My life as a pet. Part 1

[little pet]

This isn't the usual punishment report blog I normally write. This is what I imagine my life would be like if real life norms and boundaries didn't apply

I awake in the morning next to my owner's bed. I'm wearing a collar, and a leash attached to the foot of the bed where my owner sleeps. Nothing else, expect a big butt plug with a nice fluffy tail attached to it. I'm on the floor, on a blanket. Sleeping in the bed is a privilege reserved only for humans, not for little pets. Pets are naked and are not allowed to use furniture of course. Sir unties my leash and takes me with him to the kitchen. I have to crawl on all fours. He ties my leash to the kitchen table and starts to make coffee. It smells so good! My stomach is rumbling, I'm hungry. I see Sir take a plate and a plastic bowl from the cupboard and he proceeds to make sandwiches. He sits down at the table and eats his sandwich. I have to wait for sir to give me me mine. I try to stay silent and let Sit enjoy his sandwich; I'm not allowed to disturb him. He's reading the newspaper. Every now and then he feeds me a piece of my sandwich and I gratefully eat from his hands. Sometimes he just throws a piece on the floor and I have to crawl after it to pick it up using my mouth.

He gets up to get a cup of coffee for himself. He pours mine in a plastic bowl and puts it in front of me on the floor. I'm allowed to drink it, but also without using my hands. So I just slurp it all up. After that, Sir pours a bottle of water in it, which I drink as well. It's not very tasty, mixed with the coffee, but it'll have to do.

After breakfast I have to pee. I'm very bad at bladder control, and sir has remarked that that needs some training because he doesn't feel like having to walk his pet every time she has to go. I'm on a tight schedule, but after breakfast is the time for relief. To my surprise he takes me out to the garden, naked and on all fours. My tail is swinging a bit from the movement and I like the sensation it causes. I also have to wear my nipple clamps with bells that have a chain connecting them. They tighten when he pulls on them. He's looped my leash through the chain and when I don't keep up, he pulls on it causing my nipples to be pinched painfully. I quickly crawl behind my owner, bells jingling the whole time, over the wet grass. I'm not used to going outside like this! Until now I've always been allowed to use the toilet, after my owner's permission of course.

He leads me towards a tree and stops. I start to protest, "Please Sir, don't make me pee outside, like this" Sir just smiles and says "didn't you say you wanted to be my pet? This is what pets do isn't it? Bathrooms are off limits to pets, so from now on this also applies to you. Besides, the weather is lovely, so why complain?" I swallow hard. I know I want to obey, but I find it very hard to do so. Especially with Sir watching me with this grin on his face. I sigh, and squat over the grass next to the tree, but Sir stops me. "Have you even seen pets use only two legs? How many legs do pets have?" I reply "four, Sir." He smiles "good pet. Now hurry before I change my mind and make you wait until after lunch." I definitely did not want to wait, after the big bowl of coffee and water I'd had. I sigh again, lift up my left leg and try to relax. My face is burning, and I don't think I'll be able to pee in this position, with Sir there. Finally, I succeed though. Sir smiles again and says "good girl, you've earned a treat." From his pocket he gets a squeaky toy in the shape of a dog's bone and puts it in my mouth. "Don't drop it pet" Sir says, and pats my head. I know I don't want to drop it. I'll be punished if I do. I bite down and the toy makes a stupid squeaking noise. I see Sir smile again. He's clearly enjoying this.

"Come pet, let's enjoy the sunshine a little" Sir says, as he pulls my leash again. I have no choice but to follow him. This time he leads me to the patio, where there's a big lounge set. Sir ties my leash to a table leg and goes back inside. Thankfully I get to sit on a blanket. Even though I feel very exposed and a little anxious outside like this, I'm enjoying the sun, it's a nice day. While I'm waiting for sir to return, the toy in my mouth is making me start to drool. I try to hold on to it, but it's getting slippery from all the saliva. I bite down again, but it's no use. The toy slips out and lands on the floor. I know I'll be in trouble if Sir finds out I've dropped it. So quickly, I pick it up with my right hand, to wipe it off and put it back in my mouth. At that moment, Sir walks back into the garden. I'm caught, this is not good. I lower my eyes and wait for him to speak. But he says nothing. Instead, he unties my leash and gives it a hard tug. I give a little shriek from the pain this causes my nipples and I hurry after him. He leads me back inside and puts me in front of the hallway mirror.

He shoves the toy back into my mouth and grabs my hair, forcing me to look at myself. "I told you not to drop your bone didn't I?" I nod. "And instead of using your mouth like a good puppy to pick it up, you try to trick me and use your hands!?" I nod again. "Do puppies have hands"? I shake my head. "What did you say"? Sir demands. "No spfhir" I mumble with the toy in my mouth. This makes me drool even more I notice, and my face turns crimson again. "I don't think I understand", he says and slaps my cheek.
I try again, while shaking my head; " Noo sshhfir!!!" Sir smiles, "good pet." But I think you'll need a little help remembering. He walks off, and returns with a roll of duct tape and a black marker. He tells me to ball my hands into fists and tapes them up. "Good", he says. "Now you have cute little paws, just like a real pet". I stare at my hands. They're useless now. He also takes the marker and uses it to write "stupid pet" on my forehead and grabs my face to make me look at myself in the mirror again. "Have you learnt your lesson now? Dumb little pet." I can only nod. Sir seems satisfied with that.

[little pet]

My owner tugs my leash again and I follow him back outside to the patio. A little awkward with my hands taped up, but I manage. Sir ties the leash to the table leg again and goes back inside. I sit and wait, patiently this time. After a while I see Sir come back outside with a big thermos, I some biscuits and his laptop. I watch as he sinks down into the pillows and pours himself a big mug of coffee. No bowl for me...he sighs contentedly.

So I just sit on my blanket, watching as my owner sips his coffee, and types on his laptop. Now and then he frowns, or smiles. After a while I hear an engine approaching. Our house is in a secluded area in the woods, but sometimes people wander by. Who could this be? Is Sir expecting visitors? I've always been allowed to get dressed when we have people over. But now I'm naked! With a leash and nipple clamps and a big fluffy tail sticking out of my ass and a dog toy in my mouth! I start to panic a little. I can't be seen like this! But my owner gives me a stern look and says: "stay." And I do...as I hear the car coming closer. Sir unties my leash and leads me to the entrance to the garden. I hesitate and he pulls on the chain to make me crawl after him. The bells ring as the chain painfully pulls on my nipples again. "Ah, there's the delivery guy, with the present I ordered for you," Sir says. My curiosity wins from the humiliation I'm feeling and I follow him.

The car stops and the guy gets out. I see his eyes widen at the sight, when he sees us. Sir just smiles and greets him "me and my pet are just enjoying the nice weather, while it lasts." I try to retreat behind his legs, but he pulls the leash taut, forcing me to stay next to him. The guy is approaching now, pushing a cart with a big cardboard box on it. It appears heavy. He is clearly very surprised, but exited by what he is seeing. He can't take his eyes off of me. Sir instructs the man to put the box in the living room, next to the television. When he comes back, I can see him eyeing me. I feel very exposed, but at the same time really proud to be Sir's pet. And he's clearly enjoying showing me off. "She can play fetch as well, wanna try?" Sir says as he takes the bone from my mouth. After wiping the saliva off on my face, he hands it to the delivery guy. "Just throw it, she'll go after it."

The guy is looking at me incredulously, but throws the toy across the lawn. Sir gives me a stern look, and a hard slap on my ass, and says "fetch, pet." I crawl after it, fully conscious of the view I'm giving both of them. I pick the bone up and return to the delivery guy. He's become visibly aroused. He takes the bone from me and throws it again. I return to him, expecting this to be a long game, but Sir tells him I've had enough. Sir signs for the packet, and waves him off. Poor guy, how he's going to drive safely, I don't know.

Sir takes my leash and leads me back to the blanket again, attaches my leash to the table leg and he sits back down. I'm having to wait again, and now the packet Sir ordered is in the living room. In full view through the open doors. I'm very bad at waiting, but I try to sit still, on my hands and knees...so as not to disturb Sir.

He pours a second cup of coffee and goes back to his laptop again...I'm becoming restless, and bored and I'm so curious to know what's in the packet. Why isn't he telling me? What could be in I that is so big? I'm still unable to speak with the stupid toy in my mouth, and even if it wasn't, I know he wouldn't answer me until he felt "it was my time..."

