The Pet

Hi, my name is Alex, and I am using this opportunity to write down my personal story on how I became a pet. A pet for my lovely master, to be precise. But let’s start from the beginning. I am 20 years old while writing this down, but I have been with my owner for a little more than two years now.  

I am what most people would describe as a twink. I am only 1.65m tall and weigh just 45kg. I have brown hair at shoulder-length and a pretty smile. If I put on makeup, I can pass as a girl and that is what I do a lot. I enjoy being a femboy and I like the feeling of dressing up in cute clothes and pleasing men like an obedient slut. 

This isn’t a typical erotic story about how I was abducted or conditioned into being an obedient sex slave for my master. This is the story of me actively searching for one and becoming the best submissive I can be. 

As far as I can think back, I have always enjoyed the feelings of helplessness, humiliation and not being in control. I couldn’t really put a finger on it as to why. When I got older and discovered porn through the magic of the internet, I began to understand a lot better why I am the way I am and what I really want. Watching porn made me realize that I am a submissive and that I am into everything BDSM with a big emphasis on humiliation and shame.  

Moreover, I understood that I wanted to not only be a sub but to do my very best to become a good slut for everyone. A whore that would never refuse a cock. 

I got laser hair removal for my entire body from the neck down, got my nipples and my navel pierced and got a tongue piercing because I believe it is an essential for every professional cock sucker. I even got a tramp-stamp tattooed on my lower back. 

Understandably, watching porn wasn’t enough for me. I had to live out my kinks. I started going to sex clubs, sucked dicks at glory holes and hooked up a lot on grindr but although that was fun, it just wasn’t enough for me. 

So I began searching for someone who would treat me with the seriousness I craved. Someone who wouldn’t just play light bondage games. I needed someone who is a true sadist. Someone who just loves to break little whores like me and reduce me from human to animal. It wouldn’t be hard to do that. I am not a brat, and I can’t stand disobedient subs. 

It took me a while to find what I was looking for. I placed ads in every BDSM community I knew but not many of them were serious enough. After nearly losing hope, I got an email by someone who seemed to know what he was doing. I sent him pictures and we exchanged numbers and talked about what would await me if was to be with him.  

Basically, he and his wife were looking for an obedient slim boy to live with them as their servant and sex toy. They were specifically looking for young boys as they own a large estate with a separate apartment that they could “rent” to a university student. In that way I could start studying and be close to my new owners without anyone becoming suspicious. A great arrangement. 

Fortunately, they lived in a town not too far away that housed one of the several universities I wanted to go to, and which had accepted me so I probably would have moved there any ways as this would have been my first choice any ways.  

We made plans to meet on the weekend so that we could get to know each other in person and see whether becoming their slave would be something we all wanted.  

I arrived there as ordered on Saturday at noon.  I was dressed in skinny jeans and a pink t-shirt. I wasn’t wearing any underwear nor socks and just flip-flops. It was a very hot summer day any ways. My nipple piercings were visible through the shirt. I had my hair open, having it loosely fall. 

The house had been built in the late 1800s and used to be a used as a farm. It had a large representative building in the middle with two wings. One to the left and one to the right. It was formed like a square with one open side, leading into the garden. The house was facing the street and the wings facing the garden which made it impossible to look into the courtyard they formed from the outside. 

I made my way from the driveway to the entrance and knocked and was greeted by a very charming and friendly lady who would later become my mistress. She was taller than me, at least 1,75m and wore a pretty summer dress, her long blonde hair in a braid. I estimated her to be around the age of 40. She had a warm smile and gestured me to come in and stand in the entrance hall. “Welcome, Alex. My name is Ella. It’s nice to meet you.”, she said with a bright smile while looking at me expectantly. Quickly but neatly, I stripped completely naked, folded my clothes, and laid them onto the floor. I knelt with my legs spread wide so that she could have a good look at my small penis and crossed my hand behind my head. Looking down at the floor I replied “it’s a pleasure to meet you, too ma’am. Thank you for inviting this slave.” 

She giggled. “It seems like my husband owns me a dinner. We made a bet on how you would greet me. Seems like I judged your submissiveness correctly. Such a good boy.” 

