleaning up my mess," says Sarah.

"Mind you," says Donna. "Dogs should really eat outside, plus she hasn't had her morning wee yet. So let’s put her outside."

On my hands and knees I am walked into the garden, they both scrape the scraps off their plates onto the patio.

"Now be a good dog and eat your breakfast off the floor. Make sure you lick every last bit up."

They stand and watch me eat it all and then lick the floor until they say I can stop.

"Now you must go to the toilet before you can come back in. We will watch you from the window so don't cheat. When you have finished you must whine at the door until we let you in. Is that clear?" says Donna.

I nod my head.They go back inside laughing and shut the back door.

I look around me. I can't believe they are making me go to the toilet outside. I can't do it; I know I must do it though. The longer I leave it the longer I will be kept outside in my skimpy outfit.

I go up onto the grass and lower my thong and squat down. I can see them laughing at the window. Donna opens the window with a camera in her hands. She takes picture after picture as I wee on the grass.

I make my way to the door making a whining sound hoping they will let me in. I can hear them laughing and Sarah shouts, "Louder we can't hear you properly."

As I whimper louder the neighbour’s door opens and he looks over the fence. He looks at me and leers. I am on my hands and knees. With my thong on so my bare bum is facing him. My face is burning.

Donna appears at the door and says, "Good dog, you can come in now," and shuts the door behind us.

They are laughing at the look on our neighbour’s face. "He will always know that I own you," says Donna. "That