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Pet
I been a submissive already for several years. Met a few true doms, a few players and a handful of total nuts. I had never truly been collared and looking for something more than an evening or afternoon of rough play. I wasn’t looking for an escape, I wasn’t destitute and selling myself. I was highly educated, had a good job and from all outside appearances had a good life. I was just, not me. I continued surfing the BDSM websites, trying to find an Owner that would fulfill my needs. I updated my profiles hoping to focus my search. I was looking for an Owner that wanted a pet.
A few weeks later, I received a response from an interested Master. He wrote inquiring how serious I was about wanting to live as a pet and what it meant to me. He had a southern plantation and had multiple slaves and pony girls. He stated until now he never kept a pet for himself. He explained that his plantation was a bit of a Bdsm getaway and had frequent visitors and parties for others in the lifestyle. Our correspondence continued with me explaining my desire to be kept as any other house pet would be. On all fours, mute, collared, caged, walked, etc. I had no desire for bestiality, but to be as my master desired. The usual pictures and information was traded. Eventually, Master John invited me to spend a weekend.
To say I was nervous was a true understatement. The six hour drive seemed longer than any I had ever driven. Master John had offered a flight, but I chose the drive, enjoying that bit of freedom, the time to think and consider the consequences of my choice. As I arrived at Master’s home a completely walled compound my heart skips a beat or two. I pull up to the gate, it opens and I drive through. Along a short driveway and come to the turnabout in front of a very large old southern home, complete with covered wraparound porch. As I put the truck in park a 40 something man in work clothes greets me and tells me he will take care of my truck. As I reach for my purse and overnight bag, he smiles wryly and reminds me that it might as well stay in the truck. At that my truck, and the few things that I had brought with me pull away.
I look to the front door and ascend the 3 stairs to the porch with trepidation. I look around on the porch, noting the multiple well placed 3 inch metal rings placed in the floor, ceiling post and walls. As I start to knock the front door opens and I am greeted by a young woman, ball-gagged, nipple rings, very small apron with long legs and high heels. She wears collar and cuffs as well. She steps aside and extends her arm to invite me in. The entrance and living area seems like any other, large comfortable furniture, floor to ceiling windows overlooking the back patio and estate. The house slave starts walking through the area, I figure out quickly I am to follow.
She leads me down a hallway stopping at a closed door and knocks gently. After a muffled, ?Enter? the slave opens the door and enters first. She stops and curtsies with the grace of a ballerina. I follow behind. My mind in a blur somewhere between fleeing for my life and the feeling that I may actually find the life I want. Master John is sitting behind a large desk, staring at a computer screen intently. I know it is him, even if I hadn’t seen a picture. He’s a well-built 40-something man, slight graying to his dark brown hair. He has the heir of a true Master. Confident without being cocky, with that sense of control that no emergency could shake. I feel that little tingle between my thighs start just being in his presence. The office is large with a sitting area. As I look another slave dressed in a nearly identical manner to the one that guided me is quietly cleaning.
After a minute or two Master John rises from his desk and comes to greet me. He dismisses the other two slaves from the room and they leave with a soft shut of the door. ?You must be Emma,? he says and leads me to the sitting area of his office. ?it’s a pleasure to meet you Sir,? I respond in a barely audible, obviously nervous voice, that makes him smile noticeably. For a few minutes he does his best to soothe me with idle chitchat of my trip, the weather and finding his home. His soft slow southern drawl is a comfort. After transplanting from the northeast more than ten years ago, I have fallen for a number of southern men. I love the sound of a Master with a calm soft tone, and Master John fit that to a tee.
Finally He offers to give me a brief tour. He leads me through his home, starting in his master wing: his office, bedroom, bathroom and a small slave quarters. Back through the main house, he points out the guest wing, the wing to the general slave quarters and the dungeon. He leads me out the back of the home, to a large patio, pool, hot tub and a large grass field. Through the entire area are various posts, A-frames and just stakes placed randomly. A few Masters and a slave or two are sunning.
