My life as a pet-girl
 

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.


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 :o

Exploring my body

As I said, I realized that I could explore my sexuality freely. And I did extensively :o
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 :o
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 :D

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.

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?
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 :o

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 ;)

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 :o
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 :o
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.

Is this diary over?

I really hope it's not over...

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

Taming the pet

Sharing and confessing your kinks and taboos can be terrifying. Not just to other people but to yourself as well and the fear of rejection or judgement can cause us to hide ourself and miss out on so much. I'm so happy that I found Master and Mistress, that I can truly trust them and that they understand me. They not only accept this side of me but also support and embrace me in all what I am and desire to become.

Nevertheless at first it felt really weird to come home, undress in front of Mistress and then sit naked at the table doing our homework or cooking with her. While my "friend" was fully clothed I had to wear nothing but an apron.
But we got used to it pretty quick. I mean, after PE classes we had seen each other nude already and it was normal for me to be naked in front of my Master. Since she is my Mistress now, it was her right to keep me naked as well.
And it was fun doing my tasks while getting “groped” from my owners whenever they wanted, yet I was ashamed because I got so clearly aroused that I could neither hide nor deny how much I like it.

Also I got more rules at home, too.
As I had to ask for permission to cum already, now I had to ask also if I wanted to use the toilet and when coming home I had to undress in the vestibule before entering the penthouse without being told to do so.
We were still figuring out where my kinks laid and some times I was at Mistress' mercy, mostly when Master went on a business trip.
In public and at school the friendship between Mistress and I had not changed, but at home she became someone else. I wouldn't say she went on a power trip but you could see how much she enjoy being in charge. But she didn't overdo it. Well, let's say not too much.

You should know that when it comes to new stuff both are very different:
Master is curious but careful and he would rather hear that he can step it up a notch than to overdo it.
Mistress would rather apologize afterwards than to hear a “No”. But she got much better over time. I would say Master guided her to become a good Mistress, like he trained me to become a good pet.

During the time Mistress was in charge, I was essentially her slave rather than a pet. I wouldn't say it was perfect, but still special and also helped me to make my decision – I don't wanted do be a slave. A slave still have some privileges like using a toilet, sleeping in a bed or some of them could even wear some clothes. I craved to be a pet, with all consequences.

So I got denied to use the toilet when I had to pee. Either I had to squat in the shower or, more often, they led me into the roof garden so I had to pee in the drain. When the weather was bad I hat to kneel in the living room and pee in a bucked while my friends watched. They also made me bark instead of talking when I wanted something and then used simple "yes"- or "no"-questions. But it was more hilarious and complicated, so we went back to regular talking soon.

They also made sure that I got more comfortable being collard and leashed.
It was so humiliating yet intoxicating having my human side slowly stripped away and being treated like an animal. Especially doing my business like one. As I got more and more used being collared and over the time the “collar and leash law” got more and more strict. First I had worn it only during the day and inside the penthouse. Then I had to wear it at night as well, which was quite uncomfortable at first – I had the feeling that I would strangle myself. Later I had to be collared outside as well and I was really happy that it was winter because I could hide it under a scarf or turtle-neck sweater. Same for the leash, it went from the collar through the sleeve. So it looked like we were holding hands while in reality I was led. But I guess it was also Masters intention do do this during winter so I could get used to the feeling and when spring arrived I was completely used to it.
We also had some walks in the woods while I was openly leashed – in Germany it's the law that dogs has to be led on a leash in the forest. Nevertheless was I really nervous when I went outside the first time with my collar clearly visible and with the leash it was slightly worse. But I realized nobody really noticed or cared, maybe they thought it was kinda a “fashion statement”.
Now I'm permanent collared and I would say I need it, because otherwise I feel really uncomfortable. I mean, I'm kept nude in the penthouse, but without my collar I'm even more than naked. I guess “exposed” is a fitting description because I feel like without this visible sign that I'm owned anybody could just “claim” me.

Of course there is an exception from the “collar and leash”-protocol.
When we [Master and I] go to a business party I'm always wearing a nice dress and I can't wear a dog collar with it, of course. For these events I have to wear a substitute collar in form of a choker that fits my dress. Otherwise it would collide with my rule number 37.

After they made sure that I was tamed / get used to be kept and see myself as a pet they guided me deeper into my kinks.

I really love reading your stories. I had discovered you with your first AMA a few months ago, and reading your life's experiences made me always horny.
I think you're really lucky to have found the good persons on this planet to live with them your life in the kinky way.
I can't wait to read the next parts 😉
And thanks for sharing!

This story is so good... hope new chapters are added, sooner or later...

Training the pet

Sorry for the delay, I tend to overthink sometimes and was was not very satisfied with the next chapter until now.

So, after I got tamed it was time to get trained. During the following months I went deeper into pet-play and we began working on my kinks.
Well, I wouldn't say that anal is kinky - for me it was simply the only way to be penetrated. But like many people that enjoy anal I got interested in stretching my butthole. I had seen plenty of videos about girls taking stuff in their butt and some of the toys were massive, but I didn't have the intention to stretch myself to the absolute maximum. I just wanted to make it a bit more comfortable and easier for Master to enter me. For that I had to buy bigger toys and Master took this as an opportunity to make me more confident and maybe a bit more shameless. So I wasn't allowed to order my toys at the internet anymore. I had to go to an erotic store and order them by myself.
I was really ashamed as the staff asked for my ID because I didn't look like I was 18 but also I was surprised how clean everything is and how friendly and open minded the staff is – I had been in supermarkets that were not even half that nice. I became a regular customer which also has it perks, so I get a nice discount or having a good chat with the clerks here when some new stuff comes out. But sometimes I wondered what they are thinking of me because the anal toys I bought got bigger every time and almost fortnightly I buy new lube.

As I said, I wanted to know how it would feel to have my butthole stretched, but if you look at anal porn you will notice that it seems to be very clean and not messy at all. Especially if they show the gaping asshole you will hardly find any traces of poop. The secret is a good preparation – means, enemas and a healthy diet.
Well, I'm eating healthy and I was already used to get small enemas once in a while, but since I wanted to stretch my butthole and also wanted to insert toys that go deeper I had to do them more often and get bigger ones. I don't just wanted to “flush” the end of my butt, I had to get some stuff out. The problem was that I'm very careful when it comes to stuff that could be harmful and I didn't want to mess with my gut microbiota.
So I did some research. Internet, medical books and magazines – you name it, I've read it. As long as you don't overdo it and are careful it's relative safe. I now have regular enemas and don't face any difficulties, but I still “listen” to my gut – if I don't feel well I'm not doing it.
I bought an enema kit at my “favourite erotic store” but we only used it two times before we decided to use a bowl and an enemas syringe. It was simply to impersonal to fill the enema bag, put the nozzle in my butt and wait till I'm filled. The syringe is so much more personal.
The way I have to lay on the floor and lift my ass so Master can push the tip in my butt and slowly push the water in me while Mistress sits next to me and prepares the next syringe. The way Master puts his finger on my anus to help me keep the water in until he gives me the next syringe. Sharing this intimate moment with these people I love so much is such a nice experience.

Of course what goes in has to come out at one point. Generally after 20 to 30 minutes, it depends on how much I got filled, mostly 1000ml to 1250ml – in rare cases I got 2000ml which is rather uncomfortable and take a while until everything is back out.
And the part where everything comes out is disgusting. I really don't like it and am happy that I can release it into the toilet and don't have to do like a dog. I absolutely understand why I have to do it, but that doesn't mean that I have to like it. I often get another filling to be flushed and that is slightly better.
But the nice long anal-play session makes up for it all every time.
I absolutely love having my ass toyed, way more than my cunt. I don't really like the way my cunt looks, it's so dark and plump that it's almost primitive and I'm happy to keep it covered in fur.

Also we did some race-play. First it was strange but Mistress absolutely love calling me slurs which were mostly aimed at my ethnicity and how superior she was because of this. You know, most south-east asian crave white skin and having my “racial flaws” like my darker skin, dark brown labia and nipples or my “physical flaws” like my tiny tits pointed out really helps me getting my juices flowing. But we know how she means it and I want to clarify that we absolutely condemn racism.
Master on the other hand was not a big fan of race-play in the beginning, I guess most Germans have problems with calling someone inferior because of their race. He also uses some sayings too now, but he mostly calls me names about my behaviour or when he talks with Mistress about me. He never uses my name and when the three of us are alone he never had called me his girlfriend or wife even once. Then I'm “the animal”, “his pet” or “bitch” (like in female dog). I love it.

One day Mistress was quite horny and asked if I would bring her to orgasm. I refused because I didn't want to cheat on Master since he was not present. Of course most men wouldn't mind this situation, but still it wouldn't be right having sex without his notice.
She accepted but told me that one day she will have sex with him and make me watch, like she had to watch me getting my cute butt pumped full of sperm. Then she made me stand in a corner while she masturbated. While listening to her moans I closed my eyes and thought about Master and Mistress having sex, I couldn't help it. I imagined his hard shaft plunging into her clean, pink pussy and her round breasts bouncing every stroke while rubbing my hairy, dark brown cunt and squeezing my tiny tits. I thought about his thick sperm dripping out of her cute pussy and came so unbelievably hard. I guess at this moment the fantasy of watching my boyfriend fucking my BFF in front of me burned into my mind.

Of course I wasn't allowed to cum without the permission of my Master and of course I had to be punished for it. Mistress knew that and ordered me to slap my pussy hard. But still it was insufficient because it was not humiliating enough, I had to get peed on.
When Master came home I told him that I had an orgasm (but not about the fantasy that caused it) and begged him to pee on me. Without saying a word he led me into the shower, made me squat and peed on me. Mistress was fascinated and asked if she could do it too. Master allowed it but told her to stay away from my face, so she pissed all over my back. She admitted that she has a huge pee-fetish but only when on the giving end.

After I had a shower we talked about the day in general and especially about me pleasuring Master or Mistress. We agreed that both could “use” me for their pleasure, but couldn't force it of course. With a grin Master told me that I owe one to Mistress and I think I had never seeing anyone undress more quicker than her. Well, afterwards she told my that I wasn't that bad, but could use way more practice. Then she watched me sucking Masters cock and noticed that I couldn't fit it all in because I started to gag when he reached a certain spot. Master never complained but Mistress told me that I could do better and that she will turn me into an eager cock-sucking whore.

And she put great effort in this. Mistress made me suck bananas, carrots and Masters cock, of course. But I don't just have to suck him off. I had to worship Masters cock properly (and Mistress pussy as well) and I made quite progress :)

One day while I was licking Mistress while Master watched us. He was stroking his cock when she said that she need something inside, not a dildo or my fingers - she needed the real thing.
She looked me straight in the eyes and asked if it was okay if she would “borrow” Masters penis, because “he deserve to stick his thing in a pussy and not always fucking an ass”. Master told me that it was my decision.
I was not really sure about it, but then I thought about the fantasy I had while standing in the corner and nod slowly but told them that I wanted to watch. Mistress told me to make Masters cock slippery, then guided him inside of her and told me to come closer so I could see what the pussy of a real woman looks since I had a virgin-pet-pussy that has to hide under the thick fur between my legs. I watched in awe. I didn't even touch myself, I just watched how my boyfriend rutted my BFF. It was even better than in my imagination and the cuckette inside of me had the time of her life.

Afterwards Master and Mistress looked at each other and you could see how their mind cleared, to say that they looked ashamed would be an understatement. So we talked about what just had happened and it was quite funny to see them explaining how it happened till I couldn't handle it anymore. I started to giggle and then laughed. Master was very confused and told me that I seem rather happy than upset. I nod and told them how much I enjoyed watching them and that I want to repeat it soon. You could see that they were relieved that I liked it.
We also talked about what Mistress said about me being not a “real woman” and I admitted that it was great. I really enjoy being humiliated and degraded.

I think from that moment it was Mistress goal to make sure that I never forget how inferior I am to her and sometimes she got slightly carried away. We always had some talks after trying something new, but sometime she so got so rough that Master had to tell her to slow down. One or two times he send me out so he could talk with her. He never scolded her in front of me, she's my Mistress and I'm their pet, but afterwards we talked about what was not okay and I got an apology. That's what I love about them, just because they are my doms doesn't mean that they can't admit some mistakes.

Master and Mistress also started to have sex more often to a regular basis. But always with my agreement and while I was watching. I love seeing the people I love having such a good time.
Every time I had to “prepare” her for sex and was shivering while Mistress taunted me. She don't wanted to “steal” my man, I had to give him to her as a present. Every time I watched in awe as her smooth pink pussy was slipping up and down on Masters cock while I had to kneel on the floor holding my dark hairy cunt open so my juices could drip freely out of my virgin-pet-pussy. I desired Masters cock so much but my stupid septate hymen was like a build in chastity belt.

Of course Master tried to deflower me on the usual way several times – it was a bitter disappointment. Every. Single. Time.
My hymen was so sturdy that it was very painful, for both of us. Master said it felt like my pussy tried to cut his dick in half.
I had talked about this issue with my gynaecologist and she recommended a hymenectomy, a surgery in which the hymen is removed. Master, Mistress and I talked about it and both told me that they won't force me but would respect whatever decision I made.
Of course I craved to feel the sensation of my most intimate place being spread open by his cock, having my womb flooded with his semen and becoming a “real” woman – becoming “his”. But also I was afraid to take something away form Mistress, so decided not to do it.

After several weeks we tried to “separate” me while Master and Mistress were having sex. But it was not really enjoyable for us. Even Mistress acknowledged that it was not the same when I'm not sitting next to the bed and watching her with hungry puppy-eyes and an even hungrier cunt, also she missed being licked clean afterwards. Much later we gave it another try and it got much better over time.

Of course my training didn't finish just it became natural to behave like a pet at home or watching my owners having sex in front of me. I guess the training is never really done and even now after many years as their pet I still have to repeat some training on a regular basis.
So at one point Master decided that I had to get more comfortable to be naked in some more public places as well.

First we simply drove around daily during the late evening while my dress was pulled down. It was okay because I still had my bra on and if someone had noticed it would have looked like I was wearing a bikini. After a while I just sat there in my underwear which was later removed as well and now I'm absolutely comfortable sitting naked in Masters car when we go somewhere. But now I always have to sit in the back and the windows are tinted so the risk isn't that high. But it still gets my juices flowing, so I had to sit on a towel so I won't stain the leather seats of his Mercedes.