A third cup is poured and he's eating a few biscuits. Now I'm curious ánd hungry! I start fidgeting. Shaking my breasts a little to make the bells ring, biting on the toy to make it squeak. Just to get my owner's attention. I notice him looking at me amused, but I'm being ignored. It must have been at least an hour, that I've been sitting here. On top of it all, I feel I have to pee again. The coffee and water from this morning are really starting to show their effect. I start whining a little and Sir looks up from his laptop. "What is it pet? You're really making it hard for me to concentrate" he says. "Usually pets don't bother their owners like this, especially after the lovely walk you've had, it's very ungrateful". I try to tell him I have to pee again, but the bone in my mouth is making it impossible to form eligible sentences. I don't dare take it out though, so I just sigh and resign myself to waiting again. I'm trying to make myself comfortable by switching to a different position, but I accidentally bump into the table. Spilling my owner's coffee over his laptop. He looks at me with a very disapproving expression. He is angry now. Without any further ado, he picks me up and puts me over his knee and gives me so many painful spanks on my ass, I can't even count them. "That will teach you, being so impatient and uncontrolled" Sir says. "Don't you trust I know what's good for you"? He pushes me down off his knees, and I ungracefully land back on the floor, my ass burning.

He grabs my face and growls; "So you want to know what's in the box? Well, I'll show you. But you might regret it". Still, I nod. I'm just too curious. Sir takes my leash, and roughly leads me back inside. He takes a knife, and starts to open the big cardboard box. My heart is pounding. A surprise, for me? But one I might regret? What could it be? As he rips away the cardboard, I can see a big rectangular metal shape start to emerge...metal bars...a door with a big padlock. It's a cage...


To be continued...

[Jaro]

Very nice story I must say and well written. I wonder how far it is from the truth. It seems like a perfect life for you! ;)

[Emrys]

This is very well written. I can't wait to see what else is in store!

[little pet]

Very nice story I must say and well written. I wonder how far it is from the truth. It seems like a perfect life for you! ;)

Thank you! Although we're not together physically, i feel we've already done a lot of the things I described here. The dynamic is the same. Maybe I'll go a bit crazier in part 3...and whatever follows after that. It's still making me a bit nervous, sharing this here. It's not just a story, it's my fantasies ;-)

[little pet]

This is very well written. I can't wait to see what else is in store!

Thank you very much. I've started writing part 3 already. So definitely more to come!

[wolf82]

Thank you very much. I've started writing part 3 already. So definitely more to come!

Look forward to reading that part as well!

[little pet]

I'm awed by the sight of the thick metal bars, the big lock. It even has wheels on it. Sir looks at me. "Well, how do you like your surprise?" He says. I just look at him, dumbfounded. "I thought I would have to wait for a good opportunity to come along before I could use it, but you've just given me one. I couldn't be happier," he said. I still just stare, unable to move or do anything. "It's about time you had some time to think." And with that, he opens the cage door, and tells me to crawl inside.

It's just big enough for me to sit on my hands and knees. Sir slams the door shut with a loud bang and locks it. Teasingly he puts the key on top of the cage, knowing full well I won't be able to use it as my hands are still taped up. I look at him imploringly, but he just smiles and walks away. I try to find a comfortable position, but that's not really possible. Sitting upright doesn't work, nor does laying down. It's just too small. I push against the bars. They don't move an inch. I kick against the door with my foot, but that won't budge either, I'm stuck. Really truly stuck!

I can hear my owner moving around. He's switched on the television and I'm guessing he's made himself comfortable on the couch. I can't see much, because the cage is next to the tv and I'm facing the wall. I'm starting to get frustrated. He's ignoring me and I'm in here, stuck with nothing to do! In anger I spit out the toy that is still in my mouth. I try to look around to see if that causes sir to react, but nothing is happening. So...I sit and wait...really feeling the punishment now. This is much worse than the spanking I'd just had. This is just...nothing... Just when I've reached the point I want to scream in frustration, I feel my bladder start to protest in earnest. I tell Sir that I really really have to go now, but I still get no reaction...nothing. I'm starting to feel more and more desperate and I know I'm not going to be able to hold on for much longer. I squeeze my legs together but it's no use, I can't control myself anymore and I feel warm urine run down my legs onto the floor of the cage. I start to cry. I feel relieved, but so miserable sitting there in my own piss. No getting away from that fact.

I call out to my owner and I hear him approach. He sighs and shakes his head. "Is this your attempt at trying to get out of your cage? Look at the mess you've made of yourself. It's brand new and you decide to piss all over it?" I lower my head, ashamed of myself. But I also feel a little angry, I really couldn't hold it anymore. I ask Sir how he could expect that of me, while he knows I'm bad at it. Sir just says "that's exactly why you need training". "So you're just going to leave me sitting here for another hour or two right? I'm sure you'll enjoy that" I snap, angrily. I try to shift my position, but there's no getting away from the now cold puddle I'm sitting in. "No I'm not." He says. "But you do need a lesson in obedience. For instance; did I give you permission to drop your bone?" I look at him incredulously. I thought he had let that one go. "No Sir, you did not" I tell him. "So? When did you think you were going to pick it up again?" I can't believe I'm being told to put it back in my mouth again. It's covered with piss... I look at Sir and hope he'll have some mercy, but it's clear from his expression there's none to be had. I bend my head down to pick it back up with my mouth and I feel my hair getting wet. And my chin and my lips. The bone is in my mouth and I gag from the taste of my own urine, but I keep it in. Not daring to disobey him again. My hair is dripping now and I don't think I've ever felt so humiliated before. I just sit there...and wait. "Good dog," Sir says as he stands up and walks behind me. Then, suddenly I feel his fingers on my pussy, between my lips, on my clit. "And here I was thinking I was punishing you" he says. "Instead you're being quite the slut aren't you? Your cunt is soaking wet, and not just from pissing yourself". I blush furiously, but I know it's true. I'm a mess, but I'm so very horny.

Sir sighs and says, shaking his head "let's get you cleaned up then. I was watching a nice detective show, but now I have to deal with this mess. To my astonishment, Sir unceremoniously wheels the cage outside where I see him pick up the garden hose. Before I can protest, the cold water hits me. I scream and try to get away from the icy cold blast, but I'm still stuck in my cage. I'm not going anywhere. Sir is rinsing me off thoroughly. Paying special attention to my pussy, making sure to aim the hard jet of water directly at it. Then he turns the pressure a bit lower, and he aims the water at my hair and my face. I half choke on the water that gets into my nose and mouth, but secretly I'm glad that at least the nasty taste is gone from my mouth now. Thankfully, Sir turns the water off and I look at him, dripping wet. "Good, now you're all cleaned up again. You can stay here until you've dried up. At least the sun is shining." With that, he turns, and walks back inside. I shiver a little, though the sun is warm enough. I feel resigned to waiting now. Soon enough I feel myself starting to get dryer and warmer. I suck on the toy as time passes.

After a good while, I hear my owner approach. He bends down, unlocks the cage door and attaches the leash to my collar. "Good pet. You can come out now" he says as he pulls gently on my leash. When I've crawled out, I kneel before him. "Sit up" he tells me and I do. He takes the clamps from my nipples, and I flinch. That hurts, but it's a relief too! He takes off the tape from my hands and the toy from my mouth and I gratefully feel my jaws relaxing. "I see your tail is still a bit wet, we'll have to fix that" Sir says, and leads me to our bedroom. He takes a blow dryer from the cupboard and starts to dry it. Soon it's nice and fluffy again. He also dries my hair a bit more, and I'm allowed to put some wax and hairspray in it "Good, now you're looking like a pretty pet again. Just one thing missing though... I think we'll need to go shopping..."

[little pet]

Shopping! I like the sound of that. Sir walks to the cupboard and I crawl after him, leash in my mouth. I see him starting to pick out clothes for me. A black A-line skirt I haven't seen before, and a low cut black top and a push up bra. No panties, I notice. He unclips my leash and says "Get dressed pet. You can put on some make-up if you like, but the tail stays in your ass".