I smiled and blushed a bit while still looking down at the floor. She moved her right foot a bit to the front, and I calmly crawled over to her to give her boot a good kiss and a lick. 

“Good pet. I see that you won’t give us any trouble. That’s nice. But that also means that I will have to give you impossible tasks to find more reasons to make you cry in pain, faggot.”, she explained with a cold gaze. 

I replied by licking her left boot and lowering myself as deep down as I could.  

Mistress Ella took out a sturdy leather collar from her purse and locked it around my neck, attaching a leash to it. “Heel”, she commanded. And I did.  

Mistress Ella lead me outside into the lovely courtyard. There was a table in the middle with my master already waiting. His name was John. He was about 65 years old and a pretty but very chubby old and hairy man. He wore jeans and a white shirt and had a beard. 

I repeated the same routine I did with Mistress Ella who held my leash tight making me choke while lowering myself down to lick and kiss his shoes.  

“Seems you were right darling. You won the bet. That’s a pretty faggot. I really love its piercings.”, he said while leaning forward and touching my nipples, making me blush and moan a little.  

Master John then opened his jeans and revealed his large and veiny cock. Taking my leash from Ella who had already forced my head towards his crotch. I obediently opened my mouth taking in his full-size balls deep. Well, doing something else than this wasn’t really an option. Master was holding my leash very tightly and Mistress was pushing my head down with both her hands. 

I was used to giving blowjobs but deep-throating for the entire time is not easy for me to do and he was really fucking my throat hard, allowing me very little breaks to catch my breath. Luckily, I got rid of my gag-reflex a long time ago. Thank you, friendly neighborhood-gloryhole. 

This didn’t help much though. I was spitting and gurgling, my eyes were watering with tears and my nose running. Ella and John constantly increasing the speed, fucking his schlong deep into my throat. But he seemed to be really enjoying himself which made me happy. After about 10 minutes, John exploded in me, shooting his hot cum directly into my gullet which I happily swallowed. 

John pulled me on my hair off his cock and laughed at my miserable and well-fucked face. “Now that’s a much better look for you, whoreboy. I like you. You understand how to please a cock. I could use a cumdump like you.”, he said while taking a picture of me with his dick in my face. 

“This slave is happy to serve you, Sir.”, I answered truthfully, smiling at him. Master John gave me a pat on the head and had me stand up. Mistress Ella produced fitting leather ankle and wrist cuffs from her purse and locked them in place. My wrist cuffs were locked together behind my back. John took my leash and had me kneel again, Ella sitting down on a chair next to her husband. I did my best to keep my legs spread widely and my body as exposed as possible. 

What followed was a long a truthful conversation about my personal life and my life goals. I had decided to study hotel management as I believed a job in the service industry would be very fitting for me. 

After basically explaining my entire personal life and my kinks to them down to the smallest detail, they seemed pleased. They agreed to have me live with them and be an official tenant while unofficially serving them as a slave during my studies which was for at least three years. I wouldn’t have to pay rent and would even receive a little spending money. Food would only be consumed at their house, and I wasn’t allowed to eat anything else besides of what they would feed me, which was fine with me. 

I would be allowed to go to university and take time to study at the library. When I was at home and not in use, I would be allowed to stay at my “apartment”. At home I was to be naked and wearing only my cuffs and collar together with a chastity belt and an anal plug they would outfit me with later. It was made very clear that I was under no circumstances allowed to use the bathroom or the shower. I was shown a dedicated spot in the garden where I could relieve myself like the animal I am. In the mornings, either Master or Mistress would hose me down thoroughly with cold water from a hose. In the winter, other arrangements would be made.   

My food would consist of dog food, table scraps or simple bland shakes which I would have to eat from my dedicated dog bowl. I was given one for water and one for food. The bowls would be placed outside of my “apartment door” so all meals would be taken outdoors, regardless of the weather or the temperature. Moreover, my bowls would not be cleaned regularly so it would be my responsibility to lick them clean. If food was left over, it would not be removed, and I would not be fed until I finished my previous meal. 

I grinned and was happy that they truly understood how I wanted to be treated. Without any respect or dignity. This was a perfect arrangement. 

