[Non-Fiction] My life as a pet-girl

[Pet Ra]

On this exact day, five years ago I was put in a chastity belt for the very first time. Today my Master decided to revive this tradition and put me in chastity again. But this belt is now custom made (I will write about this later) but also I decided to start a new diary.

First I thought to put this in my denial diary like a new chapter, but then I realized that the denial diary (as the name indicates) was focusing strictly on my denial. But a lot has happened since then and this is not just a second chapter in the book of my denial. This will turn (at least I hope so) into a book about myself, my fantasies and my life as a pet. Of course this diary will include periods of denial too but they are now part of my life and not part of my training anymore.

Where do I start? Well, as I said, this is also about myself.

So who am I?

I am Rayna, born in 1997 and half Filipino, half Japanese but raised and living in Germany. Because my name sounds similar like the German name “Rainer” my friends called me “Ra”. I've been a pet since 2015, shortly after my 18th birthday, even I would say I was more “playing” a pet.

Spoiler:

Spoiler: In 2022 I finally lost my virginity, married my Master and had a collaring ceremony directly after the wedding which turned me oficially into Masters Pet. I will write about this later so we can focus on the big question:

How did I turn form a girl that, ten years ago, was afraid to masturbate, into the proud pet-girl that I am now?

To be honest, I don't know. Maybe I'm just “build” that way, or because I had to suppress my sexuality for so long (something like that can't be good), or any other reason. I don't really care about that anymore but maybe we will find out.

As I wrote in my blog my later Master, Mistress and me were friends since childhood whereby I was closer with Mistress. Which is normal I guess since we are in same age (Mistress is two months younger than me) while Master is four years older than me. But we went to the same school together, so we met at the bus stop every morning. When Mistress and me were 14, he was 18 (obviously), got his drivers license, his own car and took us to school every morning - no more waiting at the bus stop. I got a major crush on him because that was soo cool.

Even after he graduated we stayed in touch yet I was surprised as he asked me if I could take care of his “flat” for about six months. That was in 2015, shortly before my 18th birthday.
He got a job opportunity he couldn't refuse, but needed someone who could take proper care about his stuff. Because I still had a crush on him I agreed.

As I said in my blog, “flat” is clearly an understatement because it's a freaking penthouse. But before you get too excited, it's not a billionaires mansion on top of a skyscraper like in the movies and Master is no “Christian Gray” (thank god). Here in Germany most of this penthouses are just like regular houses on top of a higher building. In this case a ten-story condo in which now mostly old people live that bought their condos somewhere in the 80s.

Well, the first weeks I was just doing as told. I went there every two or three days, watered the plants, cleaned a bit and left. It was a “strangers” living space after all. But then I realized that I could have some “me time” there and went almost daily. So I got quite comfortable being there and started to watch a movie on the big TV or browse the internet without being disturbed – you know stuff like this.

One day I realized that I could explore my sexuality without being afraid of getting caught. It hit me like a ton of bricks.
Of course I had touched myself before, Mistress was sexually active for more than a year already and told me about how good it felt. But I have a very strict mother and she didn't allow me to lock my door, not even the bathroom door had a key. I once tried to trim my pubes a bit, because all the other girls in my gym classes were either clean shaven or neatly trimmed when she caught me. She made such a scene that I had never tried again. So, masturbating? If I wanted to touch myself I had to do it late at night, under my blankets and still kept an eye to my door. And I had to cover my mouth because I get quite vocal

Exploring my body

As I said, I realized that I could explore my sexuality freely. And I did extensively
But the urge to know how it felt to be penetrated grew every day. The problem was that I had a septate hymen and when I was 15 a tampon got stuck. It was painful, messy and I didn't want to feel that again. In porn I had seen that it must be nice to take it in the rear too. So I bought a carrot and gave it a try. Spoiler: I had no experience, used no lube and it hurt like hell
Then it came to my mind that my fingers were always wet when I played with my vagina, so maybe... Oh girl, what a difference. It was fantastic.
So yes, I lost my anal virginity to a carrot

Short time later I ordered my very first toy, a slim pink dildo and some lube.
But it was unthinkable for me to use my data. What if my mother would open the package? So I used the name “Petra” (common name in Germany), his surname and his address. And soon I ordered a slightly bigger one. And then some more. I was in bliss and started to experiment a bit. Some days I just went there after school for a quick orgasm before going home and went back in the afternoon and gave myself another one in the evening. Some afternoons I played for hours just to have one orgasm late in the evening.