I apply some eyeliner and mascara and I put on the bra and the top. I have big breasts and the bra gives me an impressive cleavage. "Looks very sexy", I think and I see Sir nod appreciatively. I put on the skirt and I turn around to look at myself in the mirror. To my horror I see that the skirt is so short that it hardly covers my ass. And my big fluffy tail is sticking out from under it! Sir smiles and hands me my new pair of red pumps and says "looks like we're ready to go. You're allowed to walk while we're outside, but you're still my pet". With that, he clips the leash on my collar and pulls me after him, to the door. When we're in the hallway he slaps his forehead "almost forgot. We can't have you walking around with all those sharp teeth longing to bite innocent bystanders." I laugh and roll my eyes, but Sir has a very serious look and takes a black leather panel gag from his pocket. On the inside is a rubber ball, which he puts in my mouth and then he starts to fasten the straps that are on both sides. There are two more straps that cross at the bridge of my nose and then go over the top of my head towards the back of my neck. Sir then attaches a small padlock to close it all shut. "Now you're ready to go" he says and opens the front door.

Every fibre in my body is protesting. I'm outside now, on the street. Exposed, for all to see. It's quit here, but it won't be like that in the city centre. I try to tell Sir that I'm very nervous about this, but hardly any sound comes out from behind my gag. I look at him and try to beg with my eyes. I see a cyclist approaching and I pull on the leash, trying to step back inside. But Sir looks at me and asks again; "do you trust me?" I nod. I do. "Stand up straight, proud" he says and I feel his hand on my back. The cyclist passes by our house and I see her looking, eyes widening and she passes by...riding on, not saying anything. I heave a sigh of relief. That wasn't so bad. "Good pet", Sir says as he closes the front door and he leads me to the car.

The drive to the city isn't too bad. I see a few other drivers look inside the passenger window. They stare, or just look away when they see my gagged face. One even waves and honks,and Sir happily waves back from behind the wheel. Still I'm blushing like crazy when we get out at the parking garage. Now it's real. I feel the wind on my bare ass and pussy and it gives me a pleasant tingle inside. We have to walk up one flight of stairs to reach ground level and I am very aware of the view I'm giving the people behind me. We step outside onto the main street. I hesitate, but Sir keeps my leash taut and just keeps walking. I have no choice but to follow through the crowd of people doing their shopping. I feel their eyes burning in my back as my tail swings with each step I take. I see people nudge each other, pointing at me and I blush even more. My brains are waging a battle between fear and horniness. I want to run away and hide, but at the same time, I am so incredibly turned on by the looks I get. Sir seems to read my thoughts, and he says "check your cunt with a finger". I do...in the middle of the street. It's wet. Dripping wet. "Show me" Sir says, and I hold up my wet fingers. "Good pet" he says and pats my head.

After a short walk, Sir steps inside the local sex shop. I follow him, with a tinge of excitement. What are we doing here? I'm looking at all the stuff on display and I can't help getting even more turned on by all the stuff I see. The woman at the till greets us happily. Sir shakes her hand and I wonder how they know each other. The woman pats me on the head and says "very cute pet you have here" and my face flushes again.
Sir tells me to get on all fours since we're indoors and makes me crawl after him through the shop. We pass by dildos, latex suits, gags, vibrators...but they keep walking further back. I follow of course and wonder what Sir is looking for. "Here we are", the woman says. "I think you'll find some nice ones for her here". She moves to the side and I see a display with animal ears on headbands in all shapes and sizes. The woman grabs one and places it on my head. "Isn't this sweet?" The woman purrs. She directs me to a mirror so I can see. On top of my head are two big red-brown fox ears. They match my tail perfectly. I really look like a pet now! "This is perfect, you can keep them on" Sir smiles. "Now for the other things on my list. You can stay here and admire yourself" and he ties my leash to a ring next to the mirror and walks off with the woman. I hear them laughing and I'm curious about what they're discussing. While I wait for them to return, I check myself in the mirror again. I'm still feeling very uneasy being out and about like this, but what I see turns me on so much. I wanted to be Sir's pet. And now I really am, for everyone to see.

I hear Sir and the woman return. He's holding a plastic bag in his hand and I can't make out what it is. He sees me eyeing the bag, but ignores me. Instead, he pays the woman and then comes back to untie my leash. He leads me back to the door and tells me I'm allowed to stand up again. I do and the woman gives me another pat on the head. She says goodbye to Sir, and wishes him fun with his purchase. I see Sir flash her an enigmatic smile.

Back on the street Sir says "you must be hungry by now, let's go have lunch!" I nod and we walk on through the crowded street. We enter a café and Sir asks the waiter for a table. It is crowded in here too. The waiter looks at me with a puzzled glance, but he leads us to our table. He starts to pull out a chair for me, but Sir says "my pet will sit on the floor. Could you fill her a plastic bowl with water?" I look at my owner, astonished. Did he really expect me to eat on the floor, in public? At home, I was used to it. But here...?! The waiter is watching me. Everyone is watching me, probably to see what will happen next. I feel my checks burn even more than before. Sir just looks at me and says "sit".

I get down on all fours, not daring to look at anyone. Sir strokes my cheek and ties my leash to the table leg. "Good girl" he says. He sighs and leans back in his chair, kicks out his legs and sighs again "shopping is hard work, isn't it?"

To be continued...

[wolf82]

Like I commented on the blog post version of this - LOVE IT!!!

Cannot wait for part 5!

[little pet]

Like I commented on the blog post version of this - LOVE IT!!!

Cannot wait for part 5!

Thank you very much. More to follow soon!

[sir stefan]

Welll, unavoidably i guess i need to react.
I am happy to have a pet that is such a brilliant writer.

My pet is on vacation with very limited interenet. I gave her the task to write about our relation "july 2017" as if social barriers (public, friends,...) don't exist. But still write things that she could (maybe) like to experience or explore.

To motivate a bit i write her a short morningstory daily.

Actually..... Its fantasy..... But we explore these things to some extend for real

Its really amazing and hot my pet can write. And i can assure....... This is fuel for our relation..........

[endersgame]

this is quite an impressive tale

[little pet]

this is quite an impressive tale

I see what you did there :p

Thank you! More to follow soon!

[little pet]

I sit at my owner's feet. All I can see thankfully, are other people's feet around me. When I dare to look around I see some people stealing glances at me and whispering amongst each other. I quickly look at the floor again. That way I can at least pretend they're not there.
The waiter arrives, he has a nice cold beer for my owner, and a dog bowl filled with water for me. He puts them both on the table and walks off. Sit gets up and takes my bowl. He places the bowl behind me on the floor, so I have to turn around to be able to drink. I blush, because this way I'll be giving all the customers a clear view of my ass. The short skirt doesn't do anything to cover it while kneeling down. Sir unlocks the padlock on my gag and takes it off. I try to stall drinking from the bowl, but I find that the shopping has made me really thirsty. So I bend down to slurp the water with my mouth, fully consious of my backside being on display. Sir seems to sense this and starts to play with my tail. Tugging on it a little, lifting it up every now and then. I like the sensations this causes, but I feel very ashamed that everyone can see my wet cunt. Still, I don't dare move. Sir has ordered me to stay, so I do.
The waiter comes by to take our order. Sir orders a salad with salmon and shrimps, and bread on the side. My stomach rumbles, I'm hungry! I notice he's not ordering anything else, and I hope I'll get to eat something.
When the waiter returns with the food, Sir picks up my now empty bowl and chucks some salad, feta cheese and fish in. He puts it back on the floor in front of me and I eat. It's tasty, although eating salad like this isn't easy. I'm making quite a mess. The dressing sticks to my chin and cheeks and the salmon is so slippery, it's a struggle to get it in my mouth. Now my nose is covered with the dressing as well. I look up at Sir and laughing hard, he makes a big ceremony of cleaning my face with a napkin.

After lunch, Sir puts the gag back in and leads me to the door. Only there am I allowed to stand up. Sir says it's time to back home, since we've got what we came here for. On the walk back through the park I'm allowed to do a very embarrassing pee against a tree and we head back to the car.