After I got comfortable being naked in hidden-public Master decided that I had to cum in a more public space.
One night we drove to the woods in which we had stumbled upon a small concealed clearing during one of our previous visits. At the edge of the clearing I undressed and crawled to the middle so I sat in the bright light of the full moon. Giving it was in the night it was unlikely that someone would come across, but it was also in the middle of summer so maybe there could be some people decided to take a late walk. It was absolutely thrilling but at the same time I felt really earthbound and a bit like a primitive savage being naked in the “wilderness”. But of course I didn't forget why I was brought there – I had to masturbate until orgasm, the first time outside of the completely save place of my home. When I looked around I couldn't see neither Master nor Mistress, it felt like I was entirely alone. A young woman, naked in the forest, alone and vulnerable. My nipples were so hard that it almost hurt so I started playing with them before I reached down to my completely soaked cunt. Then I lubed my fingers and start fingering my butt hole. It was magical rubbing my hairy pussy while fucking my ass in the woods and I had a wonderful orgasm.
I was so high on endorphins that I walked back to the car naked, openly collared and leashed.

We still go to this clearing on a regular basis, sometimes just to do something romantic but mostly doing some humiliating stuff.

Later Master insisted that I had to become more comfortable being naked in public. Not just hidden but with other people around.
So during our summer holidays we went to a nude beach – for two whole weeks. You know, being naked in public isn't forbidden in Germany, as long as you don't do it with sexual intentions. So, yes my adventures in the woods could entail a fine, but also nobody would care if you are naked at a beach and on nude beaches you must be naked. They are not “clothing-optional”, they are “no clothing allowed”.
So I had to be naked in public with other naked people around (Master and Mistress as well) and it felt kinda awkward at first. I noticed that I was the only young woman with completely untrimmed pubic hair and had the feeling that many people looked at me because of that. Mistress taunted me that they are not just looking at my huge bush but also checking the exotic import, making me more embarrassed. First I tried to cover my fur with my hands but soon I realized that I made it even more obvious that way. Also Master scolded me for hiding the visible mark of my ownership.

I told him that I feel embarrassed because of my body but he insisted that it was part of my training. But then he made it kinda playful. We were swimming in the sea, playing in the shallow water or walking at the beach and after a while I got really used to being naked with strangers around. I mean, everybody was naked and nobody was openly gawping at me or giving any inappropriate comment, they all just enjoyed a nice warm day at the beach. And so did I. Of course I didn't wear my collar at the beach so nobody noticed that I was an owned pet and this was part of my training.
I realized that Masters decision was right. Even I was extremely nervous at first it really helped me getting more comfortable with being naked in public and with myself in general.

Especially I was finally able to make peace with my small breasts. I always had been envious about Mistress because at the age of 12 she already had bigger breast than I have now. And during puberty she developed really nice round D-cups, while I can't even fill an A-Cup completely. Of course as my Mistress she always made fun of me for that and still does, but since that holiday it is okay for me. Of course it's humiliating but I don't feel “insulted” anymore. Instead, now it kinda turns me on when she points out how underdeveloped I am and in my opinion it's her god given right as a big-breasted women to humiliate flat-chested girls like me. So, after we came home I put all my bras in a box (I haven't even worn them during the holiday) and wrote the date when I had worn a bra for the last time on it. It was June 16th 2019. Master always says that if you don't use something for more than a year you don't need it and should get rid of it. So about 14 months later I donated them and haven't worn a bra since then.
And to be honest, I absolutely don't miss them.
Of course it's noticeable when I wear a t-shirt and my nipples are hard, if it's a thinner white one you can even notice my dark brown areola - but no man have ever complained about that.

Later I donated my panties and every piece of clothes that I bought myself.
It's not that they don't fit or I wasn't wearing them any more, I had decided that I wanted to be Masters property to 100% and as such I can't / don't want to own anything. Of course we talked about it before – it consensual ownership-play after all.
I also handed him my bank cards so I won't be tempted to buy something, also it made me feel even more owned. Of course the bank account is still in my name an the money on it as well, but knowing that every piece of clothes, every toy and even the food is not mine really helps me to feel owned. After that day it felt more then just a game. Since that day I'm really Masters property.
My life haven't changed much, but knowing that I absolutely don't own anything feels really liberating.

You don’t have to be sorry. If waiting more means having long, thoughtful, intimate and hot entries like this to read, than I’m more than happy to wait!

Thanks for sharing your life with us, Rayna

Edging, denial and forced orgasms

I already had experienced denial before I met Master, yet it was completely involuntary. Without the chance to freely explore my body I only could masturbate shyly in the evening, but several times I had to stop because someone was walking down the hallway. The closer I was to orgasm the more frustrating it was to feel this. And later I did it as a punishment for not keeping the penthouse tidy.
But with Master it was something different, with him I found out how good it feels to be denied.

Denial was such a huge part during my taming as well as during my training that it deserves an extra chapter because without denial I wouldn't be trained or even tamed.

I always found it difficult to express my fantasies because I was afraid what other people, especially my friends would think about me. But when I'm horny I'm way more brave to confess and even more eager to explore my kinks. Master often played with me the whole day and only let me cum when I confessed him a fantasy of mine. It was his way to interrogate me and it was very effective.
But after I got deeper into my kinks more often he would tease and edge me mercilessly just to send me home with an dripping, aching pussy. He knew how risky it was because my panties would get telltale stains and I had to put toilet paper into them to prevent that. When Master was on a business trip it became even worse. I had to do it by myself and when he called me in the evening he asked how often I edged myself. First I was embarrassed when I had to tell him how often I rubbed my pussy and then had to do it during the call. Later he even asked for a picture prove. I was shy but also happy that he wanted to see my (in my opinion) disgusting wet cunt.
I was also proud that I had become much more brave and that I obeyed his command so well, even I thought about just sneaking in an orgasm several times. Of course I didn't, but sometimes I asked myself why I'm doing it. Because the orgasm in the end will feel fantastic? Maybe.
Or maybe because I want to be a good girl / pet and good girls / pets don't cum without permission / at all? That is not the whole answer either.
The truth is: I realized how much I love having this permanent burning desire in my lower region.
Maybe I'm just build different. Maybe I have something that most other girls will never understand and never appreciate. They will never understand the dull, sweet, throbbing ache of a denied pussy. For them, wetness is something fleeting, that comes and goes during the arousal of sex. For me, it's a constant reminder of who I am. Or maybe what I became?

But also I love what denial can reduce me to. You didn't need ropes or whips. After a while I was nothing more than a willing, mindless cunt humping on anything and begging for an orgasm. And after I begged Mistress once to let me hump her shin, she said that it became very hard for her to ever have a serious conversation with me again :o

Don't get me wrong, I love having orgasms. But after cumming I always feel quite empty - and now cumming without permission just feels bad.
I always enjoyed seeing the people I love having fun and now I love giving my owners the pleasure that I'm denied. Simply because I believe that their orgasms are much more valuable than mine and they deserve them. It's my way to pay them for making my dream of being a pet coming true.

But as I said before, after a while without orgasm I tended to get bratty. Annoyingly bratty.
It took me some time to break this habit and even still I still get frustrated after a while. But I don't annoy my owners anymore. Yes, you can see that I'm “in heat” after several days because my slit swells and starts leaking a bit. But I am good pet now and will endure it without behaving like a brat.
So, how do my owners manage to “remove” the bratty behaviour?

One faithful day in 2018 I got sick after ten days – that's the time I normally became bratty.
And after that I had overcome the point that this burning inside me felt pestiferous. Instead I kinda enjoyed it. I had already registered to getDare at this point so I started a poll in which I asked if I should kept in denial. The result was crystal clear and Master ordered a chastity belt for me. I won't write everything about my denial down again (because it's all in my denial diary) and even it didn't ended as I expected it helped me a lot to embrace my kinks. Also I learned so much about myself, the people I love (my owners) and that I don't need to cum.

So, yes I'm absolutely into chastity and now I even have a custom made chastity belt.
I will write more about that later.

After the humiliating experience of being caught by my mother in a chastity belt I took a long break and since I like orgasm control so much Master kept controlling my orgasms. Not by putting me in denial again but by “forcing” me to make myself orgasm every day. He chose time and place where I had to rub myself till I came. It could be anywhere in the penthouse or the roof garden or even the staircase.

The first one after the long denial felt like shit, but soon they felt good again and over the months I've had lots of orgasms.
Some with a long build-up, some with 30 seconds of the wand on my clit.
I've had great orgasms but I've also had to masturbate even when I wasn't in the mood. But I did it, just because I was told that I have to orgasm and even that I knew the ones wouldn't be really good. Also it took me ages to cum. So after a while I started to crave the denial again.
I always had a hard time getting started after a break, but I knew it would be better to not let me cum again. So Master made me edge instead of cumming. It was perfect.
You know, I love to edge and can't get enough of it.
It feels wonderful to get so close that my cunt starts to pulsate and then stop immediately. My clit gets so sensitive that its almost hurts and the frustration rushes through my body. After several days I have the feeling like I'm always close but still the desperation keeps building up.
If I can choose a porn during that time I always end in watching videos in which the girls have several orgasms, I can't help it. It gives me the feeling that every girl in the world can cum except me. Of course Mistress taunts me then by giving me the order to make her or just watch her while she makes herself cum. Oh, I know the satisfaction of an orgasm would be feel wonderful. But being an obedient pet just feels better.
Also Master owns me and he owns my orgasms.

Taking a second break after breaking a seal

I'm ashamed of the next part but it's part of my life and I promised that this diary is about myself.

During my training I also played with some kinks I would consider a dislike or even a limit. But I wanted to improve myself and become a better pet by doing such stuff. Because if I never had tried something new I would still be the shy girl that was afraid to touch herself. Also I always loved to push myself but sometimes I don't realize that I push myself too much.
In 2021 I got caught myself in a circle of self-humiliation and heavy degradation.
Well, I thought it was a circle. Looking back now and from a different point of view I realize that it was more like a spiral facing downwards.

You have to know that during that time Master had several huge projects on his hand and he didn't have much time for a private life, also he was abroad for several weeks, came home for few days before he was gone for another month or two.
Of course we chatted almost every day, but now it was Mistress turn to train me. I knew already that she had a huge pee-fetish while I'm not a big fan of pee-play. Of course I was doing my business in front of my owners or got peed on as punishment when I had an orgasm without permission - as long as it stayed below my neck it was fine for me. I would have never thought about something like having pee in my hair / on my face or even drink it. That was a huge NO for me. But for some reason I wanted to give it a try. So to her delight I offered myself so she could live out her kink.

She peed on me on every occasion and after a while I let her pee on my head and a bit later I took a sip of her pee.
It was bitter and disgusting but also it felt like a seal was broken so she kept peeing on my face and in my mouth. I was disgusted but the humiliation made me incredibly horny at the same time. She made me her personally urinal and I let her.
Much later she told us that she peed on some of her former partners too, but couldn't take them serious afterwards anymore. That's why she love being in our relationship, she has someone who she have sex with and she can respect and someone who lets her pee on them.

So I started to behave like a “toilet slave” instead of a pet. It was not that I enjoyed being peed on, I craved the humiliation and at some point I “punished” myself with my own piss for the simple reason because I had to pee. It was not even made me horny anymore, I just wanted to devaluate myself. Instead of squatting in the shower I laid in the bathtub so I could “marinate” in my own piss. Or I drank plenty of water so I had to pee a lot and filled my piss-bucked. Then I went in the roof garden, poured it over myself and waited until it dried. If I made a leak on the floor I had to lick them up. I cleaned Mistress pussy with my tongue after the went to the bathroom and I think she really liked that. But I even started to fill my ass and cunt with piss. If I didn't have to go out I didn't clean myself because I deserved to show what a dirty low-life I became.
I also began penetrating my pee hole and started to stretch it until I could fit the lower part of a ballpoint pen in it.
Also I didn't educate myself anymore.
You know, in Masters company they held a celebration every year and I have always been his “plus one”. But from someone like my Master you expect a witty interlocutor instead of a dumb bimbo. I didn't even realized that I became less than a bimbo, I became a toilet.

Much later, as Master was almost finished with the project and had much more time for us again we were watching TV. After a while he excused himself to the bathroom. I just squatted in front of him and offered myself as his urinal.
He looked at me, disgusted and very tired. I think I crossed a line there.

I was told to get up and sit at the table and he asked Mistress to do as well.
He asked me what was the matter with me and because I didn't understand he explained to me that I behave more like a toilet and not like his beloved pet. He asked me about few things that where in the news for several weeks and because I couldn't give a proper answer he got very upset. He asked me if I realize what I'm doing to myself and how he started to see me because that's absolutely not the behaviour he was expecting from the woman he sees his future with. He want the smart woman back that he fell in love with and it's okay if I want to be a pet and not an urinal. Even Mistress got scolded (the first and only time in front of me) why she didn't put a stop to this.

I'm absolutely embarrassed when I think about that time now and all the dirty stuff I did to myself, which made my Master angry and sad.
Master admitted that he made some mistakes too, but I don't blame him because he had really much work to do that time.
So we [Master, Mistress and I] sat together and decided to have a break from the whole ownership-play. Master called a “mental reboot”. He said that it is okay to push myself - but it's not about pushing myself as hard as I can, it's about pushing myself in the right direction. He told me that all obligations were lifted and I'm not his pet anymore. He removed my collar and then grabbed my credit cards and give them back to me. At first I thought he was kicking me out, but it was to have my freedom back.
Afterwards Master and me took a long shower. He washed me and then went down on me to lick me to orgasm. In bed we even tried to deflower me but ended that he fucked my ass instead (stupid septate hymen). Not a mindless rutting but passionate love making because he wanted to show how much he still wants me despite I behaved like a dirty toilet.

We did a lot of stuff together then, having nice long walks, going to the cinema or in a museum. Everything you do as a “regular” couple and we got to “know” each other again. It kinda was like we were having “first dates” again. Except this time we were three because Mistress moved in in 2019 (I forgot to mention that, sorry). Even she “turned back” into my BFF from childhood. I could see (and later she told me) was not easy for her that suddenly I became equal to her again - but I would say that she managed pretty well :D

So mostly we did all the stuff together as a “menage a trois”, but several times we did something without Mistress.
One day he simply handed me a backpack, “dragged” me into the car and we went camping.
Of course we talked a lot, as equals. But also discussed my (future) submission and what we expect from each other.
It was really good for my mental health and I discovered a lot about myself. Even the relationship with my mother improved significantly.