Down a walkway a short distance is a small barn with an enclosed paddock. Two pony girls are being put through there paces. The tour ends shortly later and we return to Master John’s office. ?So are you willing to stay the weekend,? he asks. As I open my mouth to answer he stops me short. ?realize that once you say yes, you will be a pet with no human rights until Sunday night. I will have use of you in any way I choose, as will anyone in the household.? Again the warm trickle of juice starts to puddle in my panties. ?Yes Master,? I answer as confidently as I possibly can. ?Very well,? Master John replies with an easy grin. He gets up and retrieves something from his desk drawer.
?Strip,? is all he says. I know better than to hesitate. I’m on my feet and peeling away the clothes. On the short side 5’4?, big DD tits, long brown hair and round ass, built for abuse. Once naked I drop to my knees. ?From hear on out no words, understood? I don’t make a sound. He pats my head, ?Good pet.? He shows me a dog collar and leash, and collars me. ?You don’t stand without permission. Your mouth licks sucks or eats whatever is offered. You do not cum unless you are permitted to cum. Stay off the furniture. Last anywhere you go you will be lead on leash, until you earn freedom.? Finally he pulls my ponytail out of my hair and replaces it haphazardly with a set of pigtails over my ears.
A tug on my leash and he pulls me to the center of the room. He opens my mouth and explores my tongue and gag reflex. Next over my tits, stopping to twist and pull on my already rock hard, pierced nipples. Master pulls my leash roughly to the ground, ?Ass up, pet.? He circles me and runs his hands over my ass, giving each cheek a test swat for a reaction, ?mmm, nice? he says approvingly. Finally Master kicks my thighs apart and runs his finger along my dripping wet slit. ?A needy little cunt pet, all wet,? he states before finding my clit and rolling it between his fingers. I let out a groan and push my cunt back toward him. He dips two fingers into my sopping wet cunt and pulls out just as quickly. Grabbing a pigtail he offers his fingers to my mouth and I lick up my mess greedily. As Master finishes his inspection and finding me worthy of his time, he finishes with placing a large ring gag in my mouth. ?My pet’s mouth open, tongue out, understood.?
Master John picks up the leash and heads out of the office with me in tow doing my best to keep pace. We enter his bedroom, that I had not seen as of yet. In the corner of the room he had a dog cage placed. Obviously, he had thought the details through. ?Your bed? he says. His bed was a king-sized four-post bed with numerous areas to attach slaves. Various floggers crops and canes decorate one wall. An area with open shelves displays dildos, vibrators gags and plugs. ?Every slave here wears a butt plug,? as he reaches through his assortment and pulls one off the shelf. ?Ass up,? he commands and I respond. Master unceremoniously push the plug in my ass and tugs the leash to lead me back out to the main room.
He leads me through the room and toward the guest quarters to the first door. It’s a small guest bathroom. The seat has been removed and a small note placed on the tank, Pet’s bowl. ?This is the only place you are to drink from, pet,? and he waits. ?Now!? he states with some authority. I hadn’t really thought of this scenario. Slowly I lower my head into the bowl and with some difficulty because of the ring gag, lap a bit of water into my mouth. It only takes me a second or two to realize I really need to pee.
As I’m trying to figure out a solution to my pee problem, Master tugs on the leash and leads me back out of the bathroom. Down another hallway toward the slave quarters and kitchen. There is a full kitchen staff preparing lunch. Through the kitchen and to the dining area he leads me. Finally out the door and into the spacious yard. Out into the grassy area on leash, ?Pet pees outside.? I look up into his intense blue eyes, he’s not joking. I really am at the point of no return and squat best I can and finally just relax and go. I have no way of cleaning myself and that doesn’t please me. Not a second behind a house slave appears out of nowhere with a wet cloth and I feel her wiping me clean. Back through the house and into Master’s bedroom he opens the cage door and I enter. He unclips my leash, shuts and locks the cage door. ?You will need a nap, it will be a busy evening, pet.? With that I’m left in my cage to contemplate my choice and try to nap.
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