Once back at home I feel great relief to be back indoors. The whole experience made me horny, excited, embarrassed but proud of myself. And Sir is too, he tells me. I have to take my clothes off, but leave the tail and my new ears. Since I've been such a good pet he takes off the gag and tells me I can spend the afternoon on my comfy blanket with lots of pillows in the office, next to his desk. He has some work to do and I'm allowed to take a nap or use my iPad. Sir attaches my leash to a hook on his desk and takes a vibrator out of his pocket. It has a remote control, which he puts next to his keyboard. The other end, he fixes unto my clit with tape. I lay down and make myself comfortable. Now I realise how tiring the whole ordeal has been and soon I start to drift off.

I must have been sleeping a while, but I wake when I feel a pleasurable sensation in my pussy. Sir has turned the vibrator on. It's on low, but it's a very pleasant feeling. Sir keeps on typing so I close my eyes again, enjoying the sensations. Just when I start to drift off, the vibrator gets turned up a notch. I moan, this is nice! Now sleeping will be impossible. I look up at sir, but he stoically continues with his work. Since sleeping isn't going to happen, I decide to switch my iPad back on. I try to read a little, but concentrating is impossible. I sigh and moan and don't know what to do. The vibrations are not hard enough to achieve an orgasm (not that I have permission), but not soft enough to let me focus on anything but my cunt.

Suddenly Sir stands up and says "nap time is over. Time to make preparations for dinner". I sigh. I'm so horny now, but I guess there will be no relief. It's already been a week since I had last been granted an orgasm. This is pure torture! To my surprise, the vibrator stays on and Sir puts the remote control in his pocket. I crawl behind him to the kitchen. "Tonight I'm having some friends over for dinner. You don't know them, they're former colleagues of mine with whom I sometimes play cards. You can help me lay the table." Alarmed, I look up at Sir. "Will I be allowed to get dressed sir?" I ask. Sir smiles; "do pets wear clothes? Or sit at the table with the humans?" He asks. "No Sir" I shake my head. He turns the vibrator up to three and I shudder from the pleasure I feel. Sir takes a tablecloth from the kitchen cupboard and puts it between my teeth. He takes the napkins and tells me to bring it to the dining room table. He arranges everything neatly, while I start to breathe heavily from all the stimulation my cunt is receiving. Sir lifts up my tail and remarks that I'm horny enough now. With that, he turns the vibrator off and I let out a frustrated moan. "Time to fetch the rest!"

I help him bring all the rest off the stuff to the table and Sir seems content that everything is in order. Except..."I'm missing only one thing" Sir remarks. "At dinner parties there's always a centrepiece. A flower arrangement or a beautiful candelabra...I don't have any of those." He's pondering a moment, and then I see him eyeing me. "Except... Perfect! Stay, pet" he says as he walks off.
When Sir returns, he's holding a big coil of dark red rope. "I've decided that, though pets aren't allowed at the table, I'll make an exception for tonight. I've forgotten to buy a candle holder, but you will do nicely". I stare at him, confused. "Stand up", he orders. I obey and Sir pulls my hands behind my back and start to tie them up, using the rope. He also ties my elbows together until they almost touch. Playfully, he pinches and pulls my nipples until I flinch. He smiles and says "get up on the table." I'm not sure how to do that with my hands tied together, but Sir helps me and almost lifts me up himself.

He lays me down on my belly in the middle of the table and starts to tie my ankles together. He removes the vibrator by ripping off the duct tape that's on my pussy. I give a yelp and I see Sir smile again. Then he ties a rope around my waist and threads the length of rope from my front between my legs, over my pussy and loops it through the rope that's around my waist at the back. He then connects the rope to my ankles which he's pushed down towards my buttocks and releases them. I give another yelp! The rope is being pulled tight between my labia and I feel the pressure on my clit. It also tightens around the plug from the tail that is still in my ass. I try to lay still, because it's very uncomfortable. Sir notices of course and runs a finger over the bottom of my feet. Immediately I start squirming. I'm very ticklish and I try to get my feet away from his fingers. This makes the crotch rope tighten painfully of course and I try to stop moving. But it's impossible. Sir continues to tickle me. I giggle involuntarily. My feet, my sides, my thighs. I squirm and scream and Sir is clearly enjoying himself. I beg for mercy again and again and finally he stops. I'm sweating now and panting from the exertion. My pussy hurts from the chafing of the rope and I'm grateful I get to lay still again. "Good, my centre piece is ready" Sir remarks and walks off towards the kitchen.

I hear him moving around. Clattering witch pans and cutlery, turning on the oven probably. He must be cooking a feast. Meanwhile, I just lie there and try to get comfortable. I struggle against the ropes, but I'm tied tightly. There's no getting out of this hogtie. I'm wondering what Sir has in store for me. Why am I on the table for gods sake? And what will the guests think!? I'd forgotten all about them! Now it's starting to dawn on me... I'll probably be laying here on the table while they eat. Naked, exposed, helpless. I'm starting to struggle again and apparently Sir thinks I'm being to noisy because I see him approaching me holding my ball gag. I press my lips together, but Sir pinches a nipple painfully. When I cry out in pain, He shoves the gag into my mouth and quickly buckles it in the back. Without saying anything he walks off again. I'm angry now. I try to curse but only unintelligible noise comes from behind the my gag. I sigh...nothing to do but lay there. Waiting...again...

[little pet]

After a while Sir returns carrying a big basket with bread and cheese. He sets it down on the table and looks at me for a while. He runs his fingernails over my ass and I shudder. He pulls a little on the rope that runs through my legs, and I groan. He looks at his watch "almost time, everything's ready." He takes a black scarf from his pocket and blindfolds me. I groan again. Now I won't be able to see what goes on.

A while later, I hear the doorbell ring and the door is being opened. I hear my owner greet the visitors and invite them in. I hear a male and a female voice, maybe more that one. I tense. They'll be coming into the room soon...

"Awww what a cute pet you've got, and so nicely secured as well" I hear the woman say. I feel a hand stroke my ass and my back, is it my owner's? Or one of the guests? The male voice says "you haven't exaggerated, this is good decoration for dinner". Sir invites them to sit down and I hear him pour some glasses, with the wine probably.
I lay, silently listening to the chatting and the clinking of glasses. I'm pondering about the view they must have. Suddenly my head is pulled back by my hair and I let out a moan. I feel Sir's hands on me and he gathers my hair up into a ponytail. It's tied up, and then I feel his hands on my ankles. I feel a rope being threaded through the rope there and I feel my ponytail being pulled backwards. Now I can't lower my head anymore, it's secured to my ankles.

After 10 minutes like this, my neck and shoulders are starting to strain from the position I'm in. I moan and groan and i can't stop it. Around me I hear laughing and talking. I hear cutlery scrape over plates. I start to struggle again, but I can't get comfortable. Suddenly I hear a whip crack, and my left buttock stings like hell. "Table decorations aren't supposed to make such noise, it's very distracting for the guests" I hear Sir say. I groan again in frustration, and now the whip lands on my right buttock. Then I feel fingers run over my pussy and I sigh in pleasure. My clit is being massaged thoroughly and I start to feel the beginning of an orgasm again. The room has gone quit and I realise I'm probably being watched by the visitors. I feel my cheeks burn, but I can help enjoying the stimulation. Suddenly the fingers are gone, the crotch rope put back into place. Now the wet fingers are on my face, on my lips, around the ball gag. "You're a horny little slut aren't you?" Sir whispers in my ear. I groan again, my pussy missing the fingers already. They're gone, and I hear the chatting continue. Time seems to fade now. I keep struggling to get comfortable and every now and then I'm being surprised with a slap of the whip.

To my surprise i suddenly feel my hair being freed and my crotch rope untied." My ankles fall down to the table and and I'm grateful for the relief. Then I feel two pairs of strong hands lift me from the table and put me on my feet. Someone holds me upright, for which I'm grateful because my wrists and ankles are still tied together. I hear Sir say "follow me pet" and he grabs both my nipples and pulls me after him. I give a shriek through my gag and I have no choice but to hop after him. I can't see where I'm going with the blindfold on. So I'll just have to trust him. "Time to play some cards" sir declares when we've stopped. "Oh and maybe for some extra entertainment, I'll show you the gift I bought for my pet. But you'll have to be patient. First I need to find a good table for our game."