But two things we kept doing:
1) I didn't wear any underwear, for the simple reason that I don't had any anymore because I donated them the year prior.
I'm three years without underwear now and I absolutely don't miss it. I never filled A-cup bras completely, there was always a light gap and it looked strange under shirts. And when Master and I attend a formal business event which “forces” me to wear panties I feel uncomfortable. Woman with (long) pubic hair can relate that every now and than somehow a few hairs get stuck or sneak between your labia and make you feel uneasy. So I put them on as late as possible and get rid of them at first chance. You could say I hate wearing underwear :D.
2) I kept wearing my collar.
When Master took it away I not just felt really uncomfortable, I felt exposed. It was unbearable because I had worn this collar for several years now and sometimes it had been the only thing I wore at all for several days.
I didn't sleep well the first nights and rolled around a lot and, according to Master, I was touching my neck like I was searching for my collar. Same happened the next days, I grabbed my neck several times because it just felt wrong not not being collared and every time I saw my reflection somewhere I winced, because I thought that I forgot it.
With my clothes it was similar, but in the opposite way. I got so used to undress as soon as I entered the penthouse that when I came home I put my keys in the bowl, removed my shoes and began to undress. Muscle memory is really something interesting :D
The first days it felt really strange (almost wrong) walking fully dressed though this rooms.

After few days Master realized how uncomfortable I felt without something around my neck, so he gave me my collar back. He didn't want to go “cold turkey” and also because he wanted to keep me as his pet. But during that time it was more an accessory and not a sign of ownership, at least for them.

But about six months later I realized that this live was too “vanilla” for me. Don't get me wrong, it was nice but not what I desire.
So one day Master, Mistress and I stood in the vestibule. I think I was playing with the ring of my collar and while we looked at each other it felt like we knew each others thought. Master then pulled my shirt up and after I was undressed he turned me so I could look at myself in the mirror. I was shivering as I slowly went down on all fours and it felt not just right, it felt natural. I realized that this is what I want to be, that I don't want a “normal” live. Someone like me belongs on a leash and I need to be collared. As I looked up to him and our eyes met we both smiled and nod. I think it was the first time he really understood that I'm not just playing his pet but really am his pet. And that won't change anymore. It's my nature, my true self. It may be sound weird but I'm a proud woman. I'm proud of what I am, I'm proud to be a sub and I'm especially proud to be Masters pet.

But even I was already tamed and mostly trained I had to learn more after my “mental reboot”.
In the “early days” of our ownership-play I often walked on two legs when it was easier (when cooking or cleaning) or generally behaved more like a slave or servant for Master and Mistress. Of course we had some “guidelines” before but know we put up some rules and they are very specific. Now it's crystal clear that I'm a pet, namely a dog and have to behave as such. Also it's stated that I'm the sole property of my Master and to him alone.
Of course I have to respect Mistress as well but she's not having unlimited power over me or when it comes to punishments she can't take measurements in her own hands anymore. I think we really benefit having this specific rules now, even they were hard to learn for me :o

So, that was really the most humiliating thing I did. But in the end and with help and guidance from my Owners it helped me a lot to understand what I want to be. Also it feels good to turn of one of my limits into at least just a disliking.

But as I said, a seal was broken.
Some of the stuff I did during the time of self-degrading and humiliating myself can now done to me, but it's strictly used as a punishment. Then I'll get piss-enemas (my own and from my Owners) instead of regular ones with water, for lighter punishments I'll still get peed on below the neck while for heavy punishments I get it all over my body including face and hair. The hardest punishment for me is drinking piss - thank god it's quite rare. But even it's limited to the amount of a shotglass I despite it. That I have to give a toast to my Owners in which I thank them for it made it even worse.
And every time I remember what I had done to myself, so it feels way more demeaning than before.

Getting deflowered and having two weddings
Part 1 of 3

As I said before, I always have a hard time getting started after a break and this time was not different. I always need some kind of “adjustment period” again. Most days I'm a very happy pet, but every once in a while I started to not really fighting but questioning it and needed appropriation by my Owners. We had several talks which always help me to remember why I asked for this. I had several chances of becoming a normal, maybe even respectable woman and every time I realized that I don't want to be one. I don't want to be respected as a woman, I don't even want to be seen as one. It's nothing I crave. As I said: I am proud to be a pet and as such I belong on a leash.

But during this talks Master started to say some weird stuff. Something about the future he wants to have with me, not just as his sub but also as his wife. I mean, we had talked about something like this during my “mental reboot”, but I thought he just said that to comfort me. It's not that I didn't fantasize about it, but I'm still not sure what he could even see in me, except other than a pet.

And now he asked me again to become his wife? Why?
I wouldn't consider myself as “wife material” even I had started this adventure as his girlfriend. But that was five years ago and I didn't see myself as that any more. I thought the feeling had become mutual because after Mistress moved in with us I had seen how she took the place as the woman in this household. Over time I kinda gotten used to the idea that Master and Mistress would get married one day. And if that would happen it would be totally fine for me to be their pet (if they wanted me, of course) because Master deserve a real woman by his side. Someone that looks and behaves like one. Not a flat-chested... ...me. She is so much better than me.

He noticed my confusion and fear and assured several times that he wanted me “his stupid little pet” to become his wife. I was in seventh heaven on cloud nine but couldn't really believe it so I asked him several times if it's really true that he wants to marry me. I guess even to the point that I started to annoy him. But also I got worried that the marriage would be the end to our play and I would be a disappointment to him as his wife. But he still wanted me, so you can't say I didn't warn him ;)

So, one day while we were talking about the “normal” wedding I expressed my concerns about the end of our ownership-play.
Master told me it was quite a chance to become a normal woman again. I was “outraged” and told him that I absolutely don't want that, we had tried several times, remember? He chuckled over my revolt against becoming a decent woman and said that he knew my answer already, he just wanted to hear it again.
So we made fun about having a BDSM themed wedding, with me crawling naked and leashed to the altar in front of our friends and family and had some good laughs. He then told us that he had already planed a BDSM wedding after the regular one in form of a proper collaring ceremony. I was hooked immediately and every time we talked about the wedding we ended at the collaring ceremony. Also we worked on specifying the rules we had talked about earlier so they were ready in time.

But there was still one problem, the one between my legs that always prevented me from becoming a “real woman”. My stupid septate hymen.
In the past we had often talked about if I wanted to lose my virginity, but every time I declined. Don't get me wrong, I always imagined how Masters cock would feel inside my cunt. Of course Mistress always told m how wonderful it feels, but at the same time I was afraid that I would be disappointed because I was expecting to much. Also I didn't want to take something from Mistress or giving her the feeling that I suddenly become “equal” to her as a real woman. Master told me how much he would love to feel my cunt sliding down on his cock but didn't want to force me and totally respected my decision. It was quite strange, almost every hole (except the “right one”) had been penetrated already: I sucked Masters cock, I put toys and vegetables in my ass, my Owners fisted me there and got fucked in it of course – you can say my butt got used very well :o
During my time as a toilet slave I even started to put something in my peehole and got some toys to dilate it. I thought it was very fitting for me.
But having my cunt used as nature intended somehow freaked me out.

Maybe because my mother always told me that the most valuable thing a Pinay [Filipina] owns is her virginity. Yet I still tried to get rid of that quite often. But now I was about to get married and I thought it would be time to experience that what my Mistress already does for almost a decade.
So while talking about the wedding I asked (in a respectful manner) if that means that I have to get deflowered as well. Master said that this would be reasonable and even Mistress agreed without hesitation. I told them that wanted to give it Master as a wedding present. Of course it was not possible in the regular way (we already try that several times before already, ouch) so we either had to do it after the wedding or some time before so everything could heal properly and I could have my “first time” in my wedding night.

We talked about it with my gynaecologist. She seemed surprised about my sudden change of mind because she advised to do this several times.
She told us that it would take about six weeks before we could have intercourse for the first time. So we made an appointment for February 2022 which was more than six weeks before the wedding because I wanted to have my “first time” as a married woman.
A week prior to the “defloration” we had an educational discussion which included the examination of my cunt. She told me that I had to remove my pubic hair for the operation. She noticed that I looked worried and after I told her that this hair has a very special meaning for me she looked quite irritated but agreed that it was okay to remove only as much as necessary (mostly at the labia).
But even I was happy that “it” was finally happening I was nervous as hell. And the tension grew with every day.

The evening before the final day Master teased and played with my pussy “to give the hymen a proper goodbye” and even Mistress licked me. I had some wonderful last orgasms as a virgin. We even slept together in the huge bed in the main bedroom - usually I sleep in the dungeon.
The next morning I trimmed the pubes on my labia (that was really hard), took a shower and stood in front of the mirror to take a last look on that tiny yet sturdy piece of skin that “protected and annoyed” me for so long. I thought about how often we tried to get rid of it and how Mistress taunted me for it on regular basis. I realized that I would really miss my hymen and a small voice in my head teased me that I could still cancel the appointment.

But then Master told me that it was time.
It felt kinda surreal walking down the stairs knowing that I will be brought to someone to have my hymen removed.
At the gynaecologist I was so nervous that I was shaking but there was no way back now and Master did his best to calm me down. I climbed on the gyno-chair and received anaesthesia. My gynaecologist asked if it was okay if her trainee was assisting her because you don't see or remove a septate hymen that often. I know that they had to teach them and I remembered when Master told me that I had to get used to people looking at my body.
Of course it's different if a stranger looks at you at the beach from several meters instead of someone from your town sitting between your legs and take a good look at your private parts. That the trainee was just slightly older than me made it kinda worse and I cursed myself for waiting so long.
But I took it as part of my training and strangely that made it much easier for me. I still felt embarrassed but agreed.

It was still a bit uncomfortable to hear the doctor talk to her trainee about my vagina and how sturdy the hymen was. But Master and Mistress where with me all the time and held my hands which gave me the strength to endure this.
Then it was finally time: The doctor cut the ribbon and stitched up the places (top and bottom) where the hymen sat. Now I was officially not a virgin any more :D Afterward she checked if it was “just” the septate hymen that prevented me from being deflowered in a natural way or if something else could cause some issues. But she assured me that I have a small but otherwise nice and healthy vagina.

Part 2 of 3

As I said, normally the time for healing is about six weeks and was timed in a way that I could have had my honeymoon with few days to spare. I went to my regular check-ups so the doctor and her trainee would have a look if everything heals properly.
And everything went well until shortly before the wedding. I got a small infection at the lower stitch line and the doctor advised me to wait with penetration for about two more weeks. That means one week after the wedding.

You should mean that after waiting for so many years and declining the defloration several times I could wait this lousy two more weeks easily. No.
It's not that I wanted this just for me alone, I wanted to offer this undefiled part of my body to my husband as a gift to this special day.
I even went to the doctor in the morning of the wedding day to have it checked. No chance, she advised to wait ten more days, not just a week. And to make it worse it started to itch a bit. Of course we couldn't just cancel the wedding because I wasn't able to have my first time in the wedding night.

So the show had to go on and nevertheless we had a nice wedding. Mistress was my “Maid of honour” and as we got dressed she showed me the red underwear she was going to put on. You know this rumour, that if you wear red to a wedding you have a fling with the groom? I don't know if this meaning is true but I understood what she was telling me. Like I said before, she is my Mistress and as such she can't be my friend. Most people won't realize that because in public she is still friendly, but if you know what you have to look for you will notice how much she despise me. A red dress would have been to obvious but nobody would see her underwear. Nevertheless, I knew she was wearing it and understood the reference. This is just one example for the subtle degradation I have to endure on a daily basis and she was also doing this to me on my special day. That's why I love her so much.

I was wearing a white dress which was covering my shoulders. It was necessary because I don't have the bust size to keep it up on its own. I didn't want something with straps showing cleavage because it would have looked laughable. It was just a plain white dress, nothing extraordinary, so it fitted perfectly to me. I don't find any sense in spending hundreds of Euro on a dress that you most likely only wear once. So I chosen one that also can be worn to a gala or other quite formal event. The poor woman in the shop really had a hard time to get a fitting dress. Mistress also found a body suit, which I would describe as “naughty” :p
Also I couldn't wear my collar so I wore a white choker and this quite plain dress made me appear almost “pure”.

But underneath I showed my true colours.

First I thought about wearing nothing at all, but what if somebody would lift me up? So I wore white stockings and the naughty white body suit.
It was so wafer-thin that it was literally see-through and you could totally see my dark nipples trough it. Only the crotch area was made of a thicker white piece of fabric, but it was just covering my labia and barely my clit. Also it was obvious that this suit was made for women who shave their genitals and not for unshaven pets. It had absolutely no chance to hide my fur and was clearly made for the wedding night.
Of course you couldn't guess any of this under the dress, it was perfect.

At first we had the civil wedding at the registry office in the afternoon before we headed to church and got the blessing from the Lord. None of us is very religious so it was mostly for good form. But it made my mother happy to see me walking down the aisle.
Afterwards we headed to a banquet hall to celebrate.
It was a really nice celebration with friends and family but also quite exhausting so about 11pm my husband, my friend and I left the party. The guests didn't know that we had another ceremony planed. And (looking back now) this one was more important for me than the wedding. We had talked about this a lot and planed it properly (even more than the wedding) but still I got nervous because I didn't want to screw this up.

Of course I had worn a collar before and I knew that nothing would really change but still it was totally different.
The collar I had worn before was mostly a “training collar” and you can compare it with an engagement ring.
The collar I would get now has the same status as the wedding ring on my finger – it is final. Then I would be officially and permanently his property.

As we took the elevator to the penthouse my friend told me not to get used to it because this would be the last time I was using it.
In front of the door I gasped as my husband lifted me up and carried me to the bed in the main bedroom. During kissing he slipped his hand between my legs while I groped for his cock. Then he told me that I had to remove this ridiculous dress, it was almost pathetic how much I tried to appear as a respectable women. Everyone should know that I'm not and one day everyone will know what I really am. He put a new leash next to me and told me to follow him before he headed to the dungeon.