It also turned out, that my apartment wasn’t really my apartment. There was a nice apartment there which I officially rented but this was only for show if fellow students would be over, or I would be visited by relatives or friends.  

My accommodation was shown to me by Mistress Ella who led me into the large rural garden and into the back where there were high bushes and a little forest. In the middle there was a large dog kennel. It consisted of three sides made of metal bars like in a prison cell and a wooden back which contained two dog houses that could be used in the winter. The kennel was divided by more metal bars so that there were two separate compartments which could be individually locked. The kennel also had a roof. This was to be my permanent residence. 

Ella noticed the boner I got by looking at the kennel and smiled. “I see you like your new apartment, gayboy. Don’t worry. The dog houses are heated in the winter and if it gets too cold, we do have a nice prison cell for you in the basement, but we prefer to keep you outside of the house. We want you to be as miserable as possible.”, she said while unlocking the door on the left and gesturing me to get on all fours and crwal in. “As you see, there is nothing here but the concrete floor and some straw, but you will not relieve yourself here. We will take you out for walkies. I understand that it can get quite boring being locked away here, so we got you a roommate.”, she said devilishly and gestured to something to John. 

I was confused. A room-mate? Will there be another slave with me here? This question was soon answered as Master John came around the corner leading a massive German Shepherd on a leash towards me. “Slave, this is Rex. Your new room-mate. And since your status here is even below that of an animal, you will also be subservient to him. In other words: He will be your master and you will be his bitch. And to answer that dumb look on your face, yes bitch, that means that you will get fucked by him and any other animal we deem fit on a regular basis. You will have doggy cock in your holes and dog cum all over your body. If you want to be our slave, being an animal whore will be mandatory. If you want to continue, he will fuck you right here, right now. Otherwise say so and you can go. If you want to stay, greet him with the same respect you showed us.”, Master John explained. 

My heart was racing. That was extreme. This was so massively humiliating. What kind of fucked up person would let a dog fuck their ass?! But my boner answered for me. This was so degrading; this would be reaching a new low. A low I could never recover from. I was thinking about it repeatedly but then I slowly crawled towards Rex and lowered my head to kiss his right front paw, licking off some mud. The dog panted. Silently I turned around and got into position to give the dog easy access to my asshole which he sniffed immediately. “That’s a good boy, Rex. Mount your bitch!”, John said and pushed my head further down to the ground with his boot.  

I could feel the dog’s front paws clawing at my back, pushing firmly against my shoulders, the dog’s snout next to my right cheek, panting heavily, drooling and licking my face while he positioned himself to violate my asshole. I shuddered and knew that in a moment a dog’s knot would be inside my anus, making me go from slave to faggot. 

Master John helped Rex get into position and smeared some lube on my asshole. A few seconds later, I could feel Rex pushing at my back door. His cock was much larger than I expected as I felt the tip of his knot being shoved inside me. I moaned loudly and pathetically. I did have some animal toys which I used regularly to fuck me, but this was the real deal and it felt so much better. His shaft was warm, and I could feel it pulsating inside me. With a firm push, Rex fucked his entire knot into me, painfully widening my ass. My initial scream was followed by more moaning as the pain turned into pleasure. That dog was giving me the fuck of my life. Never have I felt so humiliated and yet so horny. Rex clearly didn’t have any consideration for me. Just animalistic instinct. I was just a bitch he could use to satisfy his needs. And I loved it. I felt utterly ashamed to admit it to myself, but this was so intense, I have never felt that good.  

My entire body was on autopilot as Rex was violating me with firm strong strokes. His head resting on my shoulder, his paws digging into my flesh, leaving bloody scratches. As he was panting, I was too. I opened tilted my open mouth to him, licking his tongue, tasting his doggy drool. Feeling more and more pathetic and animalistic, he fucked my asshole without mercy, driving me crazy with lust and pleasure.  

Ella and John were smiling and taking pictures of their two pets breeding while my leash slowly dangled to the rhythm of Rex knot pistoling in and out of my asshole. 