My arms and ankles are being freed from the rope and I rub my wrists. I want to reach up to remove my blindfold, but I hear Sir's stern voice telling me no. "I do not remember giving you permission to remove it, did I?" I shake my head no and quickly lower my hands. "Get on all fours. Now!" He orders and I obey. "Good, that's our table sorted. Stay still pet and keep your back straight, or you will spoil our game." I'm puzzled by what is going on. I feel several things being placed on my back and someone is shuffling cards from the sound of it.
"Now for the additional entertainment" Sir declares, as I feel him put something on my nipples and on my labia as well. They must be clamps, although they don't really hurt me. After some more fiddling he says "this should be fun, it's voice activated".

Apparently the card game has begun and I feel hands on my back, putting cards down or picking them up. Suddenly, the woman laughs and I feel a hard jolt of electricity shoot through my nipples and my pussy. I feel my muscles spasm involuntary and I cry out from the shock. Immediately another jolt follows. I cry out again and I receive another shock. And then I remember..."it" is voice activated. Meaning that if "it" picks up enough noise, a shock will be delivered! That's what Sir bought in the shop. Some electric unit to torture his pet with! I couldn't help but move when I received the shocks and now I hear them complaining about having to pick all the cards from the floor. Sir says "I told you to stay still didn't I?" This causes another jolt and I try not to cry out, I try to stay still. It's not easy but I manage.

The game has started again and soon they're really starting to get into it. Not so nice for me, because they're starting to get louder and more vocal. I flinch every time I receive a shock. Still I manage to keep my position. "Is it on the highest setting?" Asks the female voice. "Not by far" I hear my owner say loudly. Fuck! Another, more intense shock shoots through my nipples and cunt. I cry out and receive another, more painful shock! I can't keep still anymore and my hands are going towards the clamps. I want this to stop!
Before I can get to them though, I feel my hands being grabbed and they're cuffed behind my back. I'm still on my knees, shoulders and face pressed onto the ground. "You've spoiled our card game now" says Sir. "You're not a very good table are you?" I shake my head no. I'm crying now. "Do you remember me telling you that you'd get punished if you moved?" He asks. I still shake my head, it's not fair! It's impossible to stay still with so many volts going through the most sensitive parts of my body! I hear the voices of the guests asking Sir if maybe he should have mercy on me. But Sir answers them that he knows I'm in pain but that he knows it makes me incredibly horny. To prove his point, he lifts up my tail and spreads my labia. "See, dripping wet." I hear them say "very impressive" and "quite the painslut, isn't she?" "And that's exactly why she needs punishment" says Sir. "She's liking this way too much and she's ruined our game by moving around because of it".

Suddenly I feel a hard slap on my ass. And then a shock! Sir has hit me with a whip or a paddle or something like that. The sound from the slap has set the electric device off. I receive another hard slap and another shock. This one more painful. I cry out and yet another shock goes through me.
I lose track of the number of strokes and shocks I receive. It hurts like hell but it also sends wave after wave of pleasure through me. I end up in some sort of trance. I feel a vibrator being pressed hard against my clit while the strokes and shocks are still coming. The waves keep building and building and then I don't know anything anymore. My whole body just explodes with pleasure over and over again...

When I've regained my wits a little, I notice the shocks have stopped. The handcuffs are off and so is my gag. My head is on Sir's lap and he's stroking my hair. The blindfold is still on and I'm grateful for that. I don't want to return to the present just yet. I feel a glass being pressed against my lips and I drink greedily from the water that's in it. I can hear the guests talking with Sir and complimenting me on being such a brave pet.
For the rest of the evening I'm allowed to stay at my owner's feet, while he feeds me pieces of cheese and sips of wine. I can't see anything of what's going on, but I don't mind. I'm comfortable in my own little post orgasmic world.

When the guests have gone, Sir takes my leash and says "time for bed, little pet". He takes off my blindfold and leads my outside for a pee and then to my blanket next to his bed. I lay down and Sir even gives me an extra pillow. He pats my head and whispers "good girl". And with that I drift off to sleep.

[wolf82]

You already know what I'm about to say, but I still must say it ...

Absolutely love the new additions to the story!

[little pet]

Thanks for reading. It's so nice to see people are really following my stories and enjoying them!

[sir stefan]

Thanks for reading. It's so nice to see people are really following my stories and enjoying them!

And it's so nice that i am the lucky guy who can explore these thoughts with you

Juli-2017....... Wow...... What a future.........

Super-pet :)

[BabyWeirdo]

Please keep these up - I'm loving this story! You're a fantastic writer

[little pet]

Please keep these up - I'm loving this story! You're a fantastic writer

Thank you very much. More to follow soon!

[little pet]

I awake in the morning and the sun is shining through the windows. I sit up and see that Sir has already gotten up. I hear noises coming from the kitchen and I figure he must be preparing breakfast. My leash is still tied to the bed, so I'll have to stay until Sir comes to get me. I notice that the headband with my new ears has fallen off in the night, so I put it back on. It feels as if it belongs there already, just like my tail. Sir walks into the bedroom, clearly in a happy mood. "Good morning little pet, how was your night?" He asks me. I tell him I've slept like a baby and I feel well rested. "Good!" He says. "Are you ready for breakfast?" I nod my head, I'm very hungry!

This morning I got oatmeal with fresh fruit for breakfast. It's a bit difficult to eat from the bowl, but I'm learning. "Tasty?" Asks Sir. "Yes, very tasty Sir, thank you" I reply.
"I don't happen to know any pets that use letters or grammar to show their pleasure, do you?" He asks. I shake my head no. "What do puppies do when they're excited?" In response, I shake my ass to make my tail wag. "Very good dog!" Sir compliments me. "So, is your breakfast tasty pet?" I wag my tail again and he looks very satisfied.

After breakfast Sir takes me for my morning walk. He unties my leash from the kitchen table and leads me to the garden and out through the gates, to the path that leads inside the forest behind our house. Luckily there's grass everywhere we go, so that I don't hurt my knees, crawling behind Sir. He picks out a nice tree so I can pee. I'm relieved, though I'm still feeling very shy with Sir watching me. Especially out in the open.

After my walk, Sir tells me that he needs to meet a client and he'll be gone for a few hours. There's enough water in my bowl in the kitchen. I'm allowed to be off my leash during that time and I can do what I like, as long as I stay on my knees and use the tree if I need to relieve myself. To keep me from causing trouble, Sir shows me another purchase he's made in the sex shop yesterday; leather bondage mittens without fingers, so my whole hands are encased when I'm wearing them. Sir puts them on me, they're a snug fit. He puts a padlock through each of the buckles at my wrists, so I can't take them off. "Now you have perfect little paws" Sir smiles, as he pats my head and says he'll be back before lunch.

The front door closes and I'm alone now. I sit for a while, thinking about what to do while Sir is out. My iPad is useless, now that I can't use my fingers and so is the computer. Reading a book won't work either. I crawl into the garden, but today is cloudy and humid, so I quickly go back inside. I see the remote control on the coffee table and I decide that I'll watch tv while Sir is out. With some trouble I manage to switch on the television and even pick the right channel. I sit down on my blanket and relax. This is nice, after yesterday's exertions. Fortunately, there's a nice documentary on, and I spend two hours watching that.

When the commercial break comes up, I crawl into the kitchen to drink some water but I notice I'm hungry too, only there's nothing in my food bowl. Sir has said he'd be back for lunch, but that's still at least two hours away! With one paw I manage to open a cupboard and I see some leftover biscuits and chocolate from yesterday's dinner party. The very dark chocolate I really like! I didn't get any, because I was otherwise engaged of course. I try to take out the chocolate from the wrapper but with my hands useless, I drop it on the floor. Now there's chocolate crumbs everywhere. Damn! I'm not allowed to snack. I'd been a little out of shape lately and Sir has me maintaining a healthy eating regime. I'm only allowed to have what he feeds me. Now he's going to find out for certain that I've been in the cupboards. "What the hell" I think, "he's going to know anyways, might as well enjoy it". I eat some chocolate from the floor and put the rest back in the cupboard as neatly as I can.

After my snack I feel I need to pee again, so I head out to my tree, it's started raining by now and I shiver a little. I hurry back inside and lay back down on my soft blanket to watch some more tv.
After a little while, I hear the key in the lock. I hurry to the front door to greet my owner. He walks in with a big smile and pats my head. I'm feeling terrible now, guilty after my secret snack. I see Sir study my face, but he says nothing. He clips the leash to my collar and heads for the kitchen. "Let's have lunch shall we? And we can talk about our mornings". I nod and crawl after him. He ties my leash to the kitchen table again and starts to take out some bread. I see him eyeing the floor where I had spilled the chocolate, but still he says nothing. While preparing the sandwiches, he talks happily about a very successful meeting and says he's proud of me for being such a well behaved pet. I'm feeling miserable, and when Sir puts my sandwich in front of me I don't eat it.