I almost shred my dress and stockings to follow his command.
Then I put the leash in my mouth and crawled to the dungeon, only wearing the body suit and my choker as instructed. At the door I waited patiently until I got told to come closer so I looked at the scene.
My husband sat on a chair, my friend stood next to him and on the other side stood a table on which my new collar laid. But this one was not just a regular dog collar from a pet shop like my old one, this one was custom made. As I looked at my future Owner and this beautiful collar I got completely calm, all nervousness completely disappeared. This was exactly what I wanted and I promised myself that after the ceremony I will never remove this collar again. Except my Master would tell me to do so, of course. I knew would wear it with pride, so everybody can see that I'm owned.
I could feel the heat between my legs, looked at my wedding ring, then to the collar and then to my husband. Less than eight hours before I became his wife, now this would be taken away again and I would return to my rightful place as his pet. And this time it would be once and for all.
After some minutes they told me to come closer, so I crawled the last few meters and squatted in front of my future Owner.

Then he asked me if I was still willing to give up the last, the very last chance to lead a normal life.
We had talked about this extensively and I knew that this was the point of no return, if I agree this would have been the last decision I ever made on my own. I didn't hesitated for a second and nod, I was to astonished for words.

My husband told me that, few hours before we promised to love, respect and honour each other. This is not only important between husband and wife but even more important between an owner and his pet. But as a pet I have one more to meaning, the most important one: to obey.
And not just him as my Master but to my friend as my Mistress as well.

Then he asked if I love him. I said “yes, Sir” and he kissed me.
Then he asked if I respect and honour him. I said “yes, Sir” and bend down to kiss his feet.
Then he asked if I obey them. I said “yes Sir and Madam” and could feel ten smacks on my butt cheeks.

I presented the leash and offered it to him as a sign of my connection to and guidance trough him.
My husband removed the choker and and put the collar around my neck while saying that this collar was a sign of his love my submission to him.
Then he took the leash from my still offering hands and hooked it to the collar to show that he accepted me as his pet again. I looked him in the eyes and thanked my Master for claiming me as his pet.

Part 3 of 3

He removed the stockings and the bodysuit, which was completely soaked at the crotch area to show me around the penthouse.
I crawled behind him, naked and on all fours.

When we came to the main bedroom he closed the door in front of me and told me that henceforth this room was strictly off limits.
The only exceptions were that either I got invited by my Master and my Mistress or I had to clean in there.
It was kinda humiliating, 15 minutes prior my husband placed me as his wife on the huge bed in this room, now my Master closed this room and told me that it was strictly forbidden for pets like me. We had talked about this several times during my “mental reboot” and while planing the ceremony. If I become a pet I would be treated like one and every time I agreed because that's what I am and want to be. But I kinda thought that they would make an exception because it was the wedding night.
Maybe I looked a bit confused because Mistress started to laugh and told me to look at myself. Silly me, I wasn't a wife any more, I was a pet now.
Mistress really was a sight to behold. During the time I was shown around the penthouse she had changed. Instead of the red bra and panties now she wore white ones with fitting stockings. Even it was nothing extraordinary it absolutely highlighted her round breasts and wide hips.
And again the message she was giving me was clear, while I squatted naked and leashed on the floor she looked like a wife in her wedding night. She told me that it was Masters wedding night as well, and just because I couldn't be fucked should mean that Master have to miss on the sex. But to her defence, we had talked about this as it got clear that I was unable because of the infection – just my typical luck.

We went back to the dungeon while Mistress began to undress Master. As we reached the bed that stands here he placed me on it and both started to kiss me everywhere - a favour I happily returned. I licked Mistress pussy and sucked Masters cock to make him nice and slippery. Then I helped Master to guide his cock into Mistress pussy. I watched them, like many times before, but this time I felt something else. I have always been envious but now I got really jealous, this should be me on his dick. So I kneeled next to my Owners, spreading my pussy lips to remind them that my cunt was now open and craving to be used. Master shook his head. I had to wait ten more days, doctors order.
But he told me to sit on his face so he could eat me out. Mistress grabbed me from behind, twisted my nipples and teased me how good it felt to have sex with my boyfriend, then my fiancee and now my husband. This words, Master sucking on my clit and everything that happened this day made me reach my limit. I asked for permission to cum and saw Master giving me a “thumbs up”. It was fantastic, I had to lay on the bed to catch my breath but then kissed him, tasting my cunt on his lips. Master told Mistress to get up and I thought that maybe I would get fucked – screw the doctors order.

But instead he pulled my leash to bring me to the dog house and told me that from now on I had to sleep in the there. I was not even allowed to sleep in the dungeons bed. You know, I had slept in the dungeon several times while Master and Mistress slept (or not slept) in the main bedroom and in the last weeks it happened quite often but then I slept in the bed. Henceforward it was only for sexual activities with my owners.

Well, when we bought the dog house few days prior we have talked about that I have to sleep in it from after the ceremony and I had agreed.
But I just thought / hoped this rule would come into effect maybe a week or so later and not directly in this night. Of course that was silly from me, I wanted this life with all the consequences and of course a dog sleeps in a dog house. And you have to teach it to do so from the first day otherwise the dog will get used to sleeping in it's owners bed.
But it's big enough and really fitting for me, also it's really comfortable so I got used to it after few days.

Master squatted in front of me and his hard cock pointed in my direction. I was fighting the urge to suck him off as he unhooked the leash and asked me if I was okay. I realized (and told him) that I have everything that I ever wanted and how wonderful this day was. He praised me how marvellously I looked and handled everything. Then he kissed me and I could feel his hand reaching between my legs to play with my clit. As I rushed towards my orgasm he told me that maybe, if I just had gotten the chance I would have become a good wife one day. But this path was now closed forever because I'm definitely making a better pet. Then he told me cum again as a “house-warming gift”, I even squirted a bit on my pillow.

Then my owners wished me a good night and went to the main bedroom, I assume they had the wedding night that I wished them from the bottom of my heart. Based on Mistress' moans, she really had.
I was laying in my dog house, panting and still smelling my orgasm when I felt something under my pillow. It was an envelope: “To my beloved pet”
and inside was a letter, hand written by Master in which he praised me and also put some funny anecdotes about my training. He wrote how happy he is that I'm now his property for once and for all but also that now I'm a full-fledged pet so his exceptions in me grew likewise. On another paper he listed the 40 rules we had agreed on, all written by hand. You can find the rules in my signature.
This letters are now framed in my dog house and I made sure to memorize them. I don't want to be a disappointment to him.

I couldn't really sleep so I began to play with my wedding ring because it felt so unusual and then I got up and crawled to the big mirror. I kneeled in front of it to look at myself. I still couldn't recognise what Master sees in me because all I could see was a petite woman with a huge bush and small tits. I touched the collar which felt so wonderful familiar around my neck, looked to my dog house and realized that it doesn't matter what I see in me, it only matters what Master sees in me. And for him I'm not a woman any more and will never be again, now I'm his pet. Forever.

Learning / realizing my place

As I said already, I expected that nothing would really change, I'm the pet and as such I will behave. We had talked about it and I argument that I don't want to become a “real” pet first then got “promoted” his wife because it would imply something wrong and that's the reason we had the collaring ceremony AFTER the wedding.
Also I helped making the 40 rules during the last months and we kinda tested them if they were practical. So I knew most of the rules and if I wasn't properly following a rule I got punished. But it was not that bad because the rules were still in development, we talked about it a lot and made some changes every now and then. I knew what to expect, easy going.

So maybe I got a bit to comfortable because one thing had changed, the most important one.
I wasn't in training any more. I had become a full-fledged submissive.
And as such not just for play-sessions. When we talked about it I told my Owners that I wanted 24/7 TPE – total power exchange - and I got it.
But as such I have to stick to the rules given, the rules I had helped elaborate and Master promised he make sure I will stick to them. He wouldn't be so indulgent like he was during my training. It was like over night he became quite strict and he wouldn't hesitate to remind me of my place.
I learned that the first morning after the ceremony.

As I woke up it was almost time for my daily inspection. Normally I wouldn't slack around but since it had been a long day before I was still tired and guessed my Owners would likely sleep in. So I gave myself five more minutes.
While I stretched a bit I noticed a box in my house. It came from Mistress and after opening it the first I saw was a lot of fur.
It was a butt plug with a fox tail, black fur with a white tip and a hairband with ears. Of course I'm not a fox but a dog, but dog tail-plugs look really weird, so we decided to break protocol. Also the box contained a pair of wrist and knee pads, black with pink paws printed on them. Plus a small note, that a real pet needs a proper tail for rule 25 and she hopes that it's colour matches my fur (it does). Also since I will spend the most of my life on all fours from now I could use some protection. I smiled, plugged myself and put the pads as well as the ears on. Then I crawled through the dungeon, looking at myself in the huge mirror. I looked like the perfect pet and moved my ass so the tail would wag. Dehumanizing had never felt sexier.
But when the clock hit 8.15am I got a bit nervous, maybe I should go to the bedroom and let my Owners at least notice that I'm awake. So I crawled to the bedroom and Master already stood in the door frame, looking at his watch. He growled at me that I was 17 minutes late and ordered me to stay. I wanted to apologize but he simply closed the door in front of me.
And then he let me wait so I could think about my mistake – I had been disrespectful by wasting his time so now he was “wasting” mine.

The hallway is not very “stimulating” for any of my senses and that's the reason I hate “corner time”. I know, I know, it's a punishment and not meant to be fun. It's to give the sub time to reflect what she did wrong and I totally understand why Master did it. But I already knew what I did wrong.
Nevertheless I closed my eyes to focus on my mistake. The problem is that like most dogs I get distracted easily, a flaw that I even had as a human.
With my eyes closed my other senses got sharper so I focused on them.
I felt the warmth of the underfloor heating, I tasted my unbrushed teeth and at the same time I realized the primal odour my unwashed body radiated.
I could hear Master mumbling something which caused Mistress to giggle and I eavesdropped, trying to catch some words. My mind began to wander, I fantasized that they were making fun of me and began caressing the inside of my thighs. Not to make me horny but to have at least a bit of stimulus. After a while I got a different kind of feeling, I needed to pee. Quite bad. I endured, which is not easy if you have to keep your legs spread, because I didn't want to piss on the floor and I definitely didn't want to disobey Master.

After what felt like ages the door finally opened and Master told me that every time either he or Mistress have to wait for me he will make me wait twice as long and if they both have to wait he will make me wait four times as long. I apologized but he interrupted me and told me that he don't want my apologizes, he want me to do it right, if not I will get punished and better not make the same mistake again. I nod and told him that I understood.

Then he ordered me into inspection / display position. After kneeling so long it was quite uncomfortable to stretch my legs again.
The first he comment was my smell: my mouth, my body, my everything and my appearance in general: my unkempt hair and my still messy fur.
I pressed my lips together, disappointed by myself. I noticed that he had taken a shower already and felt even more unclean.
He slowly walked around me, fondled my breasts and let his hands slide over my body. As he pressed my stomach a bit I twitched and winced so he asked if I was okay. I told him that I needed to pee so badly, but he just shrugged his shoulders and continued the inspection.
He squatted in front of me, rubbed my fur and spread my labia to check my pink. He put some cream on the sore part on my cunt to support the healing, wiped his fingers at my thigh, told me that my cunt smelled nasty and ordered me to turn around. I had to spread my buttocks and he removed the tail so he could to probe my butt hole.
The urge to pee grew stronger. He didn't take his time, just inspected me like many times before but I wished he would hurry. Lastly he checked my legs and feet and then ordered me to turn back. When he stood in front of me I could tell by the look on his face that he absolutely wasn't satisfied.
He asked how I dared to offer myself for inspection in such a state. As I wanted to apologize he simply spat on me, ordered me to turn around again, bend over and spread my buttocks so he could put the tail back in.
When he finally told me to get back on all fours I was breathing heavily, not because I was horny but because was about to piss myself.
He dismissed me and as fast as I could I crawled towards the dungeon, namely the shower in small bathroom attached to it, but Mistress stopped me.
The shower tray is for bad weather only and that was nice enough, so I had to piss outside, in the drain on the roof.

I squatted at the door waiting impatiently for the motor to pull up the blinds when I began dripping. I clenched hard and pressed my hand between my legs, everything to hold it for few more seconds. When the door opened I rushed out but Master hold me back and pushed my head down to the puddle that I left near the door. I knew I had to tell him that I couldn't hold at the moment I began to dribble but I was in such hurry. I apologized but was told that the next time he would rub my face in it and that I knew what I had to do now.
I had to lick it up. I despise tasting piss, but since my embarrassing escapades as a “toilet-slave” I don't see it as a limit any more.
I made sure it was spotless.

When he finally let me out I almost tripped over the small step leading outside rushing towards the circle that marked my “pee-area” around the drain. Of course it was not the drain near to the terrace (so it wouldn't smell like pee in summer) but the one in the farthest corner of the roof. As I got in the circle I hold my tail up, pressing it to my spine and pushed my hips a bit forward so I could finally relief myself.
But I couldn't.

You know when you hold your pee in for so long that you can hardly get it out?
I pressed on my bladder and pushed so hard that I even pushed out my tail. Finally I peed a bit, then a bit more and then it stopped. It was not enough to feel even slightly relieved. I moaned in frustration, my bladder still felt like it could burst any second. I tired harder but nothing.
After a minute or two I finally managed to pee a bit. But then Master was ordering me back in. Of course I had to follow his order instantly but I couldn't stop peeing and I didn't want to say loud that I was still pissing in the drain and needed more time.
So he came outside and I noticed that with every step he came closer I could pee better. Not because the pressure wasn't that bad any more (it still was) but because I always feel save and protected by him when being in this vulnerable position.

And while I emptied my bladder he squatted behind me and started to comb my hair with his fingers. While doing so he asked if I was alright or had changed my mind because it seemed that I didn't want to follow his orders or stick to the rules that I had imposed on myself. I love that he is always caring for me – not just for the aftercare but for the “in-between-care” as well. Yet it was quite bizarre to have this talk while I was emptying my bladder outside. I shook my head and told him that this, this total and utter submission, was exactly what I had always asked for and dreamed of and that I made my decision a long time ago. I want to be his pet and I'm happy that he claimed me as his property.
He sighted and told me that maybe it was a mistake to turn me into a full-fledged pet already (Already? I had been in training for five years), that I wasn't ready for this commitment yet because I behaved so badly and needed more training.
I told him that I was just overwhelmed, but I'm ready to prove that I'm worth his trust. I'm a good pet. I smirked and told him that otherwise it would be a bit too late, wouldn't it? He gave me a light smack on my cheek and told me not to get to cocky. Then he kissed me and told me that in this case I would understand that I had to be punished for my rebellious behaviour and ordered me to wait. So I did.
It was a bit chilly but the sun was quite warm and he didn't take long.