After a couple of minutes, Rex exploded into my anus and hot dog cum flooded my bowels. Panting heavily, the dog got off me, his knot still tied to my asshole. “It’ll take a while for his knot to shrink and release itself from your fuckhole, dogfucker. He’ll continue to pump your bitch hole full of dog cum for a while. Just enjoy it, you miserable creature.”, Ella explained with a laugh while rubbing her dirty boot into my face. Horny and defeated, I licked her sole. “Thank you, Mistress.”, I whispered while blushing thinking of my lover tied to me. 

Ella closed the kennel door, locking Rex and me inside it. Both went to the house, leaving us alone. It took about 20 minutes for Rex to finally release me. With a loud plop, his knot was removed from my gaping anus, doggy cum dripping onto the floor. I moaned and collapsed on the hard concrete floor, collecting myself and catching my breath. Rex laid down next to me, snuggling me and placing his paw on my head. I smiled at him as he licked my face and opened my mouth to exchange some hot french kisses. We laid there for a while. After I had collected myself, I got up on all fours again and had a look at the mess he made on the ground. There was a puddle of dog cum spilled on the floor. Dutifully, I lowered my head and began to lap it up. More out of curiosity than out of submission. It tasted salty but good.  

Here I was. Naked and locked in a kennel with my bowels filled with doggy cum, licking the rest of the floor like a pathetic loser. I enjoyed every moment of it.  

It took Ella about three hours to come back for us. She smiled brightly. “Aww, such a pathetic pet! We were pleased to watch you lap up your lover’s cum from the cctv camera installed in this kennel.”, she said. I immediately went hard. She saw everything. It was clear to me that I wouldn’t have an inch of privacy here. And I loved it. 

Ella unlocked the door and took the leash that was still attached to my collar. “Up on your feet, you miserable creature!”, she commanded, and I obeyed. Ella led me back to the table in the middle of the courtyard where two dog bowls were waiting for me. “It’s getting dark, bitch. Since you’re due to leave tomorrow, you will stay here over night. You’ll have your dinner now and then I will lock you up for the night. Down, bitch.”, she said harshly. 

I went down on all fours and waited. With her finger she pointed at my bowls, gesturing me to eat. I was really hungry but my dinner wasn’t particularly appetizing to say at least. I was fed canned wet dog food. The cheapest kind you could buy. It tasted absolutely disgusting and I had problems wolfing it down, despite my hunger. My struggles were to the great amusement of my tormentors who had sat down at the table, enjoying a glass of wine and enjoying my misery. My ordeal took way too long but eventually, I finished. As I was lapping up the water from my other bowl, Master John took me leash again and made me follow him back to the kennel.  

I thought that I would have to spend the night with Rex but I was mistaken. Instead of leading me into the kennel, John led me into the small forest behind it. On bare feet, I was walking through mud and fallen leaves until we stopped after about 200 meters at a large tree. Without a word, Master John locked my leash around the tree, securing it with a massive padlock. “Kennel privileges are only for owned slaves. You’re only on trial, bitchboy. You will sleep in the woods like the piece if shit that you are.”, he said harshly. I nodded and knelt down, feeling the mud and the leaves on my knees, tickling my cock. 

He had taken out a ring-gag and locked it around my head. Then, he locked a blindfold on me and pushed me down on my belly, securing my wrist cuffs to my ankle cuffs, tying me up. With my mouth wide open and blindfolded, I lay on the forest floor. Master John took out his cock and began to drench my already miserable and tied up body in his piss, making sure that especially my hair was thoroughly drenched in urine. Underneath me a puddle of piss and mud was forming. My bed for the night was made. 

He just left me there. He didn’t say anything and walked away. Although it was summer, I was shivering. Not from the cold, wet floor but from anxiety. I was alone in a dark forest, blindfolded and unable to free myself even if I wanted to. My mouth was held open painfully by the large ring-gag. The night was absolutely horrible. From time to time, I fell asleep but was awoken often by either unfamiliar noises or insects crawling over my body or into my mouth. Every time I awoke, I felt cold panic rise inside me. My body hurt from the bindings, my jaw was aching, I was swallowing insects in and the putrid smell of piss was filling my nostrils. Even worse: The dog food gave me diarrhea and to add to my misery, the puddle of piss and mud I was sleeping in was filled with my own shit and piss, too.  