"Something you want to tell me pet?" Sir asks and looks at me with a stern expression. "And yes, you can talk like a real person now". I tell him about the chocolate, that I was really hungry and that I felt I had deserved a treat after yesterday. But also that I am very sorry now and that I feel guilty for breaking this rule. Sir says nothing. He just stares at me and I feel myself shrink under his gaze. Then he unties my leash, and tells me to crawl in front of him to the garden. "But it's raining Sir," I stammer. He says nothing, instead he gives me a kick to my butt with his shoe, so I quickly crawl outside.

There is a dirt patch where the grass won't grow in the garden and he tells me to sit there on my knees. It's gone muddy now so I hesitate, but another kick to my backside convinces me to sit down anyway. "Hands behind your back!" Sir orders, and I quickly obey. I see him take out a pair of handcuffs and he claps them on my wrists. "Ass up, face down" he orders now and pushes my head towards the ground. Now my face is covered in dirt as well. I try to sit up a little, but he pushes me back down with a shoe on my back. "Stay there"! He orders and I do, shivering for real now. He ties my leash to a fence post that is close by and walks off, taking the headband with the pretty ears that I dropped while crawling there with him.
I feel tears rolling down my cheeks now, joining the raindrops on the muddy ground. I feel like such a fuck-up now. I know I shouldn't have gone behind Sir's back. I know I should have told him immediately but I didn't. He's clearly very angry with me and I can't blame him.

After I've been sitting there like that for what seems an eternity, I see my owner's feet approach. They stop in front of me. "Sit up" he says and I try. It's not easy in this position, but I manage. He grabs my chin and forces me to look at him as he asks "did you have some time to think while you were here?"

I start to open my mouth to speak but he stops me. "I don't want to hear any of your excuses. It's clear you deserved a severe punishment do you agree?" I nod my head yes.
"Pets obey their owners and try to make them proud don't they? Pets wait patiently to be fed because they realise their owner knows what's best for them don't they?" I can only nod. "Do pets go behind their owners back to eat shit so their arse will get fat?" I shake my head no.
"That's right, that's what pigs do, don't they? With that, he grabs my tail and pulls the butt plug from my ass. He holds it up in front of me and tells me to open my mouth. He shoves the plug in until I gag and orders me to keep it there. "That's very fitting. You wanted to eat shit? There you go. And make sure you clean it well."
I've started crying again, but he's not done. "You don't deserve that pretty tail in your ass right now. Dirty piggies don't look nice, do they? They eat shit and wallow around in the mud just like you're doing now." I shake my head once more. It's all I can do.

"I've decided that you'll stay there and think about what you have done. When I think you're done I'll let you back inside, but I don't know when that will be yet. Time will tell." He says. He takes the butt plug from my mouth and walks back towards the patio doors. "Oh and if you need to piss or shit, I'm sure you can find a nice spot for yourself."

I see my owner walk back inside and I'm left here, outside. Even more humiliated than I thought I could be. I struggle with the handcuffs, but of course they won't budge. The leash is tightly secured to the fence so I'm not going anywhere. Even my fingers are useless with the mittens still on. My knees are getting tired from the position I've been in so I sit down and spread my legs in front of me. The mud feels horrible and squishy and I feel itchy all over. The drizzle doesn't let up and I get wetter and dirtier by the minute. Fortunately it's not very cold out today.
I can see my owner walk around inside and I long to be there at his feet. I want him to be proud of me, but now I've really messed that up. I feel I've totally deserved this punishment, but I'm also feeling a little sorry for myself. I'm wet, dirty an hungry. I must have been here for a few hours now. And I don't want to be a stupid fucking pig, I want to be my owner's cute little pet. Damn, why have I been so stupid?

Suddenly I see the back door open and Sir steps out. He's holding my bowl and a bottle of water. I'm glad that at least I'll get something to eat now, since I've missed lunch. To my surprise, he chucks the contents of the bowl on the muddy ground in front of me. "It's some leftover spaghetti from yesterday's dinner." He says. "Eat up, and you can be grateful you get to eat you anything at all". I struggle to bend down, with my hands cuffed behind my back. I try not to take mouthfuls of dirt as I eat the cold spaghetti off the ground. I gag at the taste but I eat it all up, not wanting to disappoint Sir again. "Tasty?" He asks me, just like this morning. I only dare to nod, but he is having none of it. "Do pigs nod their heads in reply?" I just look at my owner, knowing what he wants me to do. I don't want to, it's too degrading. But he's unrelenting. He asks again if it's tasty and I snort in reply, not wanting to look at him. "Good piggy" he says and he fills the empty bowl with water and orders me to drink. I do, and I'm glad to get rid of the dirt in my mouth.
Without another word, he walks off again.

[BabyWeirdo]

I love it xD this is fantastic, you're a fantastic writer and I hope you never stop!

[Nick wild]

Love it so far... Fingers crossed that there is a bath scene with master after the punishment is over.

[little pet]

You've read my mind :-). But the punishment is not done yet... Maybe afterwards...

[little pet]

My back is starting to hurt from the uncomfortable position I've been in all afternoon. I give up, and just lay down on my side and try to curl up a little. Not giving a damn about getting dirty anymore. Thankfully the rain has stopped now. The evening sun is even starting to come out.
I see Sir walk outside with a steaming cup of what I presume is coffee. My mouth starts to water...coffee, I'd like that. But it's not for me of course. I see him sink down on the lounge set and clearly enjoy his drink. I look at him, willing him to pay attention to me, but he doesn't even give me so much as a glance. I just wait, that's all I can do. When Sir's finished his coffee, I see him get up and walk toward me. I'm grateful, but also a little afraid of what's in store. I see him holding something pink. And the cane...

"So, have you thought about your mistake?" He asks. I start to nod, but then I remember...and give a snort instead. Immediately my face goes red again. I hate this! This is just so degrading. "So what are you?" He demands. I snort again and he nods, "yes, a dirty little pig. I've just got the perfect tail for you" he beams and he holds up a pink butt plug in the shape of a curled pig's tail. "I got this at the store yesterday as well, in case you'd screw up." I look at him, alarmed. "Yes of course I knew you'd make a mistake sooner or later. Too much freedom isn't good for pets", he says. Without further ado, he puts the plug against my ass, and pushes it in. I give a groan, this one is clearly a bit larger than my pretty fluffy tail, but it slides in without much of a problem.

I see Sir step back and look at me with a smirk on his face; "I must say you really look the part now". He takes off my handcuffs and unties my leash. "Crawl around a little, show it off for me". I do my best, on my hands and knees in the dirt. I must look ridiculous with this obscene pink tail sticking out from between my buttocks and I hate it. I feel it wiggling with every move I make. It makes me want to curl up into a ball and hide. But I now see Sir take out the cane. "You could be a little more enthusiastic in my opinion" he says and gives me a hard whack on my ass with the cane. I try to pick up my pace, but another sharp sting from the cane bites my ass. I keep trying to get away from it, but the strokes keep coming as Sir commands me to crawl around or roll over in the mud. My backside is covered in angry red stripes, from my thighs to the top of my butt. Now and then he flicks the tail with the end of the cane and I feel my cunt react to the sensation that causes. I can't believe myself, here I'm being punished and degraded worse than I've ever been before, and I'm getting wet because of it! Sir seems to read my mind. The caning stops and he roughly inspects my cunt. I let out a moan and I push against his hand, wanting more. He quickly retracts his hand and gives my cunt a few hard slaps. "Wow, you're quite the character aren't you. Even now you manage to get horny" he says as he puts his fingers in my mouth and makes me lick my own cunt juices off. I just nod, broken but horny, not caring about my dignity anymore.
"I think you're ready now. It seems you've learnt your lesson" Sir says and he clips my leash to my collar. "You can come back inside, but not in this state of course". He leads me to the outdoor tap and attaches the garden hose. I shiver in anticipation, knowing how cold it's going to be. But I'm also glad to get clean again. This time though, he fills a bucket and gets a big brush and a bar of soap. He lathers up the brush and begins to thoroughly clean the dirt off. The brush is very course and rough on my skin and it scrapes and tickles. My sides are especially sensitive and I squirm. Sir clearly doesn't have mercy, not even on my breasts and nipples. When he's finished, they're bright red and very sensitive. Now and then he pulls on them, or give them a flick and I jump at his touch. Suddenly he empties the bucket over me and I scream. Now it is cold!