I didn't do my chores or cared about anything else except my pleasure. I even skipped classes saying I didn't feel well because this way I had more time to play and wasn't bothered by my friend either. More than a month later I realized how messy everything in the penthouse became. Everything was covered in dust, the floor was a mess, several plants withered and the living room simply disgusting. What would my friend say if he find out that I did here? Would he be mad? Would he, I don't know, punish me by putting me over his knee and spank me? Yes, that's what I deserved, a good old-fashioned spanking.
I grabbed a wooden spatula, pulled down my jeans and spanked my ass. When I was finished I noticed the damp spot in my panties and how hard my nipples got. Was I aroused? What kind of perverted girl gets aroused by beating herself? But I started to clean.
The kitchen was easy, I hadn't used it but of course it was dusty and used glasses stood everywhere, but the dishwasher took care of it. After I was done with it I thought about “rewarding” myself but then told myself that I don't deserve this kind of reward until everything was clean again. It took me a week, the living room alone two afternoons, and every time before I started cleaning I stood in the hallway and spanked my ass with the spatula. Lord help me was I horny after five days, I even cleaned in nothing than my panties, showing the moist stain in them like some kind of trophy how naughty I was. The orgasm after cleaning everything was fantastic and my plays turned more and more into being subjected.

[Pet Ra]

Getting a Master

Even after my friend came back from his trip I kept the key for his penthouse because he had to go on another trip for a week or two regularly. If the time between his trips took too long I even sneaked into his home in the afternoon, knowing that he won't come back until the evening. Because it was unthinkable to hide my toys at my place I left them there, well hidden deep under the sofa. Who cleans deep underneath the sofa anyway?

Spoiler:

He does. But he didn't say anything.

Till that one faithful day when he came back from work early.
I stood in the shower, my panties as a gag in my mouth, clothes pegs on my nipples and impaling my ass on a suction cup dildo while rubbing my snatch furiously. No, he didn't ask if he could join. The whole situation was maximum uncomfortable, for both of us.

He told me that he would understand if I wanted to go, but if I wanted to talk he would be waiting in the living room. Being the decent human being he is he even closed the door so I don't had to look at him if I decided to sneak out. But I wanted to talk, the least I owed him an apology for defiling his home, so I knocked on the door. First it was really embarrassing, I mean this guy had just caught me in the act and I cried a bit. But he was very understanding and before I realized it got so late that my mother got worried. He even walked me home and apologized to my mother for keeping me for so long. He managed that she wasn't even mad
Later he texted me and asked for a date. I agreed without hesitation.

We almost met daily and had some regular dates, but of course we talked about my decent collection of toys and my fantasies. I was ashamed and very shy, I don't wanted to give him the impression that I'm a pervert. But he didn't give up, knowing I was hiding something. He didn't force but encouraged me to speak freely and I realized that if I let it happen every dirty fantasy I ever had may come true, but he wouldn't take things to far.
Two weeks later we had our first time and it was wonderful, despite the fact that he couldn't penetrate me vaginally because of my stupid septate hymen. But we did some heavy petting instead, so I “could get accommodated to his touch” and he made me feel very special.
It was not just the beginning of our relationship, it was also the start of making my fantasy of being subjected true.
And I'm an ambicious learner.

When I told him that I cleaned here in just my panties and that I spanked myself before starting to clean he wanted to see that. I obeyed and I could see that he enjoyed every second of it. The next weeks he slowly made me wear less clothes in the penthouse. From wearing normal clothes to wearing underwear to just panties to nothing at all. Of course I was embarrassed but also horny as hell and we had lots of sex – just anal sex, but I know he didn't mind

But because penetrating this hole can get messy sometimes he introduced me into enemas.
The first time receiving one felt weird and degrading, but he was so gentle and rubbed my pussy while filling my butt that it was a sensual experience.
Of course when I had to release the enema I felt dirty and not very sexy at all. Nevertheless I started to enjoy them.
And it felt much better not to worry about some nasty stuff.

One day I once again thought about shaving or at least trimming my pubic hair. I'm a big girl, I have a boyfriend, to hell with what my mother thinks about it. But I wanted his opinion, knowing how much he loves my fur. I even gave the argument that slaves are clean shaven so their genitals are always visible. He looked at me, grinned and told me that I'm not a slave, that I'm less than that, I'm his Pet, an animal. And animals have fur. He gently stroked me down there before pushing me down to all fours. It was the first time he called me that way. A pet. It was so humiliating. So perfect. Of course I've had read about “pet-girls” before, it was on tumblr (back in the days when there was still porn) and that time I was shocked because it sounded so weird. And never I would have guessed that one day I would become one too. I loved it.