I noticed that he was carrying the leash and when he reached me I lifted my head so he could attach it to the collar. Then he guided me to the sitting area on the terrace and I saw that he moved the table away from the seats. He lifted me on the table and told me that I will get punished for appearing unwashed to my inspection (not for being late, because I had been punished for that by waiting 34 minutes), for pissing on the floor and for not following his command to return back in. When he placed the paddle in front of me so I could kiss it I got a bit worried that the neighbours would hear me (there was no chance that we could have been seen, we live on top of a ten story building after all) getting punished. But after receiving the first of the 50 smacks I really didn't care any more. Of course I had to count loud but it was the right amount of make me feel disciplined yet safe and secure.
Then he made me raise my arms and legs so he could remove the wrist and knee protection and last he removed my collar, which made me quite nervous. But then Mistress came out, carrying two buckets of water and I realized Master wanted to wash me, here on the table because “he don't want me so disgustingly dirty in his house”.
I mean, I didn't smell that bad because I have had a shower less than 24 hours ago. But during the wedding and the night I sweat a bit and of course yesterday during the wedding I couldn't wash myself down there as properly as I would do at home (we have a bowl so we can wash our genitals after peeing). It was just my natural scent and Master always told me that he likes it, so this was mostly part of the play. You know, I have a shower every morning (except for my long hair because it takes some time to properly dry) and wash my hair plus body in the evening. Okay I didn't had a shower yesterday evening, so maybe I smelled a bit stronger than usual because I felt uncomfortable with my odour as well.

As her poured the first bucked over my back I gasped, the water was ice cold. Master looked at Mistress but she simply shrugged her shoulders and said that if I wanted warm water I should have taken a warm shower in the morning.
At least the water Master used to wash me was warm and it felt really nice. Of course I had been washed by my Owners before, but in the shower, with feet shoulder wide apart and the hands against the wall. Being washed outside, kneeling on a table right after I got a proper paddling was highly arousing. When he began to wash my breast with the sponge I moaned softly and when he soaped my pubic hair with his bare hands I had had to bite my lips. I didn't even realised that he finished washing me until Mistress poured another bucket ice cold water over me.

Afterwards Master rubbed me dry with a towel, put the collar plus the pads back on me, gave me my tail and brushed my hair. Then he lifted me off the table and guided me back into the living room. I got a light scolding and reminder that I'm neither in training nor an ordinary woman any more.

I don't know if this “public paddling and washing” really count as a punishment because I was clearly enjoying it more than I should. Nevertheless it helped me to realize that not only his expectation in me had risen since the ceremony but also that he rather sees me as his pet than his wife.

Also my openness with my kinks had grown since the ceremony and now Mistress' parents also know what I am.
Even they are quite open minded they were curious why their daughter still lives with a married couple. Also they realized that:
a) we don't have a dog but a dog bowl, a leash and that I was wearing the fitting collar to that leash,
b) I never said “I'm going to the bathroom” but looked at my husband or (when he was not present) their daughter and asked “May I go to the bathroom, please?” and
c) I was always the one serving, getting drinks / fresh coffee from the kitchen or offering another piece of cake while my friends didn't lift a finger.

It's not that I was roaming around naked or crawling on all fours in front of them but there was pretty clear evidence that I didn't bother to hide, at least for them. So when they came for a visit in the afternoon and asked again if Mistress plans to move out (and hopefully don't move back with them) we (mostly I) simply told them what my status is for my husband and their daughter. They looked at me dumpfolded.
Then they thought we were making fun of them and they laughed until my (slightly embarrassed) Mistress told them that it's true. You could see their confusion, then how they put all the indications together and how the penny dropped. While Mistress discussed with her mother I could see that her father glimpsed at me deeply. I don't know if he imagined his daughter with her exotic pet or thought about how it would be if he would have an Asian pet for himself or for him and his wife. But even after this confession they haven't treat me different than before and still call me my real name, but also they don't care if I address my Master and Mistress as such instead of their real names. Of course we didn't tell them absolutely everything but they will keep our secret and are also otherwise really cool folks.

Sadly I can't say that about my family although my mother knows few of my kinks, like I stated before. But she and my sister must never know my true self because otherwise it's quite certain that I will be expelled from my family. And I don't want that.
For them I'm a “stay at home wife”. I keep everything clean, do grocery shopping and make sure we have a nice dinner. So there is no difference to a 24/7 TPE. Except a SAHW wear clothes, walk on their feet, sleep with their husband in their bed, are not property, and...
Okay, maybe there are minor differences :D

Getting a custom made chastity belt

As I said I already had experience in wearing a chastity belt and to be honest I was fascinated by those things since I knew they exist.
Mistress and I had just watched “Mad Max: Fury Road” and were discussing the movie. Especially the scene with were the women were freed from their steel prisons. Imagine being forced to wear such a thing and have to life with it.
Yes, imagine...

I had just recently discovered my kinks and still was experimenting with denial. How it would feel wearing such a brutal piece of steel which only function is to deny your pleasure and being at mercy to whoever holds the key...
The first thing I did the next day was searching for pictures and videos of women in chastity belts.
I bought a pair nice grey panties so I could fantasize of wearing one and every time I touched my “chastity panties” I had to fight the urge to touch my throbbing cunny which left dark spots in the fabric. I didn't mind wearing them for two or three days, even it felt kinda dirty putting them back on just after having a shower. So I went to the shop and bought some more so I could wear a fresh one every day. Like you would clean a chastity belt daily as well. Also I “locked” them by putting a tiny padlock on them. Of course I could have simply pulled them down but for my mindset it was quite important that I had to “unlock” them first.

Of course Master knew about this fantasy when he started to train me although we haven't talked about it. But he knew what I was looking for on the internet and he had seen one of the locked panties in my toy box. So he put one and one together.

Every time he put me in denial I was ordered to wear one of the grey panties and when I was wearing one when I visited him he didn't let me cum. He edged me mercilessly until I begged him to let me cum but he just looked on my panties, told me "No" and pulled them back up.

Then he made me “lock” them again on me and later he put the small padlock on my septate hymen. First we experimented only in the penthouse and it felt interesting having something dangling between my legs / adding a nice pulling sensation down there. Also it felt intense when the panties pressed it against my cunny or how it moved while walking. Knowing that I was sitting like that in class with my friends around me made me really light headed.
Of course I had a key so I could remove it before gym class. Master didn't want to risk that I get hurt or that my classmates notice it under the shower afterwards.

During the time my kink for being denied and locked away grew more and more.
Until in 2018 Master finally had a fitting occasion to order a chastity belt, which ended in my denial diary.

I often wore it several times after my diary but because it was a quite cheap one it needed adjustment almost daily and didn't fit very well.
So after the ceremony Master decided that since this will be the last “panties” I will ever wear, at least during “LOCKtober” it would be nice to have a chastity belt that was made especially for me and therefore would fit perfectly. One that I could wear over over weeks or months. Maybe even years? I was a bit speechless but also very curious. I love being denied (way more than to cum) so when we talked about it I agreed immediately.

Master set an appointment at a company that produces custom made chastity belts (I didn't even know that there was a marked for custom ones) about a month after the ceremony. Of course we could have ordered a measuring kit and take the measurements in the safety of our home. But Master insisted that we go there personally so a professional would take my measurements. He said it's like getting a tailored suit, you don't take the measurement by yourself and hope for the best.
Also he told me to see it as part of my training. He want me to be comfortable in embarrassing situations and because it was nobody I know I trust my Owners with this decision. I love that he's mostly explained why he wanted me to do something and now he can just give me an order and I obey because I know he made sure that it was safe for me. I trust him completely with his decisions.

The company building was rather small but the people were really friendly and they have a nice show room for your inspration.
It was really interesting to see all the different models they have on display and it was fun trying the different models, even we already had a specific idea. But it was also highly embarrassing to talk to the woman about my preferences of being locked away.
So I got asked if I want a hip- or waist band, what kind of crotch belt, for long or short term wearing? Stuff like this.

I decided for a hip model; with super-ergonomic waist band; a continuous crotch belt with anus-hole and conical frontshild with urine holes and black silicone profile. Also a travel system so we can fold it for better storage.

The woman wrote down everything and told to undress, so she could take my measurements. The problem was that I don't wore any underwear, only leggings with a long dress and both had to go. I expected that I could just lift the dress and they would measure above the leggings. But to make it really fit they have to measure without pants of course. So I took off the dress and notice that the woman glimpsed on my bare little titties.
When I pulled down my leggings it was obvious that I wasn't wearing panties either because I left a small wet spot in my leggings.
Of course the first thing she noticed was my fur, it was obvious that it was not just “untrimmed” but unkempt for years. The woman told me that she would recommend to have it removed for hygienic reasons. I was ashamed but told her that it was part of my lifestyle and I'm not allowed to shave it.
She told me that it's okay, keeping the area hairless it just a recommendation. But we have to make sure that the covered area will get washed properly. We also have to think about that it could happen that a hair get stuck and cause some irritation or some hair will sneak between my labia and make me itchy down there. If that happens I could do nothing about and it will reduce the comfort.
Then she put the measurement belt (like a chastity belt made of fabric and with Velcro fastener) on me and adjusted everything.
She also told me that I have a quite prominent genital, with a big fanny hill and thick outer labia.
(Thanks for noticing and pointing out my most embarrassing feature. Do you think I don't know that?)
So she would advise to take the convex frontshield so my labia and fanny hill could nest quite comfortable in the crotch belt and wouldn't get squeezed like they would with the flat shield. It cost just a bit more and was absolutely worth it.
After about 15 minutes she had wrote down all my measurements and removed the fabric belt. I noticed that I made some damp spots in it and my cunt was very wet. I was so embarrassed but the woman said that it happens quite regularly.

After I got dressed she went through the order with us again. As I read the price I gasped – it was almost 900€ (or 1,000$ for my US-friends).
But Master agreed and told me that it's his present to me for the collaring ceremony. So if the woman didn't realize before she now knew what kind of status I have.

After about 18 days we got a call that my belt was ready to be picked up and since we were in the area we went there the same day.
I got locked away right in the store and it fit perfectly. It was a difference like day and night, compared with my old chastity belt.

Even it was really expensive I don't regret it for a minute because if I get locked away I know I won't have any problems wearing it for long times.

Thank you for another beautyful chapter of your story.

(Would you mind sharing a link to the model of your chastity belt?)

Thank you very much :)

Here is the link:
https://www.my-steel.de/total-chasti...hole-for-women

I have the hip-style because it's way easier to hide under clothes. The waist-type covers the navel so if you are wearing a crop top it's clearly visible ;)

Everyday life of an everyday pet

You may be interested in how someone who decided to be the pet for her husband / Master and the woman that replaced me as his wife / Mistress does spend their days.

Well, it started with the question if Master expected me to have a regular job. The answer, that he and Mistress earn enough money to provide a decent standard of living and it's not necessary that I have to get as job as well, was quite a relieve.
So I asked to have a 24/7-PTE relationship – means that I became their property, absolutely don't have any rights any more and I'm nothing else than their pet. Everything I had ever owned is now theirs, they decide what's best for me and since I wanted to be a pet (namely a dog) everything even remotely considered “human” became a privilege. But that also means they are responsible for me.

Since my Owners do not allow me to have a job it gives me plenty of time.
Time that I don't want to waste by waiting at home until my Owners come back from work. So, as I said before, during that time I'm more like a stay at home wife, even now I would prefer being addressed as "slave". Or "maid" if you want to be polite.
It doesn't matter what I'm called, important is that I'm giving my best so they don't have to lift a finger when they come home. I think that was considered normal few decades ago, the man has a job while the woman take care of the home and children if they have one. I've the feeling that since this somehow changed, society slowly went down. So, fuck feminism, embrace traditionalism.

My daily duties depend on if we have a workday or if it's weekend / holiday / vacation.
The later mostly depend on what my Owners decide, so I will focus on the workdays.

During workdays I must sleep in my dog hose in the dungeon. On the other days I can be invited to the master bedroom and sleep in my doggy bed, which first was quite regularly but now is limited to special occasions like Christmas or my birthday. So yes, mostly I sleep in my dog house.
During the week I get up at 5.30am, wash myself, brush my teeth, comp my hair (all of it) and put in my tail-plug before crawling to the master bedroom to wake up my Owners. Then I wait in the hallway to be inspected – standing straight, feet shoulder wide apart and hands behind my head.
Like this: https://www.restrainedelegance.com/p...6IMG_9239d.jpg except that I'm not standing on tiptoes.

If Master is satisfied with my appearance I will get my required morning edges. If he's not satisfied I have to turn around, feet wide apart and hands on the wall so he can punish me. Then I will get my morning edges as well, so I start my day nice wet and horny.

For the edges he stand behind me, so I can lean against him while he puts his hand between my legs to rub my clit and pussy in general. After a while he slips two fingers inside me and start massaging my insides. At the moment I'm in training to suppress my orgasm, so I have to say when I'm at the edge and then hold it while Master keeps stimulating me. I have a minute resting time between each edge – four times in total. Mistress measures the time I managed to hold each edge, if the time is to low (< 6 seconds at the moment) she will slap my cunt afterwards. During the last weeks the time I could hold my edges increased slowly but steadily. But training will get harder over time and the goal is increase it from 70 to 100 edges per week.

Normally, after being inspected and edged, I get locked into my chastity belt and get my tail back. Then I'm going prepare breakfast and set the table while Master and Mistress take a shower and get dressed. During breakfast I squat next to his chair and wait for them to eat. Sometimes Master feeds me some sausage or other food while Mistress tells him not to spoil me because dogs shouldn't be fed at the table.
But my Owners eat first and I'm not eating before they have finished breakfast. Only then I'm allowed to crawl to the feeding area next to the cabinet were I'm eating my bowl of oatmeal.

Before leaving to work Master picks out the clothes and the plug I have to wear if I have to leave the penthouse to go shopping. If there is no need to go shopping he doesn't lay out some clothes because then I'm not leaving the penthouse during the day. It's so simple that even a dumb animal like me can understand this. But under no circumstances I'm allowed to leave the house without something in my ass, so I can't forget that I'm owned all the time, even in public or when visiting my family or friends.

