Non-Fiction My life as a pet-girl

Pet Ra · Feb 12, 2026

Chapter 0.5 - The beginning

Stephan (my later Master), Hanna (my later Mistress) and I were friends since childhood.
Whereby, I was closer with Hanna, which is normal I guess since we are in the same age (she's two months younger than me) while Stephan is five years older than me. But we went to the same school together, so we met at the bus stop every morning. When Hanna and I were 14, he was 19 (obviously), got his driving licence, his grandfathers old Mercedes and took us to school every morning -so, no more waiting at the bus stop. I felt like a VIP when I got out of this elegant car at school and got a major crush on him because that was soo cool.

But it's not that we just went to the same school. Stephan and I also share the same “fate”. While he never met his parents, but was raised by his grandparents, I never met my father. All I know is that I was the result of an affair my mother had with a Japanese tourist, which ended her marriage and she had to “flee” to Germany, taking my half-siblings with her. I often thought she was stricter with me, like it was my fault, but now I just think I was the living evidence of her mistake. So, I can understand her, somehow. But this is not about her and it's not important any more.

Even after Stephan graduated we stayed in touch and in 2015, shortly before my 18th birthday, he got a job opportunity he couldn't refuse. But, since his grandfather passed away few years earlier and his grandmother moved to a nursery home, he needed someone who could take proper care of his stuff. To my surprise he asked me if I could take care of his “flat”(British English for “apartment”) for about six months, because I'm so responsible.
I still had a crush on him, so I agreed immediately. Also, I was curious how he lives.

But “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 he is no “Christian Gray” (thank god). Here in Germany, most of these 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 1980s.

Of course, I knew that he lives in a penthouse but I haven't been there for quite a while. So during the first weeks I did exactly 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” in this flat, he even left me his passwords so I could watch Netflix or use his old school notes on his PC. So I started to watch a movie on the big TV or browse the internet without being disturbed – you know, stuff like this. It almost felt like having my own place and I got quite comfortable being there and went almost daily.

One day, while I was browsing the internet, I realized that I could explore my sexuality without being afraid of getting caught. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I mean, of course I had touched myself before, we learned in sex ed about masturbation and sex in general. Also, my friend Hanna was sexually active for more than a year already and told me about how good it felt.

But, as I said, I have a very strict mother. She didn't allow me to lock my door, not even the bathroom door had a key and she or my siblings burst in whenever they liked, so privacy was kinda non-existent for me. At the age of 16 I tried to shave myself down there for the first time. All the other girls in my class were either clean-shaven or neatly trimmed while I was the only one with a “full bush” and some of the popular girls had made fun of me in the shower after gym. But, while I was trying to cut my pubic hair I was immediately caught by my mother. She made such a scene, calling me a slut and other names. In her opinion “who cleans her house surely awaits guests”. She didn't even listen to my reasons and afterwards I never dared again.

So, masturbating? If I wanted to touch myself I had to do it quick and late at night, under my blankets, hand in my panties and still kept an eye to my door. And several times I had to stop because someone was walking down the hallway. Also, I had to cover my mouth because I get quite vocal.

But here in this huge place that I got for myself? No one would disturb me, no one would even notice.
No more hiding and rushing myself. I could be completely naked while doing it and taking my sweet time

Pet Ra · Feb 13, 2026

Chapter 1 - Exploring my body and sexuality

Yay, I'm finally getting more raunchy

As I said, I realized that I could explore my sexuality freely. And I did extensively. I still remember how much I blushed as I hesitantly undressed in front of the big mirror for the first time.
Now I could check every inch of my body, from my unfortunately small boobies over the hairy genital with the dark outside, but very pink inside, to my nice bubble butt. I don't know why, but I thought about my friend Hanna, which I had seen under the showers after gym just a few hours before. With her round D-cups, child bearing hips, smooth vagina and pale skin she looked like a goddess of fertility. Compared to her, I looked more like a child or a primitive savage at best.
Later, I even took some pictures of myself, so I could analyse my looks to other women on the internet. I know, nothing crushes the self-esteem of a developing woman more than comparing herself to actresses that make naughty movies

Nevertheless, here I was, completely naked, quite aroused and very interested in how I look while masturbating.
With fascination, I realized that my nipples were already hard, but the gentle touch and twist made them even harder. As I promised myself, I took my sweet time caressing my body and watching every reaction. I never had played with my nipples that long and didn't even know how good it feels. I sat on a stool, my legs spread, and checked how I look “down there”. Not only that, but I was surprised how wet I was already. I guess soaked if a more fitting term, and with slow rubs I let my arousal build up until I had a nice orgasm. It was such a difference to the quick rubs I normally gave myself, it was so wholesome.