We also explored some other kinks like forced edging and orgasm denial. Because I should always be horny but also as a good pet I shouldn't cum without permission. I had played with my self for hours before, but bringing myself close to orgasm, let it fade away and repeat for days? That was really something else. He always made me do this when he was on a business trip. My BFF and later Mistress noticed that after ten days I started to get bratty ad suggested that I should masturbate to quench the urge. Well, she didn't know that I did that every day, just without the sweet release at the end. When Master came back, two weeks of daily edging and denial finally paid off, the orgasms were marvelous. Mistress smirked every time when we met in the morning and told me that it looks like I got a good dicking

Of course I also got denied when Master was not on a business trip and he loved to watch me edge. But he noticed that as I got more horny I also got more brave to express my kinks. After several days “on the edge” I confessed that I would like to try some pee-play. I mean, I had peed in the shower, squatting like... well, like the dog I am, but I wanted to experience how it feels to get peed on. I was not sure how Master would react but he always said that he wanted to help me explore my kinks. He was surprised but agreed. It was humiliating, but also very kinky to feel the warm urine hitting my body.

I kinda like it but not in a way that I would call it a reward. It was more suiting for a punishment.
Like, when a spanking was not enough

[Pet Ra]

Getting a Mistress

In 2016 I made a mistake. It wasn't a huge one, but one with huge impact.
I failed an edging task and came without permission. Being a good pet I took a photo of my dripping wet pussy and sent it to Master that his naughty pet came without his permission and needs to be taught a lesson. The problem was: I didn't send it to Master but to my best friend
She came over almost immediately, but didn't tell me why and we had a nice afternoon. Later when Master came home we cooked together and during dinner we drank some wine. I was quite tipsy as my friend bend over to me and put her hand on my belly and let it wander deeper. Then she asked when we start to teach this naughty pet a lesson. She grinned from ear to ear, Master almost spit out his drink and looked at us flabbergasted while I froze in shock. My friend laughed, showed us the picture and asked again.
Master poured us some more wine, grinned and said that he clearly won't mind but the decision was ours. My friend really looked happy and I had to admit that I was curious too. So we talked about it first, which was kinda awkward because we knew that this would take our friendship to a completely new level. Also we talked about my relationship and my friend was surprised that my boyfriend was also my Master but even more when she found out that I was still a virgin. I was a bit ashamed as she noticed this “blemish” (and even a bit more when Master told her about my “preferences”) but we were eager to make each other feel comfortable. It still felt strange but I think if we were sober it wouldn't had happened at all.
Somewhere I read that at one point in her life a woman has to find out which kind of “bi” she is; -polar, -sexual or -tch. Well, we clearly found out what kind of “bi” my friend and I am

But just because we shared a sexual adventure didn't turn my friend into my Mistress.
Seeing each other the next morning felt a bit strange. I thinks it's a normal feeling seeing someone after the first time having sex together and I would say the feeling was mutual. I mean, we had licked each others genitals and she watched me climaxing hard (I even asked for permission) while getting my butt fucked and creampied.
During the next weeks we met daily, not for sex but some really long talks, like Master and I did before. He told me that he noticed I were way more confident about my fantasies than I was little over a year ago. My friend was really interested and the more she learned about our relationship and my “preferences” she grew eager to take part in my training.
We talked about it and both encouraged me not to rush it but to think what I wanted. So I did.

I could give up the pet-play and it would have been okay.
I could decide that I just want my Master and have no need for a Mistress.
Or I could just dive in, head first, and see what will happen.

I chose the latter, obviously. I will never forget the look on her face when she came over for dinner and I just bowed to her and said “Good evening, Mistress”. It was pure bliss.
It was a bit strange that my BFF was now my Mistress and at first she was more like supervising me. That I did my tasks or made my homework, later she had to make sure that I don't touch myself, because I was not allowed to cum. Stuff like that.
She began to put some effort in it to make it more embarrassing for me. Well, she had to make sure that I won't touch myself? So she made sure I won't even have the chance to touch myself. First she just watched me using the toilet at home, then at school as well, and when I used the toilet I had to sit with my legs spread, pull my shirt up and my bra down, so she could check if I my nipples were hard.
One evening Master came home and while we were talking about our day he asked Mistress if it would be okay if I were naked. He didn't ask me, he asked her. She knew that I had to be naked in my Masters presence, so it was okay for her. And from now I had to be naked in her presence as well.
Even she had seen my sensitive bits an hour ago I felt embarrassed, but I obeyed. But the way they looked at me and the night after made it worth it
The next day, when we came from school, she stopped me in the vestibule and told me to get naked. I looked at her for a moment dumbfounded but then started to undress.

[My_pussy_is_public]

Is this diary over?

[Thifr]

I really hope it's not over...

[Pet Ra]

Sorry, I had a bad case of writer's blog. The next chapter is almost finished