When they have left for work it's the part were we kinda “break protocol” because then I do the things that a normal pet won't do and it would be the task of a slave / maid. But as I said, it would be a waste of time just sitting here for ten hours doing nothing while my Owners have to cook, go grocery shopping, and clean everything when they come home from work. Otherwise it would be very boring for me and reduce the time for play in the evening.

So I'm cleaning the penthouse during my Owners absence and I got a time schedule which room has to be cleaned on which day. Housework that can be done on all fours (like the daily vacuuming and wiping all floors) must to be done on all fours.
On Monday I clean the living room, Tuesday the kitchen got a cleaning and I do some laundry, Wednesday I clean my Owners bathroom and “mine” while the Toilets are also cleaned on Monday and Friday. Thursday I tidy up the Dungeon, put some new sheets on my mattress and wash my blanket and do some laundry again. Friday I'm cleaning the masters bedroom so my Owners can start the weekend in a fresh bed and tidy room. Also it's the only day that I'm allowed to enter the room without being invited by Master or Mistress. Of course, if they had a satisfying night it could happen that I also have to change the sheets the next morning even it's not Friday.

From spring to late autumn it also part of my duties to take care of the roof garden and roof terrace. But during the week it's mostly just watering the plants while the rest we do all together - the chairs and table are way to heavy for me.
It's really fun to turn this roof in an “oasis of relaxation” every spring with the people you love and we laugh a lot while doing so. Also there's something primal about crouching naked in front of a plant pot, with your hands in the soil while growing flowers and vegetables. I really like this time of the year. Last year we've even build a box so we had our own patch of lawn, but sadly it drowned in October because of heavy rain.
During summer we spend most evenings in the roof garden and even have a whirlpool there. Of course I get quite a tan when exposed to the sun and my mother "scold" me every year because my skin got so dark (white skin is considered beautiful in Asia). Thank god she didn't noticed that I never got any tan lines in the last five years. Except for the tan lines my chastity belt leaves behind.

Every three hours I have set toilet breaks which I can use to pee. Of course I mustn't just go to the bathroom but have to inform Master about it. He can't deny it (because if a dog gotta go it gotta go) but a good dog let its owner know about its need to pee. Often he or Mistress gave me a video call so they can watch me squatting in the shower tub in “my” bathroom or, during summer in the designated “pee-area” on the roof and wash myself afterwards as good as possible the belt allows.

As said before, if necessary I go grocery shopping. Since I not allowed to own anything any more I have a credit card in my name, but it's Masters bank account and I have to show him every receipt in the evening. Of course I can buy stuff for myself but I have to ask him first and then I have to pay him back in form of getting spanked – one Euro equals one spank. I once lost a receipt over 107€ and had to pay it back in full. I never lost one again.

So if I leave the penthouse I crawl to the vestibule, remove my tail and replace it with the generously lubed plug Master decided for me. I simply push it through the anal-hole of my crotch belt into my butt. I have to lube the plug so much since I can't get it back out while belted because I can't really grab it through the hole. Then I take a picture, send it to Master to thank him for providing me clothes and owning me and get dressed.

I take the stairs down, get the shopping caddy out of the basement and walk to the supermarket. When I come back I put the caddy in the elevator and take the stairs back up. I bring the caddy inside, undress in the vestibule and bring all the goods to the kitchen. Then I go back to the vestibule, get dressed again and bring the caddy back into the basement. Afterwards I go back up, undress again and mostly it's time to prepare dinner then.
So when my Owners come home they can sit down and eat after a long day at work.

Of course the daily routines takes less than the ten hours a day my Owners are not present, so I have some time for myself which I use to browse the internet to educate myself and keep informed about what's happening in the world. This is important for Master because when we go to an event with his colleagues I will accompany him and from a man in his position they expect a smart woman on his side, not a dumb bitch. Also he's not the guy that likes this types of women and if the only thing I had to offer was my body he would be bored to death.
So, often he gives me a topic to inform myself or I have to give him a short news report about what happened during the day.

Before my Owners take the elevator to the penthouse they ring the bell downstairs, giving me enough time to crawl to the door and greet them them like the well behaved dog that I am. For this I kneel in front of the door to the vestibule and as soon as it opens I bend forward until my forehead touches the floor while slightly raising my butt at the same time. I found this position on the internet and loved it immediately. It's so wonderfully submissive and shows my devotion towards my Owners. They were quite surprised when I greeted them this way for the first time but loved it as well.
It's this one: https://www.restrainedelegance.com/p...6IMG_9359d.jpg

Master then unlocks my chastity belt, removes the plug and gives me time to wash myself down there so I'm all clean for the following inspection. Afterwards I get my tail-plug and often I get belted again.
In the meantime Mistress checks if I did my cleaning duties properly. If she is not satisfied I have time to clean while they are eating and my food will be either cold then or if nothing is left I will stay hungry. But mostly we eat dinner together because I take my duties serious. One day after cleaning the bathroom I forgot to return the wash bowl, soap and a clean towel for Mistress to clean her genital. Even I corrected my mistake immediately, I had to lick her clean for a whole week after peeing and that was a lesson to remember for me.

Of course I don't sit at the table with them and plates and cutlery are out of question for me. Although I get the same food as my Owners for dinner, the meat it's already pre-cut to fit into my bowl so I can just eat it and don't have to rip it apart like a wild animal. But as I stated above, the feeding area is off to the side, next to a big cabinet were I can't see the table and my Owners were not disgusted or annoyed by seeing me devouring my food. I have to admit, kneeling on the floor and eating from a bowl was difficult the first days, especially not using my hands. It's so degrading and dehumanizing that my cunt throbs and drips violently.
After dinner I clear the table, load the dishwasher and wash my bowl. Only then, at the very end, I can go an wash my face.

In the evening we watch TV, during summer we relax in the whirlpool or we just take a walk in the streets or in the woods.
Often we play some games in which I have to find and retrieve Mistress panties that she hid somewhere. We build a small parcour or I have to catch M&M's with my snout. Of course we do some sexual stuff as well and mostly it's dedicated to my training or just for fun. Mostly it's more fun for my Owners.
Lately we're doing some kind of “tug of war”. For this I get my golf-ball-sized anal-beads inserted in my ass and I have to tense my sphincter to keep them in while my Owners try to pull them out. This way we train the muscle there so my butt hole stays nice and tight. It can be exhausting but I feel that my butt hole got a better grip already.

Of course this hole should not only be tight but also flexible. So, later in de evening I have to do my “anal meditation” by sitting 30 minutes on my anal cone to stretch my butt hole.
First of all I get an enema so my insides are clean and I don't soil the cone. I lube it up, my butt hole as well and squat over the tip. Then I lower myself slowly until the tip touches by anus. I relax and lowering myself more, letting this nice shape carefully invading and stretching me. Mostly when the cone is halfway in I have to grab my knees to keep my hands form wandering to my nipples or clit. Often I start quivering because my denied cunt gets quite angry and sends spasm through my whole body. Mistress also loves pointing out when my plump and unshaven dark pussy starts throbbing violently.
Lately Master films me during this and it's obvious that while sitting there with my ass stretched out to the maximum my intelligence drops below zero. Like it has dripped out of that pulsating wet hole between my spread legs.
The first times I have done this in a corner, facing the wall so I could focus on my submission. Now I doing this meditation in the middle of the living room on the coffee table because I have to get used to being watched doing this shameful activity. My Owners will walk around all the time and look how my butt wrapped around the huge cone or make fun about my uncontrollably throbbing cunt. When I close my eyes I really feel like I'm on display. Sometimes I don't even realize that the time is up and my Owners just let me enjoy it for few more minutes.
After my meditation I slowly lift from the cone that forcefully kept my butt open to 10cm / 4in for the last 30 minutes. Of course my Owners then what to examinate the result so I show them my gaping butt hole before cleaning my “training utensils” and wiping the table.

Around 8pm it's time for my evening edges so I can end the day the same way I had started it, desperate and horny. Of course Mistress will check how long I can hold the edge again and punish me for the ones I couldn't hold long enough. After that we watch a movie (I love the old action film from the 80s and 90s and of course I have a thing for Disney films). Sometimes, on very rare occasions I'm allowed on the sofa, where I place my head on Masters lap and he softly caress my butt cheeks. But mostly I just sit on a pillow next to the sofa.
Around 10:30pm it's time for my night routine. I'm led to “my” bathroom (the small one attached to the dungeon) and I have the chance to empty my bowels, if not done before the anal training, but not to pee. That I have to do squatting in the shower tub and subsequently I have to stand with my feet apart and my hands pressed against the wall so Master could wash me properly. Afterwards he rubs me dry, blow-dry my hair and bring me to the bed in the dungeon to comb my hair which I absolutely love. We cuddle a bit and talk about the day.
After that Master orders me to go into my dog house. I can read a book or take my laptop to answer my PM, write my diary or simply browse the internet. Or I could just sleep, how I spend this time is up to me but have to stay in there.

So, that's my regular day and I hope you enjoyed having a small glimpse of how this well-trained pet spends it :)

Very nice. Reading your full journey i'm very impressed at how far you've come.

Thank you very much :)

I guess most people wouldn't understand why I, an educated woman, gave up everything to willingly became property. I know you can't really own humans in Germany, but you know what I mean. About seven years ago it all started as a play maybe a dream, being really owned was more something I fantasized about.
Yet, as arousing this fantasy was, it also frightened me and it took quite a few hurdles to accept myself and this strange desire.

But several attempts showed us (Master, Mistress and me) that I'm not capable of a normal “vanilla” relationship. Like everybody I need love, but that's not enough. I don't want a partner, someone equal. I need loving and strict but caring Owners.
I crave the humiliating aspect of being treated like an animal and not like a human. And I absolutely love being owned.
I don't think that any of us had planned such a development or hat foreseen it, although I'm not unhappy with it.

So, let's get back to the original question how this shy girl that was afraid to touch herself became the proud pet that I'm now.

Did I find an answer?
No.

For the last ten months I checked and shared all the waypoints and every decision that I made, from the idea of being owned, over exploring and embracing my fetishes to the collaring ceremony. While reading my “denial diary” again I realised that during that time I slowly slipped deeper into submission. But I couldn't make out the point were the path spit and I decided to become a pet.
Maybe I'm just build this way, maybe I took a “different exit” in live or maybe I have a calling in life that I can't and don't need to understand.
So maybe one of you have found it, but at the same time I ask myself if I really care that I didn't find an answer?
No, not any more.

In the past I often had reservations when I was asked to do something unpleasant. But Master made it clear to me that, since the ceremony, I am no longer a "normal" woman and have officially chosen this life for myself. With all it's consequences.
Moreover, as my owner he also duties, just as every other person who keeps a pet must also take responsibility for it.
So, when I said that I don't have any rights it's not the whole truth. Of course I don't have any “human” rights because that would be silly.

But I realised that I have the right not to care about unpleasant decisions.
I don't make them, so they are not my responsibility any more. Of course I have to follow the rules. But at the same time my Owners have to and will make sure that I'm not given a command that is against these rules or my limits.

And most important, I have the right to be trained properly.
Sometimes I simply need a firm hand and discipline. Punishing me to correct unwanted behaviour or disrespect is not abuse. It shows Master cares enough to want to correct me. It shows love. It shows a presence in my life, that I'm seen and heard. Because the opposite of love is not hate - it’s neglect.

So even someone would judge me (my family definitely will), you can't deny that it's a happy and peaceful life.
I enjoy what I have become and looking forward what ever my Owners will decide for me :)

So, since I didn't find an answer I will turn this thing in a kind of open diary now.

Beautifully said.

Dignity is overrated - being replaced by a better woman.

As I said, this is now a diary and I will not bore you with some average stuff but things that were a bit more special. So this may seem to be just small events but these events helped me a lot to enjoy and understand my place.

Master knew that the collaring ceremony was something I took very serious, even more than the actual wedding and he changed his mindset from treating this as “pet-play” to treating me as his pet immediately. I learned that on the first day, like I wrote already.
But shortly before the wedding I could see some minor changes in Mistress behaviour. She started to be a bit nervous and it lasted until the first day after the ceremony. I guess she was expecting that, after the Master and his pet became husband and wife there would be no more room for her. We had talked about this and assured her that this won't happen, but she still was concerned.
But then she saw how Master treated me on the first day and it evaporated her worries.

She realized that Master acts according to my wishes to see me as his pet and that he will treat me like that from now on.
But also she knew that he is a married man and as such he need a wife on his side, not a pet. So she decided to fill this vacant spot.
She always have been the woman in this household, now she made sure that she would be seen as the wife.

Before the ceremony I often walked because it was much easier. But after the ceremony I was shown the penthouse while crawling on all fours and since I had chosen to be a pet, she decided that from now I always have crawl. Standing or walking on my hind legs got strictly limited. That's why she bought the wrist and knee pads for me and it doesn't matter that it made my life more difficult.
Also spending my live on all fours has the pleasant secondary effect that my Owners can look down on me while I must look up to them :)

But for the meals I was sitting back on the table with them. And Mistress thought this was wrong, I could see it in her face.
Every time I sat down she looked at me like I was offending her with my sole presence, but was not sure how she could ban me from the table.

When Master went on a business trip Mistress made me eat from my dog bowl. Before that it was just a funny accessory, not something I really used.
One evening, while we were watching TV, I was eating some M&M's and placed the regular wooden bowl next to me on the floor. Without hesitation Mistress got up and placed my dog bowl next to me in which she poured the sweets. I still was allowed to grab them with my hands and don't had to eat them like a dog, but I know that this would be the beginning of making me eat like one. Every evening my share of the sweets, potato chips or gummy bears were served in my steel dog bowl while Mistress used the nice wood one.
Later she decided that I had to use my dog bowl instead of the porcelain one to eat my breakfast, but I still was allowed to sit on the table. I guess she didn't want to overdo it for the beginning.
When Master was back and saw me eating my oatmeal from my dog bowl he looked at me bewildered but didn't say anything while Mistress giggled.

Later Mistress comment that dogs normally don't sit at the table and since I was eating from my bowl...
I looked at Master and placed my bowl on the floor and continued eating my breakfast like it was normal for me. But I was still using a spoon and for dinner I was sitting on the table again.
After few days I renounced the spoon for breakfast, I wanted to eat like the dog that I am. It was quite messy and although Master looked at me in disgust it was funny and arousing. I tried it again the next day and because I made a mess again without saying a word Master took my bowl and placed it in the “feeding area”. In the evening, after cooking dinner, I arranged the food nicely on the plates for my Owners while I simply scraped mine into the bowl.
At the table my Owners looked at me, completely disgusted, while I grinned happily. Without saying a word Master took my bowl (but left the cutlery at the table), placed it on the floor next to the big cabinet and told me that if I want to eat like a dog I can do it. But not while sitting on the same table with humans.