But after a few weeks just rubbing myself wasn't enough any more, the urge to know how it felt to be penetrated grew every day. My friend Hanna bragged about it daily, not just about sex, but also what a nice dildo can do.
The problem was that I had a septate hymen and when I was 15 a tampon got stuck, I just didn't know it would expand so much. It was painful, messy and the trip to the gynaecologist was absolutely embarrassing. I didn't want to feel that again.
Nevertheless, I tried to insert my middle and ring fingers, like I had seen in the naughty films that I started to watch on daily bases. It was kinda unpleasant because it stung so bad and I started to bleed a bit. I stopped immediately, afraid and embarrassed that I may have damaged my hymen.
But in other porn I had seen that it must be nice to take it in the rear too. But, sticking a finger in my bum? It seemed quite unhygienic and I didn't want to buy an expensive toy for just trying out.
So I bought a carrot and gave it a try. But since I had no experience and used no lube it hurt like hell, even worse than the fingers in my other hole.
There was no way I'm going to like this, right?
But why was my friend always so enthusiastic when she told me about penetration? Maybe I was doing wrong.

Then it came to my mind that my fingers were always wet when I played with my vagina, and during porn the cocks or toys and butt looked slippery as well, so maybe... Oh girl, what a difference. Okay, it felt strange and quite slutty to spit on my fingers and rub it over my butthole. Also, it hurt a bit, but in a good way when I pushed the carrot in. So yes, I lost my anal virginity to a vegetable and afterwards it felt kinda weird. But it was simply fantastic laying in this huge bed, gently piston the carrot in my ass while rubbing my clit and image getting fucked slow and deep by my friend Stephan. I never came so hard in my life and had to change the bedsheets afterwards. But I learned a lot that day: That taking it in the butt surely is nice. And that I'm a heavy squirter

A few days later I ordered my very first toy - a slim pink dildo and some lube.
But it was unthinkable for me to use my name or address. Because my mother would definitely open the package.
So I used the name “Petra” (a common name in Germany), Stephans surname and his address.

When I opened the mailbox, two days later, and saw it had arrived I was shivering in anticipation, even my family was waiting for me with lunch, this was more important. I barely made it on to the bed, I didn't even fully undress, just pulled down my pants, lubed my ass and fucked me. I came so quick that I wasn't even that late for lunch. It felt kinda interesting, yet I was also ashamed, sitting at the table with my family while having a still sensitive, freshly cummed pussy and a slippery ass that I could hardly concentrate.

Even this toy gave me fantastic orgasms, I soon ordered a slightly bigger one. And then some more, and even bigger. In my imagination I got fucked by Stephan, somehow I wanted to prepare myself for this. Also, I started to experiment a bit. Some days I just went there after school for a quick orgasm before going home, came back in the afternoon to give myself a second one and then one more in the evening. Some afternoons I played for hours just to have one huge orgasm late in the evening. It was fascinating to learn of what my body was capable for.

But the more I learned about my body, the less I cared about my chores. Or anything else. The only thing mattered to me was my pleasure and exploring my sexuality extensively. I even skipped classes, saying I didn't feel well because then I was excused to go home. Which gave me more time to play because I wasn't bothered by my friends either. Sometimes I got annoyed when they asked me if I want to come with them to a café in the afternoon. Often I made excuses and one day they finally stopped asking - except for Hanna, who I met every day at the bus stop. Even when my grades took a slight drop, I absolutely didn't care, I was in bliss. I guess that I kinda became addicted to masturbation

Pet Ra · Feb 15, 2026

Chapter 2 - Laying the foundation of my submission

Several weeks later I realized how messy the penthouse had become. Everything was covered in dust, the floor was a mess, several plants withered, and the living room was simply disgusting. Not to mention the bedroom, which reeked like sex, the pillows even worse since I had humped them extensively. My toys were scattered in the penthouse, the pink dildo laid in bed, two in the living room, another one in the bathroom. I had fucked myself in every room, except for the storage room (Stephans old nursery) with the attached bathroom

What would my friend say if he finds out that I did here? Would he be mad? He trusted me with his stuff and I let him down, he surely would be disappointed, and maybe scold me. Or would he even, I don't know, punish me? Maybe he would put me over his knee to spank me

I don't know why I had this thought, but that was exactly what I deserved. A good, old-fashioned spanking like I got as a kid when I didn't clean my room. 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, how hard my nipples and deep my breath got. Was I aroused? What kind of perverted girl gets aroused by beating herself?
I touched myself through the wet spot and shivered. Oh. My. God. That felt so good. I guessed it wouldn't hurt to have one orgasm before cleaning and start rubbing faster. I thought about how naughty it would be if I would be cumming in my panties and then have to wear this wet fabric all day. But before I got the chance to cum, somebody rang the doorbell

I shrieked and without any grace I fell on the floor. Through the doorbell camera I saw that it was the postman, and he had a parcel for me, well “Petra”. I pulled my jeans up and rushed down to get it, knowing it contained a suction cup dildo and a fresh bottle of lube

Back upstairs I thought about using this new toy to finish myself off, it was just so tempting. But I knew that if I gave in I wouldn't get done anything else for the day. Or the next. So I took a deep breath, put it aside and started to clean instead.

