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

[Pet Ra]

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

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

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

So who am I?

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

Spoiler:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Exploring my body

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

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

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