Of course we talked about this (communication is very important, especially when you dehumanize someone) and from that moment I was only allowed to eat from my bowl in the designated feeding area. Master even bought a nice mat so I didn't soil the nice hardwood floor.

I was peeing like a dog and sleeping in my dog house before, have a tail and dog ears, now I was crawling and eating like one - my metamorphosis to become a pet was done. There was almost nothing human about my behaviour anymore. It's perfect :)

But I always remembered how nervous Mistress became when she realized that Master and me are getting married. I talked about that with him and decided it would be nice to give her something that shows her she will always be part of our live. And that nothing will ever change that.

As the first wedding day came closer I realized that I don't see this day as something special. For me it's just the day my last name changed and not like the collaring ceremony which was the day my whole life changed. But I thought that it was the perfect time to give Mistress the present I had chosen.

So on my wedding day I handed Mistress an copy of my wedding ring. Of course I know the meaning of this present and the consequences.
It was not just sign of my utterly submission to my Owners but also to show her my recognition that she had replaced me as the wife and that I accepted my place as the pet.

When I put the ring on her finger she promised me that she will never see and never treat me as something different than their family dog.

Afterwards Master kissed his wife and started to undress her, because he wanted to see how she looked wearing nothing except for the ring. When she removed her dress I gasped because underneath it she wore some nice white bridal-lingerie. Maybe it was just coincidence, maybe Master told her or but it doesn't matter. Seeing Mistress like this made me really happy, she is the woman, the wife, Master deserve and it's only right that she replaced me :)
Once my mother told me I could be anything – my Owners know that I'm just a pet. I still wear my ring as well, but see myself only as a wife on paper.

So, it was done, I had thrown away the last bit of dignity that I had.

This just makes me sad...

It does seem very unhealthy...

Hi

Sorry to hear that.
But it don't have to, it's just part of our play.

We had talked about it for almost a month and we evaluate several time per week how the last days went and what we expect from each other.

I have a huge humiliation kink that I can't deny and my people know and care about that. We have a wonderful communication and take care of each others needs, sorry if it sound otherwise. We're moving inside a frame that I set (my limits and boundaries), sometimes we get close to it, sometimes we may even push it a bit. But my folks wouldn't step over theses boundaries without my permission.

I'll try to express that more in future reports :)
Thanks for the note :)

I'm surprised...

This is the first time I see any of GD's threads rated 3-stars. Usually, people rate a thread only if they want to show their appreciation. This time, apparently, someone decided to intentionally lower the rating (I know for sure, having myself given 5 stars).

I guess this is because Pet Ra doesn't hold back in her writing, as well as she doesn't refrain in her real life** from experiences that most of us (me included) would deem way too extreme. Someone maybe got offended, or thought of this story as the account of an abusive relationship. But Pet Ra herself stated very clearly, and not just one time:
- that she has chosen this way of life
- that she feels happy this way
- that she and her owners discussed every single aspect of their unusual life, making adjustments, changing route, and stopping altogether when needed, and that they did it multiple times on their way
- that often, Master himself was the one stopping the game, asking if everything was ok, that what was happening was really what Pet Ra desired, and making her aware of issues that she herself didn't see.

This is more than most of the people experiment, or can ask for, in their "normal" life.

So, really, I don't get it. It seems like a public display of non-requested concern, and it reeks of a judgmental attitude

I just hope that it doesn't hold back our Pet to tell her story, if she wants. I know I would be glad if she decided to go on

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** Granted that all of this is real, and not a fantasy. But this is beyond the point, and frankly, I don't give a damn, if it's so well written... And if it really was a fantasy, the whole point of worrying for the presumed "unhealthiness" of this life arrangement, or feeling "sad" about it, is totally out-of-focus

Thank you very much for your post.
Also I want to thank GivingWantingDares for his encouraging PM.
I really appreciating it :)

I've talked about it with my Owners again and since P_Murrath and Koppel don't care to elucidate their opinion any further we decided that we don't care about it either.
Even that approximately ten low ratings "magically appeared" make me chuckle now :D

On the other hand I think it's quite funny that Koppel states in his signature that he's "looking for an extreme slave" but now goes full social justice warrior and get offended on my behalf. Guess the "extreme" he could offer is a OTK spanking - yes, I'm mocking him here :p

Edit: I also want to thank stubenkueken1984 as well for his PM.

:D

...and, just because I need to reach 16 characters...

:D again

Just a walk in the woods

We did this stroll a while ago but since I wanted to keep this diary in chronological order just I post it now. It was not really for training purposes but it was such a nice experience that I want to share it with you.

First, I once bought a toy called “Slink” and it's intimidating huge. But since I'm used to have my butt stretched (the Slink and my cone have the same diameter) I wanted something that could fill me deep as well. Also I love to push myself.
I often call it “the snake” because it feels like one is moving through you. It took a while to get used to it but now I absolutely love pushing this toy in me and now I was eager to experience this in a hidden public place.

For the stroll I was wearing my coat and leggings, nothing else. Okay, shoes too of course. I had a thoroughgoing enema, my “big” plug (12cm / 4.7in long, 4.1cm / 1.6in diameter) was in my butt, I had “the snake”, a tube of lubricant and a bag for the plug in my backpack. I was ready.
Master took another backpack with him for a picnic.
As usual I sat in the back of the car, took off my jacket and pulled down my leggings. But because the windows were tinted, I don't think anyone saw me. The forest parking lot was already quite full when we arrived, but Master was still able to find a somewhat secluded one that wasn't immediately visible. When I got out it was a bit chilly and I quickly put my coat on. Mistress grinned and pointed to the sign “Dogs must be kept on a leash,” I swallowed briefly. I mean, of course I've been on a leash in the forest several times, but it was either pulled through my sleeve so it wasn't noticeable, or it was night and we were alone. I had never done it in the bright day.
It's funny, I knew I was essentially standing topless in the woods and was going to have a 60cm / 2-foot dildo shoved up my ass in less than 10 minutes (although I might get caught as well) and now I was worried that maybe someone could see the leash.
I looked at Master and noticed that he was playing with the fastener on the leash, I nodded - don't think, don't worry, just obey. I raised my head so Master could attach the leash.
The path was wide enough to walk side by side. I kept to the side of the road and, as per the rules, half a step behind Master. In this way I had some cover if someone came towards us. Two people came towards us, they didn't even turn around to look at us and my nervousness eased a little.

In the clearing I took “the snake” out of the backpack and kissed it before handing it to Master.
Fun fact: I always kiss all the toys and also the “punishment tools” before each use.
He rubbed this huge toy with plenty lubricant and in the meantime I removed the coat and supported myself on a tree trunk.
Mistress pulled down my leggings and pulled the plug - it suddenly felt really chilly on my bottom.
Master then slowly pushed “the snake” into my bottom. I giggled as he tickled my anus with the tip.
Mistress had pressed her hand on my mons pubis to support me but also pushed two fingers into my pussy. While I felt my asshole being stretched further and further, she whispered “nice things” in my ear. How disgustingly wet I was again; that it is adequate that I was kept as a bitch because I would be a disgrace to every Asian woman in the world and if someone I knew could see me now, having a huge dildo shoved up my ass almost in public. What would they think of me.
Master then said something about if I didn't quiet down someone would definitely come and see me, but also that Mistress should be careful not to make me accidentally cum.
So Mistress pulled her fingers out of my pussy and I was fully expecting her to shove them in my mouth. But she wiped them on my leg instead. Then I noticed how the pressure in my bottom increased a little more before quickly decreasing - “the snake” was in its place, 2 foot of rubber buried in my ass. I felt so full.

I stood there for a moment to catch my breath, with leggings on my knees and a bare, freshly stuffed bottom. When I looked between my legs I saw for myself how wet I was ("Puddles" really is more than suitable for me), Master and Mistress were standing about two meters behind me and were looking at their work. Mistress then pointed at me and told Master to take a closer look at me, what a disgusting wife he has. I saw him smiling and nodding. When he came to me he whispered in my ear that he thank God for that every day. You wouldn't believe how good it felt to hear that :) Before he pulled up my leggings he rubbed my fur and told me that I really am a disgusting little bitch but also announced that we would repeat this a few more times.

We then walked through the forest for a while, but first we followed the game trail that runs across the clearing so that I could get used to walking so stuffed.
It's really an interesting feeling and if I pressed on my stomach I could clearly feel the dildo following my colon. We then walked for a while until we came to a seating area where we had a little picnic.
I was even allowed to sit on the bench so that I didn't have to squat on the wet ground. But I had to sit on my bare bottom (as required by the rules) and even though I sat down carefully, I groaned when the dildo felt like it slipped 5cm / 2in deeper.
Luckily the coat covered my butt so that it was protected not only from view but also from the cold. Nevertheless, Master let his hand wander over my fur and caressed my clit.
But because it was getting a little late, we went back to the car via the main roads. Luckily the only people we saw were far enough away. I walked a little wobbly and had to tense my rosette a bit.
I was grateful that the coat was long enough to cover my bottom. I couldn't see the bulge that the base made in my leggings (until I got home), but it felt huge. Master also had his hand on my bottom often enough and gave it a light push.
When I undressed in the car, I had another reason to be happy about the long coat. There was a very dark, very wet spot on the crotch.
Since Master is not unfamiliar with my “ability”, he always has a towel in the trunk. After all, I don't know how pussy juice affects leather upholstery.

At home, Master gave me another task.
He had the elevator go all the way up and said if I managed to get to the top of the stairs before the elevator went from top to bottom and with the two of them up again, the plug would be pulled. Otherwise he would stay inside until my anal meditation.
My Owners won this race, although I have to say that I didn't rush too much.

Of course I turned in front of the mirror, the bump on my butt wasn't as huge as it felt but still very noticeable. In any case, you could see that there was something there that didn't belong there and the fact that I had a wet spot right where my pussy is obviously didn't make it any better. When I took off the leggings and my messy fur came to light, Mistress just said that she would be ashamed to be of the same gender as me before she left the room. Master then inspected me right there. Even though he said that a “wetness check” would be pure waste, he pushed two fingers deep into my cunt and I moaned loudly. He said that it was clearly the right way to threat me like a dog because I'm way too primitive to be a human, before pushing his fingers into my mouth.

Then he told me to empty the backpacks, clean myself up and come to the living room to prepare everything for my meditation. There Master then pulled “the snake” out of me, very slowly and it felt really exciting to feel this long part leaving my intestines. Of course I had to clean it first before I was allowed to sit on the cone. But it went in pretty easily.

Was it shameful? Yes, very much so.
Was it humiliating? In any case.
Would I do it again? Without hesitation.

A good sub is the reflection of a good dom.

For the unknown reader (and people think that my life is sad and unhealthy :p) this chapter is a hard contrast to the loving live I normally live.

But as I said before, sometimes I need my behaviour corrected.
Especially when breaking a rule I expect to be punished appropriately.
Taking care of me as a submissive is my Owners responsibility and it's my entitlement to be guided, taught and corrected.

First you need to know that I can get three types of spanking,
- “Maintenance spanking”: This can happen always and everywhere, I can do everything right and still get this type of spanking.
It's simply to remind me of my status and I love it - this is a funishment, not a punishment. It's always done by hand and solely on my butt and not supposed to leave a lasting mark.
- “Discipline spanking”: This reaches from minor (like not cleaning properly) to big infractions (like not following a rule without bad intentions). In German we would call it a “Ordnungswidrigkeit” (yay for teaching you guys something^^). It can be done as an OTK by hand (light) or by standing / bending over and with paddle, whip or flogger (medium to hard) and can hit my butt, cunt and “tits” and the marks disappear after few hours to a day.
- “Chastise spanking”: It's for heavy misdemeanour. In German we would call it a “Straftat”. It's a hard punishment and must be done with the tools I listed before, plus a cane while hanging in the dungeon and can applied to my whole body below the neck and is supposed to leave longer lasting marks or even bruises. I only got it once and that's what this chapter is about.

The first rule I ever got was never to cum without asking for Masters permission. No matter how merciless I got edged before, no matter how much I'm stimulated, no matter how needy my cunt was. It is Masters decision if I deserved an orgasm.

Always I had to ask. It's just four words: “Master, may I cum?”
Often the answer was a simple “No” and he stopped playing with my cunt so I could calm down and not tip over the edge.
Mostly I managed and this fantastic feeling of being close to orgasm slowly fades away until it turnd into frustration.
Sometimes I just tipped over leading into some wonderful cruel ruined orgasms.
Never I did so without asking for permission. Of course if I tipped over, I got a discipline spanking for cumming without permission. But at least I asked. I tried.

In the first year after the ceremony I managed pretty well and didn't come without my Masters permission, not even once. I was so proud of myself. But how is it stated in the Bible at proverbs 16:18? Pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall.
So just three months later (in June 2023) I had not just one orgasm but two on one day. I was allowed to orgasm the day before, so I couldn't even excuse that I was too pent up. And the worst part is that I didn't even asked for permission.

The first time I came while fucking my ass my newly bought double-ended dildo.
Since my anus is so well trained I wanted to try shoving thicker toys deep into my ass, so I bought this dildo and started training.
Master was at work and Mistress sat on the sofa reading while I violated myself with this magnificent toy. It felt wonderful how this thick silicone worm stretched and filled my insides while rubbing all over the right spots with every movement.
I was so focused on training myself that I didn't realize how dangerously close I got to an orgasm until my muscles started to contract. I froze in shock. I realized that the dildo felt too good inside and I will definitely cum if I keep it there, but at the same time I couldn't pull it out, because it would stimulate me even more. I knew I had lost already. But I didn't want to reward myself with a full orgasm and yanked the toy out.
For a second or two I had the feeling I could gain control over my violently throbbing cunt and suppress my orgasm.
I couldn't. Even is was a ruined I came so hard that I squirted.

Mistress saw it all. Her high-heels made these clacking sounds while she slowly walked towards me.
She: a sexy woman in a nice dress.
Me: a dirty bitch that kneels in a lake of her orgasmic juices while her empty holes still twitch.
Without saying a word she walked around me, her hand on my head and forced me to look at the mess I just made. Then she squatted next to me, grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me down to mop the floor with my hair. She snarled that I know the rules, I had to clean the mess with my tongue and I better make sure that it was spotless. So I did.
Nevertheless I had to wipe the floor with a soap solution so it won't leave any marks on the hardwood floor.