Sir fills the bucket with clean water and starts scrubbing my ass. This is painful, it's still very tender from the caning, but Sir says he doesn't want filthy pets in the house. I grit my teeth and just try to endure. "Now you're starting to look like my pet again" he says and thankfully, he takes the butt plug out. He continues to scrub my ass and then goes downwards, towards my cunt. I shiver, it's a strange but very pleasurable sensation. It's rough and it hurts, but I moan in pleasure. Sir doesn't stop and I feel myself getting close to an orgasm. Sir has noticed of course and tells me; "Careful pet, you don't want to get punished for orgasming without permission now, do you? That would be very, very bad!" I nod, I know....but it's hard to ignore the warmth that is spreading, the waves that are building up again. I ask Sir for permission to cum, but he says nothing. He just keeps on going. I ask again, begging now "please Sir! May I please cum!?" He says nothing, just stops abruptly and dumps the contents of the bucket over me again. The cold water brings me back to earth in an instant and I look at my owner with a sour expression. I see a big grin on his face as he turns to put the bucket away.

"Now you're ready to come back inside pet. Your hair is still a mess, but that's nothing a warm bath can't fix". He takes my leash and I crawl after him to the bathroom. He tells me to get into the bathtub and takes off the mittens. I wiggle my fingers and run them through my hair. It's filthy indeed. Sit turns on the tap and now the water is lovely and hot. I sigh in pleasure as he starts to rinse out my hair. He's gentle now. Stroking my head, running his fingers through my hair to wash out all the dirt. Then he puts in shampoo and massages my scalp a little. This feels so good, so comfortable after the afternoon outside. He fills up the bath and puts some scented oil in the water and tells me to lay back and relax. He stays with me now, as I feel my eyes close and he strokes my hair and my face as he tells me how proud he is of me now that the punishment is over. That I'm his cute, pretty pet again and it makes me feel so very happy.

After the bath, Sir dries me off with a big soft towel. I brush my teeth and drink some water. "Time for bed pet" he says and takes my leash. We go into the bedroom and on my blanket at the foot of the bed I see the pretty fluffy tail and the cute headband with the fox ears. "I'm guessing you missed these a little" Sir asks. I nod, oh yes I definitely have! With the tail in place again, and the ears back on my head, Sir ties the leash to the foot of the bed and I curl up on my blanket. Almost immediately, my eyes close. I vaguely hear Sir tell me good night and pat my head...and then I'm asleep. Gone.

[wolf82]

Fantastic as always.

I really enjoy the twists and turns and not having the slightest clue where this story could be heading next.

[sir stefan]

It sure is fantastic.
It's a fantasy.
But there is also reality.
It is so great to explore together with you..

[little pet]

Fantastic as always.

I really enjoy the twists and turns and not having the slightest clue where this story could be heading next.

Thank you!

I'm not sure myself actually... We'll see ;)

[little pet]

It sure is fantastic.
It's a fantasy.
But there is also reality.
It is so great to explore together with you..

Thank you sir. Oh yes, lots of the story comes from reality actually. And exploring further is hot!

[yourkikslave]

This is wonderful! I love reading it and I am excited for more!

[little pet]

Thank you! Maybe there will... I enjoy writing very much

[little pet]

I've decided I've made myself horny enough writing this, that I also needed to make an illustration to accompany this story. i hope you enjoy!

[sir stefan]

I've decided I've made myself horny enough writing this, that I also needed to make an illustration to accompany this story. i hope you enjoy!

Well,......
This is truly amazing.
Your illustration is amazingly beautiful.
And to actually make it and post it is great and brave.

Again,....
I guess everybody is now beyond belief jealous at me.
You're my well owned super-pet.

Mhhh, i guess you're well motivating.me to make sure you will be on leash all the time. Need to make sure i don't loose you.
And I'm afraid i will have to cage you well locked when i am away.
Not only to prevent you from running away, but especially because i am afraid there is a high risk that my precious pet gets stolen.

[little pet]

Thank you Sir!

Hmm caged for my own protection huh...
That is actually a very sweet and cute thing to say :D

[churroboy101]

absolutely love this, i just read them all

[little pet]

absolutely love this, i just read them all

Thank you, glad you enjoyed!

[Nick wild]

If master took his pup to the vet, that could be interesting...

[sexualfeelings]

I would like to see that the pet doesn't mess up and is a good girl for a time, that way she could be rewarded.

[little pet]

If master took his pup to the vet, that could be interesting...

Thanks for reading! And for your suggestions.

Some interesting things come to mind when thinking about such a visit. But what I write about in this story is purely about my own fantasies. Maybe some other time I might write another story with such elements in it ;)

[little pet]

I would like to see that the pet doesn't mess up and is a good girl for a time, that way she could be rewarded.

Thanks for your reaction. Don't worry about the pet too much though. This is exactly as the pet likes things to be :)

[sir stefan]

My pet allowed me to write a chapter on her story-thread, thanks.

The story sofar is the fantasy of my pet. She got to write it as an assignment to fantasize about her life with me 1 year from now. It is a fantasy, but with a wish to reality if RL-limitations would not exsist. It is a fantasy that we like to get close to.

Last friday she fucked up. She totally forgot about weighting herself in the morning and sharing her weight. She totally forgot telling me her clothing after getting dressed. Last 3 weeks had been a bit low on our play due to vacations. I wanted to take the opportunity to bring back the discipline.

At lunch I contacted her on hangouts. I teased her, I let her feel miserable for forgetting about her sir, for forgetting the sir who thinks about her all the time and never forgets her. I even questioned whether she could not better look for an other master, but that threat hit her very hard. I regretted it and I promised myself never to use that threat again.

After lunch I commanded her to get all stuff we would need, to strip naked, and to kneel in front of the kitchentable with ballgag and bellss on her nipples. Also she got her tail in. She would be caned.
I had decided for a quite raw caning, a caning with not much distraction, a real punishement. She started with 10 strokes on left asscheeck, 10 on right, 10 on left and 10 on right. Then she got a little pause during which she was allowed to touch her pussy and clit, a short relax.
An other 20 strokes on each asscheek: 10 on right, 10 on left, 10 on right and 10 on left.
Then I let her kneed her breasts as intermission.
And again 20 strokes, 10 left, 10 right, 10 left and 10 right.
An other short intermission touching her pussy, touching her clit.

Caning is severe. I always set a fixed number before a session for mere reason that I don't want to get taken away with a scene and inflict a punishment I would later regret. I had set the target for today to 60 per asscheek. I knew 60 would be a fierce punishment. However,... I realized that today would be the day to strengthen our relation. As said, things had cooled down a bit due to vacations. My pet likes a strict master. Today I would proof myself again.
No, I was not getting taken away with the scene. I was paying full attention. My pet clearly had had an intense caning upto this point. Stopping now would leave her with a well punished feeling. But stopping now would not let her feel pushed. I like to push her, and she likes to be pushed. She likes to look back and feel having made a step.
I decided to give her 10 or 20 more on each side. Certainly not more. 80 was the most she had had so far and I was not prepared to go over that number with an "on the scene" decision.

She got an other 10 on each cheek. I was paying full attention. I was pushing her. I wanted to push, but not too far. I was paying full attention... would I give the final 10's? or would this 10 be enough? It looked like OK. It looked like harsh but still OK, She got the last 10 on each side as well.

I clearly could feel this was enough. But I wanted to push her further.
I let her play with her clit. I let her play, just like between the other rounds. And then I slowly typed again: "and now......".
She was afraid now... She started to beg....
This was soo hot. She clearly did not want anymore. I knew continuing would be bad. I knew continuing would be a push too far. But I also felt she would cane herself more if I asked... This was soo hot...
Then I told her she could stop.
(and also told her that that was not because of her begging :))

Her punishment was not over. The next phase however would be a real love/hate. She would get punished, but she would become so overly horny.