When John and Ella returned in the morning, they found an utterly broken and miserable creature. They had installed so much fear in me and dehumanized me to a point of no return. Despite being that miserable and scared, I was as horny as I had never been before. My boner spoke for itself. It had been 12 hours in like this. Everything hurt and I was as dirty as a pig. Master John kicked me in the stomach to wake me up. “Good morning, pig! Did you have a relaxing evening?!”, he siad laughing as I gasped for air and blindly moved my head into the direction of his voice. “Th-, th-, pl-, pl-, -ease”, I stuttered through the massive ring-gag. Both Ella and John laughed loudly.  

“Well, let’s see if this was too much for you or if this could be the beginning of something beautiful.”, John said and carefully removed my blindfold and my ring-gag, making sure not to touch my filthy body, and untying my ankles and wrists. As the gag was removed, I coughed heavily while my eyes tried to adapt to the bright sun shining through the crowns of the trees around me. Ella and John towering above be. The light illuminating them from behind made them look like superior beings while I was laying in the dirt with my jaw not completely closing from the many hours I was had been gagged.  

Expectantly, they looked down at me. “So, pet. Have you had enough? Because this will only get worse if you decide to stay with us. Keep in mind that staying here means that things like this will happen on a regular basis. We do not consider you a human being. Hell, we don’t even consider you livestock. You’re below that. And we will make sure that you understand this.”, Ella said while kicking some dirt in my face. 

“If you want to stay, kneel and piss yourself right here. If not, say “red”.”, John explained. Broken but horny as fuck, I didn’t hesitate. This was exactly what I wanted. I was scared, I was miserable, my entire body was aching, but this was the treatment I longed for. They were the only people that truly understood how far into to the rabbit hole I wanted to go. I wanted to leave all my dignity behind. Slowly I pulled myself up to my knees and spread them widely, exposing myself once more to my owners. I locked my hands behind my head and let a stream of piss run down into the wet puddle beneath me, doing my best to give them a friendly smile which wasn’t easy due to my partially locked jaw. 

“Great!”, Ella said and clapped her hands. “I wasn’t sure if we were too harsh with you but It seems that you’re enjoying yourself.”, she said warmly while I nodded aggressively. “Good. Today is the day for you to go back home and pack your things. You’re officially accepted into the household as our slave. Before you go, we will give you some parting gifts so that you won’t forget us.”, John said. “Face the tree!”, he added. 

My parting gift were some lovely whip marks as the both proceeded to beat the shit out of me with riding crops. My screams only interrupted by crying and sobbing but also a profound feeling of utter and true happiness.  

After my beating, I was taken back to the courtyard and thoroughly hosed down and cleaned up with cold water and some hard brushes. The fresh marks on my back stinging like crazy. Clean and presentable again, both took me back to the table in the courtyard and made sit on it with my legs spread. 

“As our slave, you, my lovely bitchboy, will be in permanent chastity.”, Ella explained. I nodded understandingly and watched her lock the extra small chastity cage around my little dick. It was convenient as it had an internal lock and was made out of metal to compliment my piercings and to be sturdy enough. I was used to wearing cock cages so this was not a big deal for me. “Good pet! All nicely locked up!”, she said joyfully. “Turn around, ass up.”, John commanded. He smeared some lube around my hole and pushed a medium sized anal plug in the shape of a dog knot into me. A familiar feeling of being filled overcame me and I moaned. 

“I see our pet enjoys having its breeding hole filled. That’s good because the chastity cage and the plug will be worn 24/7 and only removed for defecation, cleaning or breeding purposes. “Thank you, Master.”, I answered truthfully while getting used to the new plug. It was perfectly shaped and sized for longer wear and wouldn’t slip out.  

Ella gave me a pat on my head and smiled. “Give me your right arm, pet.”, she demanded, and I obliged. Ella took a large syringe and held it to my forearm. “This, my little pet, is a GPS tracker which will be subdermal inserted via this syringe into your arm. It allows us to pinpoint your location wherever you are. This is optional and you don’t have to do this. In fact, you would be the first to undergo such extreme monitoring, but I thought you might appreciate it. What do you say?”, she asked. 