After Mistress checked if I cleaned everything she dragged me to the roof garden, namely my “pee-area”. I knew what to expect because this type of punishment has always been standard for this offense and also it's her favourite so she definitely wouldn't pass the chance. But this time she ordered me to keep the hair up and peed just all over my body and not my hair. I guess she didn't want to wash away my juices.
Afterwards she told me to lick her clean and then stay there until I was told otherwise. But it was in the middle of summer, so it was warm and the sun was shining. After a short while I could hear the clock tower striking six times, indicating it was 6pm and it marks the beginning of the 15 minutes time-frame of my pee-break. Normally I have to ask for permission to pee but I didn't want to leave my post and since I needed to relieve myself I just let it go. I didn't know that Mistress would come few minutes later to give me permission to do exactly that. When I told her that I already did because I thought she forget she squeezed my cunt so hard that I gasped and then rubbed her wet hand over my face before spitting into it. She just came back to put three clothes pins on my cunt, to “close” it. Then she spat in my face again and headed back inside.

You know, I often think that most women are more merciless than men when it comes to punishing other women and Mistress is no exception. She wouldn't look for reasons but if the has one she will make sure I'll regret it.
But she's not cruel and would never had let me outside if it was to cold or raining heavily. I've read about it in another blog, I don't know if here or somewhere else, and it kinda shocked and worried me because, in my humble opinion, that was very abusive. But even though Mistress despises me, she would never jeopardizing my well-being.
Just to make that more clear, like I promised.

I was still waiting in my pee-area when Master came home and was still covered in my dried juices and Mistress' piss. I felt so dirty.
I was expecting that he say something, anything, maybe commenting my messy appearance, but he just stood in front of me. He knew why I didn't greet him at the door but instead kneeled here and reeked disgusting.
"You peed yourself, but worse, you came without permission". It was not as question, it was a statement. Of course he didn't want to hear my excuses or apologizes so I nod and asked him to punish me please.
First thing he did was removing the clothes pins from my labia very carefully so the blood was able to flow back to the squeezed and sensitive area.
Then he began disciplining my cunt by giving it firm slaps. It was slightly painful but not excruciating.

During the spanking I felt something rise in my nether region again, like I carried a warm ball in my cunt. I didn't think much about it, I always get horny during spankings. It's such a personal experience being corrected this way, especially on this part of my body and I love the way my cunt sting.
But what I didn't think about how sensitive the area became because of the clothes pins. And with every slap the warm ball began to grow, to burn hotter and to bounce faster until it exploded in flames that consumed me. I began to tremble and collapsed against Master. He was holding me, his had still pressed on my pulsating cunt. "You came again". Also a statement, not a question.
He sighted and told me that a disciplinary spanking seemed insufficient and I needed to be chastised instead. He stood up and told me to follow him.
I trembled but crawled behind him to the dungeon.

First thing he did was bringing me into the attached bathroom so I could have a nice shower. He washed my hair and body, rubbed my dry and combed my hair. But he didn't give me back my knee and wrist pads but put shackles on my wrists and ankles before I walked back into the dungeon.
Mistress already had prepared the spreader bar and put the ropes through the hooks in the ceiling so I could stand spreadeagle, facing the big mirror.
Afterwards my Owners went into the living room to discuss my sentence.

1) All privileges were completely revoked, the few I still had. I wasn't even allowed any pieces of clothes or leave the penthouse.
2) Twice a day I got used as an urinal, every Friday I had to pee in a shot glass and toast my Owners.
3) Once a week I got a chastise spanking.
4) Every day I have to had five forced orgasm in a row.
5) Since I came like a slut I had to look like one. I've lost the right to wear my precious fur.

No. 1 was okay, like my regular appearance. I still did the cleaning except that my Owners had to go shopping, since I couldn't do that naked. I mean I could, being naked in public isn't illegal in Germany as long as you don't do it with sexual intentions. But I decided it was better not to do. So I had to cancel the appointment for my monthly massages as well. I wasn't allowed outside without my Owners anyway, so I was effectively just grounded.
I also lost my online and TV privileges as well and sometimes it got slightly boring. But I was still allowed to go into the roof garden so I could see the sun and take care of our plants. I really appreciated it.

No. 2 was Mistress' idea, of course. Being peed on is humiliating. It still is, even after all this years. But Master made sure that it only happened right before I took a shower. I guess he didn't want that I smell like piss and make our place smell likewise.
Drinking my pee is disgusting, it's a hard dislike but not a limit. But it was humiliating kneeling in front of my Owners, pressing a shot glass against my urethra and let it dribble enough till it was filled. Or to lift the warm piss and tell my Owners that I toast them to show how thankful I am to get corrected. I had to overcome myself every time but once a week was okay.

No. 3. We had no experience with chastise spanking, so when Master began to flog me the uses the same force as he did by the disciplinary spanking and I told him that he could go harder until he gave me the right amount of pain. He trust me that I don't go soft on myself for my comfort because as I said, I expect a proper punishment – it helps me to forgive myself for letting him down. We did it for my butt, legs, back, belly, and tits. Slowly increasing the force until it was hard enough for me to suffer.
I've heard from some subs that in this moment they whimper and cry, but as soon as the Dom stops they want more. And I can say that's true. I was whimpering because it was so hard and uncomfortable, but as soon as he told me that I was done for the day I knew that I wanted and deserved more.
But it was not only hard and uncomfortable for me but also for Master. He is a gentle person, he don't like violence and now I was “forcing” him to beat me and with every slap my love for him grew.

Afterward he came close to check if I was really okay. I was panting but smiling as I thanked him. My body was aching but my mind was clear and we both knew I deserved this. I could see it in his eyes that he began to realise that this day I taught him something. I was happy. And wet.
Mistress was a bit flummoxed. This was a punishment, I wasn't supposed to enjoy it.
But it wasn't the pain that aroused me. It was the whole situation, knowing that Master don't like doing this to me but is willing doing it for me, to make me a better pet.
Don't get me wrong, I hope I will never have a chastise spanking again. Not because of the pain but simply because I prefer to be a good pet. To show my Owners how well they trained me.

No. 4 surprised Mistress. She thought it was a reward first but cumming five times in a row only through rubbing my clit is intense.
Especially when the clit got pumped before. It was already uncomfortable to touch this swollen knob, but rubbing it was even worse. But Master promised me that if I wouldn't do it he would do it, but with the Magic Wand. So I complied. He keeps his promises.
To my surprise the first orgasm even felt really good. But after the waves of pleasure were gone my clit started to get more sensitive. The second one was okay, the third almost unbearable and the last two were simply torturous. Of course I still had to do this, it was a punishment and also a good way to make clear that my orgasms were nothing special. Also I had to ask the four magic words “Master, may I cum?” every time and it was a very effective lesson.
Even now I still use these words to indicate I'm close, even I know it's silly.
My Owners won't let me cum anymore, we know that - Master promised.
But theses words have engraved in my mind and I love that every time I remember what I have given up.

No. 5 was the worst. It was worse than the pain from the whip.
You may think it's strange, it's just a patch of hair that most people shave without thinking about it. But for me it's so much more. It's not just a subtle sign of my submission. My fur is that what indicates that I'm a pet and not a common slut. I begged and cried and made promises. But to no avail, Master took the razor and moved it down leaving nothing but stubbles. I never had been completely shaved down there and so the cool air on my cunt felt strange. But he didn't made it smooth because I shouldn't be able to say that once I had been as smooth shaven as Mistress.
Yet I had never felt this naked in my life, I think exposed is a fitting description. I don't like how underdeveloped I look without my fur, like a pre-teen. But mostly I despise the look of my innie pussy, it's dark and plump and I think it looks rather primitive than nice and sexy. I hate it and understand that master don't want to stick his dick in it. To mock me my Owners made me look at it at every occasion. As I said, this was the worst.

The next morning after the chastise punishment I looked at myself in the mirror and noticed that had some welts, spanking marks and even light bruises. I loved it. I get bruises easily so it's not a big deal but I never had them in this places. Maybe some of you will say that I'm completely fucked up, but when I saw them I couldn't help but feel proud.
But Master was shocked as he saw me while I offered myself for inspection, we had some long talk because he was afraid he was to hard with me. I ensured that it was okay and few days later, when another spanking was due we talked about it again. But I was glad that I didn't have to encourage him to go harder on me and you could see that he wasn't that uncomfortable with it anymore.

But at one point we were not careful enough and a person we know noticed the bruises and it let to a very uncomfortable situation because this person thought I became a victim of domestic violence. It took quite some effort, including showing her my getDare-profile, and several talks to convince this person that it was completely consensual.
To be honest, I would be more happy if this person would have never known because she now looks at me in a different way. But I can't change that now and somehow I feel relieved a bit because since then I managed to talk more freely with this person. Also I prefer that this person knows that I'm submissive instead of thinking that my Master would be a psychopathic wife-beater. Because that would be unfair.

Because I handled the situation so well Master allowed me to chose which one of the five sentences I want to have removed.

To Mistress surprise I neither chose No2 nor No.3.
Of course it would be nice to not being peed on twice a day or giving a toast to my Owners with my own piss. But I had played with that thought because I think it would really bother my Mistress.
I guess most people would have kicked No. 3 out of the window. Only few people could enjoy a beating, even these type of people would say that the one I got hardly counts as one. Even I'm not one of this people (no kink-shaming, I admire that you do) it was endurable. Master is not cruel and he made sure that I was okay all the time. I hope I made that clear enough now.
It was No 5 had to go, I wanted my fur back. As I said, that was the worst of all. I hated that every time I washed down there it feels like patting an old door mat and that I looked at least ten years younger. Normally it would be a good thing but not when you're mid-twenties.
As I announced my decision Mistress told me that she couldn't stand the look of that ugly thing anyway and it was good that I decided to take it out of her sight again. I guess she was just happy that she could pee all over me a bit longer.

During summer I slowly got some more privileges back.
I didn't get chastised that often anymore and also I was allowed to leave the penthouse again. But the crux was that I still wasn't allowed clothes.
One night my Owners told me to put my shoes on and follow them into the underground car park. It was thrilling to walk down the stairs completely naked but we kept the lights off so nobody could see me. The risk was minimal since mostly pensioners live here and they were all sleeping already.
I went on the back seat of Masters Mercedes and we went to the forest so I could have a nice walk. We have been in this woods so often that we know that nobody is there during the night. And even if, they would probably carry a light. Yes, it's the same forest that I mentioned before.
Yet, this time it was totally different. My stroll was the first time I was openly leashed, now was the first time I was openly naked, leashed and crawling. Not just hidden in the bushes but on the main pathways. Thank god the knee and wrist pads protected me from the gravel.
I was roaming through the forest and on “our” clearance we played tag. When it was time to go home I was completely soaked down there. Master made me kneel in the middle of the parking lot and told me to get myself off. So I did and it was great. Not the best orgasm I ever had but definitely in the Top Five. It was really fun and we're planing to do it again this summer.

Also Master wanted that I get even more comfortable being naked with other people around. And not just other naked people around but dressed ones as well, so we went to a nudist trail in Harz for hiking. The difference to the nudist beaches in Germany (at which clothing is forbidden) is that this nudist hiking trail is clothing optional – so could lead to NFCF / NFCM situations with strangers. And Master wanted me to do that before my fur grew back.
But since I hated the look of my cunt Mistress decided to decorate it, to make it pretty. In my opinion she just wanted to draw attention to that spot. So she ordered some “Non-Piercing Intimate Labia Chain Dangles”. I have to admit, it really looked nice and felt interesting.
(I guess that thing got me hooked on the idea, which lead to having my clit hood pierced in January 2024).

So when we arrived at the trail Mistress added some extra bling on my “vertical smile” and we were ready to hike. Me nude, my Owners dressed. First I was completely nervous but it got better since there were not that many people hiking because the weather was not perfect for that.

After 20 minutes Master decided to walk back to the car because it got a bit chilly and he didn't want that I caught a cold. On our way back three naked older men walked towards us. They were not openly gawking but unquestionably taking a look and I blushed. According to Mistress they were checking out the exotic goods I had to offer. That was a bit creepy because these men were definitely more than twice my age – my real age, not the age that I looked like.

Also some of the dressed hikers gave us some bewildered to concerned looks, which I could totally understand.
I mean, you have dressed a really German looking couple, especially Mistress looks like she could be a cover girl of “Third Reich today”, walking the trail with a naked very young looking, obviously NOT German, woman who was wearing just a collar and some pierced chains at her crotch.
I guess we gave some “Epstein's island”-vibes.

Same with the trip to the nudist beach few days later. But because Master and Mistress were undressed as well it wasn't that bad and we had some nice days but it didn't helped me being more confident about my childlike body. I still embarrassed about my looks and was more than happy when my fur was long enough again so people would realize I'm a grown-up. But since I don't plan on loosing my beautiful fur I'm looking forward to go to the nudist beach again this summer. Maybe also hiking but I would like if my Owners would “wear” matching outfits.

We had planed to do some walks and visits to the beach more often last summer, but somewhere here on getDare I already told you that we crashed the car shortly in July. I was so confused that I didn't notice that I had sprained my wrist and hit my head quite bad. Master had to remind me that I was still naked and better get some spare clothes form the bag and get dressed before the first responders arrive.
But my Owners got it worse and I really appreciate that Master, even in his condition, made sure that I don't bring myself in an embarrassing situation.
They had to stay in hospital for few days and I visited them daily, of course. After they were send home I took care of them, so the punishment was over quite suddenly and the ownership-play was paused. Yet I still played along as good as I could. I couldn't crawl because of my wrist but I walked around naked in here. Master told me that having a sexy nude nurse surely helped him to recover more quickly. Mistress simply enjoyed her personal servant.

Even my mother took care of me (I was dressed of course) and made some Sinigang and later Siopao for me. I almost cried.

I hope that I made clear that even this is a 24/7-PTE-relationship it all for fun, especially if shit hits the fan :)

Awww, poor Pet Ra, forced to live the (sad and unhealthy) life of her dreams!!!
;)

Yeah, I'm absolutely suffering here :D
How can my Owners be so cruel and let me live the life that I've asked for and dreamed of :D :D