The kitchen was quite easy, since I hadn't used it much. Okay, I heated a pizza in the oven sporadically, but I didn't cook anything. Nevertheless, it was dusty, the litter bin was overflowing and used glasses and plates stood everywhere, but the dishwasher took care of it. It was dirty, but not messy and I was done with everything in less than two hours.

After I had cleaned the kitchen, I thought about “rewarding” myself. I deserved it for making everything spotless, right?
My hand had already slipped in my pants and started to rub myself through my panties again, like it had a mind of its own. But I looked into the living room and sighted. I told myself that I don't deserve this kind of reward just for restoring the original state of one room. So I made a promise to myself, no cumming for me 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, pants down and spanked my ass with the spatula. The third day I cleaned in nothing but my panties, showing the moist stain in them like some kind of trophy of how naughty I was. I even bought a second pair with me and put a pad in it, the dirty ones stayed in the penthouse and I had to wear them the next day as additional punishment during cleaning. It felt slightly disgusting, but still was better than risking my mother noticing the stain

I still have these panties, grey with a cute flower pattern. But of course they got washed afterwards, because they really reeked after this week.
Lord help me, I was so horny after five days, but it took two more days until I finished cleaning and it felt like my pussy was gnawing all the time. It got so bad that I had to give it some encouraging rubs every now and then, telling it that my punishment would be done soon and I can cum again. But it was worth it. The orgasm after this week of hell was fantastic

, and my fantasies turned more and more into being subjected.

Looking back now I would say that this week was the awakening of my submission and humiliation kink.
Had I looked for naked women (to compare myself to) or women who were masturbating (to learn some new technics), I now start searching for women who were dominated, humiliated and degraded

Women who were kneeling on the floor or being tied up, sucking cock or were just used. Women that were serving drinks at parties, completely naked and everyone could grope or use them. Other women had to do special poses, so they could get inspected or punished by their dominants. I imagined it was me, so I started to copy them, serving drinks to myself or taking pictures of myself to inspect me as well

Seeing myself on the 50-inch TV was so embarrassing, yet so arousing. But I was not satisfied with what I saw.
My small tits almost flattened out when I put my hands behind my head and the huge bush between my legs was a harsh contrast to the clean shaved pussies of the women in the pictures. But as I stated above, I didn't dare to shave. Even if I would shave myself here and not at home, the chances were pretty high that my mother would see it while I took a shower, and she surely would make a scene again.
But with my small tits and huge bush I failed every single inspection I gave myself, resulting in a nice hard spanking, often with something in my ass.
Also, every time I came in, I undressed in the small vestibule. It was a rule I found on a slave page - that the slave has to be naked all the time.
Okay, first I was just keeping my underwear on, but after a few days I decided to be naked

Of course, I avoided the windows and the roof garden at first, but when I cleaned the windows (dressed of course) I realized that I couldn't be seen from the outside even while standing on a ladder, and same goes the roof garden. I even walked around the streets, keeping an eye at the building to make sure it truly was completely safe. But still I was careful and when I approached a window I lowered myself until I crawled on all fours. It was a bit uncomfortable on the hardwood floor, but when I saw my reflection in the glass door, which leads to the roof garden, I had to have a closer look in the huge mirror in the master bedroom. Oh my god, what a degrading view, me on all fours like an animal

When I presented my rear, I noticed the string of juices dangling from my bush and immediately my hand went between my legs. I've had read about pet-girls already and it was kinda sexy but also quite weird, women that were kept not as humans but as animals. Crawling on all fours, guided on a leash, while some even slept in cages or were wearing tails.

I thought about how wonderfully humiliating it must be... What the fuck is wrong with me?

But still, why I became absolutely aroused by seeing myself crawling in front of the mirror?
Of course, I still needed a tail, but buying a tail-plug was out of question. So I bought a carrot the next day, this time with the leaves still attached. It was funny seeing this green “tail” dangling out my ass, but also somehow sexy as well. Once more, what the fuck is wrong with me?

But still, a pet needs a collar of course. So I bought a cheap one at a pet-shop. I blushed heavily but shivered in anticipation as I put it around my neck and inserted the carrot-tail in my ass. Was I went on all fours I asked myself again what the fuck... Oh my God, what a difference

I looked more than naughty, almost vulgar and my hand slipped between my legs immediately.

After I came, quick and hard, my mind cleared a bit and I got quite ashamed of myself. What would others think of me, seeing me degrading myself so much? But the next day I stood again in front of the mirror, put the collar around my neck and shoved the carrot in my ass. I just couldn't help it, because it fits me so well...

