I awoke just as she finished fastening the collar she’d placed around my neck. I felt very confused; she’d never done anything like that before. Opening my eyes and looking up I saw her put her finger to her lips enjoining silence.
“On your knees, on the floor.” After I slid down she ordered me “Hold out your hands.”
As she fitted gloves on me I realized they had no spaces for fingers or thumb, each glove made the hand one continuous object. I’d never seen them before.
“On your hands and knees.” From experience I knew she was using a ball collar to fix it so I couldn’t stand up.
“Follow.” I crawled after her to the bathroom.
“I know you must be thirsty why don’t you lap up some water.” She meant from the toilet, which thankfully was kept scrupulously clean.
“Follow me to my chair, kneel at my side and remain silent.”
She sat reading a magazine, once briefly scratching the back of my head. I was getting a little bored.
“Close your eyes, open your mouth.” I felt something dry fall on my tongue and was encouraged to chew it like a “good boy.” From the taste I knew it must be a dog biscuit. I had a small inkling where she was going. Her next words confirmed it.
“Now my pet we’ll need to go about housebreaking you.”
I felt confused. “My pet” was her code word for giving me an order in public. The orders were never anything that I wouldn’t have willingly done. It was more of a private joke, sharing a touch of our D/s play invisibly in front of others.
I wondered what she’d want from me as a house pet.
Originally posted 2012-10-19 06:01:25.
He Was His Girlfriend’s Pet
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