I let her enact the picture she had draw herself. I let her play the picture that she had worked on for about 2 hours. I let her do the picture that was engraved in her mind already.

She could remove the bells from her nipples but the ballgag would stay. Her kitchentable would mimic the cage (the kitchentable was already used as cage for 3 hours during an earlier scene so that would be a very real feeling). I let her connect a leash from her collar to the table. She got socks on her pawns and a bowl in front of her. I let her drape her tail nicely over her back. Yes she bought a tail 3 days ago. It is exactly as on the picture. She got a blanket to protect her knees, and then I told her to kneel with nose pressed to the floor.

I had made a custom script for the cornertime-app <<here>> (https://cornertime.herokuapp.com/custom/VJ3xlIp_b), she would have to do 20 minutes but the cornertime app adds time to that every time you move. So I also let her set a timer on 45minutes to define a maximum time.

She did her time. She lived her picture

[little pet]

Careful what you wish for...

My owner already wrote his version of my punishment, but he ordered me to write mine as well.
Despite it not being fiction but reality, it fits here because Sir clearly took a lot of inspiration from my fantasy stories and the picture I drew.

So, last Friday, I'd deserved myself a punishment. I have to send Sir a morning e-mail every morning. I have to tell him what I'll be wearing that day, so that he can be proud of me. I also have to tell Sir my weight. I've been a little out of shape lately and expressed my wish for him to help me lose a few pounds. I had a sleepless night, and I forgot to weigh myself this morning, and I forgot to tell him about the clothes I was wearing.

Sir was very angry (or happy with the opportunity to punish me as he puts it) and he told me I'd earned myself a serious punishment. During the morning and lunch, Sir lectured me about how stupid I'd been, how thoughtless and selfish that was. I really felt bad. I also felt horny, because of the impending punishment. I don't like it when Sir is angry with me, to feel I've disappointed him. But at the same time, I love it when he's so strict and unyielding. It makes me feel like a child that's being berated for being naughty.

After lunch, it was time. I had to strip naked and put my bell clamps on my nipples and my ball gag in my mouth. I also had to put in my new butt plug with the tail (I'd purchased that a few days before) and Sir told me I'd been a very bad pet. He told me to get on my knees and pick up my cane.

The first 20 strokes were ok. Painful, but I could manage. Sir let me stroke my pussy every now and then. I also had to tell him about it's state...dripping wet of course... Then came the next round of strokes and then the next. My ass slowly got redder and more and more painful with each stroke. Then I got to pleasure myself again and I was even wetter than before. Sir told me to pick up my cane yet again, but my ass was in so much pain, I was begging for Sir to let me stop. I didn't think I could take any more! He teased me by letting me think I would be getting even more strokes. I was afraid and almost in tears at this point. Thankfully, he told me that I'd indeed had enough and I could stop, but not because of my begging. My ass was on fire, and when I touched it, I could feel the welts on my skin. But I wasn't done yet.

I knew I would be getting corner time as a cool down. Only this time it didn't involve me standing in a corner with my nose touching the wall... This time, Sir told me I was going to imitate the picture I'd drawn of myself.
I could take off my nipple clamps, but I had to keep the tail in my ass and the gag in my mouth. I don't own bondage mittens, so I had to put socks on my hands. I had to put my collar around my neck and tie the leash to my kitchen table. Then Sir ordered me to sit on my knees, ass up in the air and my nose touching the ground with the tail draped over my back, just like my picture and do my corner time using the app.
And as if that wasn't humiliating enough, he told me that he was really going to imagine me kneeling there, while he was comfortably sitting on his chair, fully dressed. Not naked and exposed like me.

Sir made me a custom corner time, for 20 minutes initially. But the sensitivity was set to 20% and it turns out kneeling on just a blanket is quite painful. So I started to move to get a bit more comfortable. This of course, earned me more minutes on the timer and I started to get frustrated. My knees were in pain, my shoulders were getting stiff and I kept drooling like crazy because of my gag. I couldn't see the timer, because my nose had to be touching the floor but I knew it was going to be a long wait with all the extra time I'd earned.
At the same time I was so very horny! The humiliation from the position I had to stay in, the idea that my owner would be imagining me like this and enjoying it, the pain from the caning...that really got me very turned on. After a while, I settled down a little and I just accepted that I wouldn't be done for a while.
Luckily, Sir had me set a timer for 45 minutes maximum before I started. Afterwards, the app timer told me I had earned 3 hours in total, for all the moving around I did. Sir wasn't angry about that though. He was very proud of me for doing such a great job.

He told me he had really pushed me this time. And that's what I love. To be pushed just a little further than I think I can go. I also know Sir loves doing that and the idea that I'm suffering for his pleasure is a huge turn on for the both of us.

[little pet]

I was outside, on my roof terrace. Naked, except for the chain around my neck, bondage mittens on my hands and the tail butt plug in my ass. My hair in two pigtails, sticking out straight from my head. Oh and some whiskers, I had to draw on my cheeks. I shivered a little; it was quite cold, sitting on the concrete tiles. I didn't get a blanket to sit on this time. The chain felt heavy around my neck, but I couldn't take it off. It was padlocked around my neck. The other end locked to the railing of the terrace's fence. I had maybe 2 metres of chain that permitted me to crawl around a little.

This was my punishment for talking back to Sir, making fun of him. I was way too cheeky and Sir put a stop to it. He told me to undress and put the tail in my ass. He then put the chain around my neck and to my surprise he took me outside! He told me he didn't want to see or hear any more from me for the next six hours and to have a good think about my behaviour. Sir locked my chain to the railing and went back inside, closing the door behind him. I just sat there for a while, too stunned to do anything. I had done it again, all by myself. Stupid, dumb pet.

Suddenly the door opened and Sir put a big bowl of water and food on the ground in front of me. I was happy to see him, but without saying anything, he went back inside.

So I was stuck here... for six long hours... what was I going to do with myself? There was nothing here. Just some water and not very appetising looking food. It made me angry, frustrated. I tried crawling to the door, but the chain stopped me about halfway. So no banging on the door to attract my owner's attention. I shouted angrily at the closed door and cursed my owner fur putting me here. I pulled the chain, but it didn't budge. I sighed and crawled over to the bowl to drink some water. I couldn't use my hands, so I just slurped it all up. I sighed and sat for a while. Still angry inside. At least the sun was shining a little.
When it seemed an eternity had passed, I felt hungry. I looked at the food in the bowl. It looked gross and I couldn't even tell what it was. I sighed and tried it anyway. It might have been some sort of porridge but it was very bland. I didn't want to eat it, but this would be the only thing I would be getting so I forced myself to empty the bowl. At least it kept me busy...

When I was done, I had to pee. No toilet here, not even a bucket. I crawled as far as my chain allowed and relieved myself in a corner. This was quite humiliating, but a huge relief.
I decided to try a little nap to pass the time. Making myself comfortable was almost impossible on the hard concrete, but I managed to find a position that was at least doable. The sun shone on my face and I dozed off a little. I must have drifted off, because I suddenly woke to an itching feeling on my thigh. I tried to ignore it, but it didn't go away. Now the itch was moving... I sat up and saw a huge spider on my leg! I screamed and swatted it off. It landed half a meter away from me. My heart was beating, I hated spiders! As if it knew that, the spider started crawling back towards me. I tried to move away, but I couldn't, with the chain secure around my neck. Sir came through the door, wondering what all the screaming was about. He laughed when he saw the spider and told me I should be happy with the company of another animal. I begged him to get rid of it and to my surprise he did. He told me that this was a good warning not to fall asleep again while I was being punished. Then, he handed me the squeaky dog toy and told me to bite on that and be grateful I had something to do. Without any further ado, he went back inside and shut the door behind him.

I spent the rest of the day, sucking on the stupid toy, ashamed for being such a stupid pet, but also feeling very sorry for myself. When Sir finally came to release me I was so grateful, I started kissing his shoes. I promised myself never to behave so badly again....

[Skylane182]

Great story so far!

[little pet]

Great story so far!

Thank you very much!

[little pet]

I decided to delete my last story and moved it over to a new thread;

sub Lucy's weekly thread of pet adventures (http://www.getdare.com/bbs/showthread.php?p=2446156#post2446156)

It's the first part in a weekly series :)