“Yes, please Mistress. This slave is happy to receive this gift!”, I replied cheerfully. She nodded. “See John? I told you it would like it.”, she giggled and pushed the needle into me inserting the chip. It wasn’t painful at all. Smiling, I looked at my arm blushing.  

“Alright, Alex. For the next procedures, you’re allowed to speak like a human being and break character. In fact, we need you to. This will be videotaped.”, John explained mysteriously and had me sit down on a chair while handing me a bath robe telling me to cover myself and made myself comfortable. I sat down with my legs crossed. 

Ella took out a camera and began to film while John sat down next to me. “Alright Alex, here is your contract for the apartment. It’s a standard lease contract. Nothing wrong with it. Read it and sign it and you’re officially a resident here.”, John said and handed me the paperwork. I read the contract and signed. “Thank you, Sir. I am looking forward to my new home.”, I replied respectfully.  

“Good. Now. There are some more things which are optional, and which won’t affect our decision to keep you. But we thought you would enjoy them.”, John said smiling.  I looked at him expectantly. “First of all, we can install tracking devices on all of your hardware, cloning them and making sure that we have access to all of your communications. Making sure that you will never be able to hide anything from us. Would that be interesting for you?”, he asked and grinned.  

“My phone is in my jeans; Sir and I will bring the rest as soon as I am back. I will also give you a complete list of all my personal passwords.”, I replied smiling and getting hard again, my cock fighting against the cage.  

“Once again, not a surprise. You’re hopeless. But I find that very charming. You’re such a good boy.”, John said, pinching my cheek. “If you want to go completely overboard, we could have you sign a certificate of indebtedness. You would sign a document that would legally bind you to stay for at least three years. If you were to terminate your contract before that, you would legally agree to have a punishment clause that would have you pay the entire rent money for 3 full years. That’s the closest we can get to making you as unfree as possible.” 

My heart was beating faster now. That was really close to actual slavery. If I left, I would be financially ruined. “Sir, I think that this is a wonderful and very fair idea!”, I nearly shouted, hastily signing the document he put before me. He grinned. “You’re way too easy. I won’t even have the joy of training you into obedience. You’re already perfect.”, he said in a complimenting way. I smiled brightly. “Ok. Last thing. This is waiver you can sign if you want. It says that you agree to any kind of body modification. This means tattoos, piercings and, if you’re good, brandings.”, he explained while I signed. 

“Good. All done. Well...except for one thing.”, Ella said handing the camera to John. “You’re a cute and slim twink. A femboy faggot. You even got laser hair removal already. How about we spike your food with estrogen and make you undergo HRT?”, Ella said teasingly, fondling my hair. I smiled. “So, you really want to turn me into a bitch, I guess?”, I replied sheepishly. Ella laughed. “Poor Rex needs some female company, doesn’t he?”, she giggled. “I agree, Mistress. But I think I am going to need a new name then.”, I replied looking up to her. 

Ella switched off the camera and laid a sturdy black and lockable leather collar onto the table. It was heavy duty leather that wouldn’t be cut or break easily as it was reinforced with metal linings. On the collar was a large dog tag formed like a bone. On the back it had my owner’s contact information and on the front, it simply had a name: TRIXIE.  

I gulped and my heart raced. A bitch name for a bitch. “Not only will this be your doggy name, Trixie. This will also become your new legal name if you undergo HRT.”, she said. I looked at the collar and then back to Mistress Ella. “It’s really nice to meet you, Ella. My name is Trixie and I am happy to be in your care!”, I exclaimed joyfully. 

Perfect, now that that is done, you can undress again and get back to your natural position, bitch.”, John commanded as I already sunk down to my knees, avidly licking his and Ella’s boots. They both smiled. “Come, we’ll see you off”, they said. 

Both led me back into the house and my collar was unlocked. “You will find your clothes at the end of the driveway. We never want to see you dressed while you’re on our property. You will have to dress and undress at the entrance gate. There is a container at the door where you can put your clothes in. Don’t worry, you can’t be seen there.”, John said while slamming the door in my face, locking me outside completely naked. 

I crawled back to the gate while both were watching me from the window and got dressed at the entrance. With heavily horny thoughts, I made my way back home.