In my fantasies I often had been a slut, Stephans slut to be specific. But sluts need a sexy body, don't they?
Then, with the lack of proper tits, I thought that maybe I'm more of a slave, serving him. But slaves have to be clean-shaven, haven't they?
So with this obscene patch of hair between my legs, the carrot-tail in my ass and the collar around my neck?
Hell yes, I'm not meant to be called a slave, I'm nothing but an animal

I realized that, as soon as I went down on all fours I didn't think about the stressful exams at school or the nerve-wrecking arguments with my mother. It wasn't even about the kinky and humiliating fun any more, I simply existed in a state of curiosity and play.

I'm pretty sure that this was the moment I laid the foundation of what I have become now

Pet Ra · Feb 22, 2026

Chapter 3 - Getting a boyfriend

When my friend Stephan came back from his trip he praised me how wonderful I took care of his stuff, that everything was neat and tidy. And that I even freshen up the bed, so he don't have to sleep in months old, stale bedsheets. Yeah, right, that's the reason, not because I came so much in this bed that I had to wash the soaked blankets

He told me to kept the key for his penthouse because he had to go on another trips of several weeks again soon, and he want to know his stuff in capable hands. I nod, smiled and thanked him for his trust. But on the inside I was jumping in joy, this meant more play-time for me.

I kinda became addicted to this freedom and when 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

Also, because it was unthinkable to hide my naughty stuff at my place, I left it there. I shoved it deep under the sofa, so it was well-hidden. Who cleans so deep underneath the sofa anyway?

It went perfect for almost nine months, until that one faithful day when he came back from work early.
I didn't hear him because I stood in the shower, and that's where he found me. With my grey panties as a gag in my mouth, clothes pegs on my nipples and impaling my ass on the suction cup dildo while rubbing my needy, hairy snatch furiously and the warm water splashed on my body. You may think he could have just waited outside, but since he was living alone he had every right to know who the intruder was that was taking a shower and what was making the rhythmic banging sound.
I mean, I could have locked the door also, but why would I? I thought I would have been alone for at least another two to three hours. Our eyes looked for moment before I shrieked into my gag while he immediately raised his hands in apologizing gesture and closed the door.
No, he didn't ask if he could join. This isn't porn and the whole situation was maximum uncomfortable, for both of us.

Through the closed door 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 to it, so I don't had to look at him if I decided to sneak out

But I wanted to talk, I owed him an apology for defiling his home at least. It took me a while to gather the strength to knock on the door.
It was really embarrassing, I mean, this guy had just caught me in the act. I crawled into the arm chair, hugged my legs and I cried a bit. But he was very understanding and put a blanked around me. I hid in it and he gave me all the time I needed, even brought me a glass of water. I started with an apology but didn't know what else to say, especially what to do with the dildo that I brought with me. I was even more ashamed after he suggested to place my toys in the bathroom cabinet under the sink, so I wouldn't need to crawl under the sofa every time. My eyes widened, he knew

But he was very open minded about it, because everyone has needs, and soon he managed that we talked a lot and laughed even more. Before I realized it, it was 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. Next day I woke up to a good morning text and he asked if I would like to grab a coffee in the afternoon. It wasn't officially a date but I agreed without hesitation.

We almost met daily and had some regular dates soon. I was in bliss as he asked me to become his girlfriend two weeks later and immediately we had our first time

Despite the toys he guessed that I was inexperienced and made sure it was wonderful. The way he gently undressed me, complimented every detail of my body and covered every inch of it with kisses. All I had to do was lay back and enjoy, this moment was all about me.
When he sucked my nipples I gasped. I have so tiny tits that I never experienced this and I never thought it could feel so intense. It went even more intense when he went down on me. That took me really by surprise since I already started to dislike the look of my vagina (and it became worse over time). I was quite embarrassed as he pulled down my panties and revealed my excessive pubic hair, but he told me how wonderful it was that I keep it natural and played with it for a while. Then he started to lick and kiss me there while commenting how much he loves the bush, my heavy pigmented, meaty outer labia, the fat mons pubis and this big clit. Especially how wet I was already. I always disliked every single feature of my genital that he seemed to enjoy so much. I wasn't sure if he really liked it or was just polite, but as he licked and sucked on my clit I didn't even care anymore. I grabbed the bedsheets so hard and couldn't control my hips any longer, the orgasm was marvellous

I could see my juices glistening on his chin as he came back up, grinning from ear to ear and commenting that it was pretty quick. As he kissed me I tasted my cunt on his lips while eagerly reaching for his pants, clearly noticing the bulge in it. But when I pulled down his boxers I gasped, it was the first time I saw a penis in nature and I reached for it carefully. I noticed that it's almost as long as my forearm and thicker than my wrist. As I sat on his legs and pressed this cock against my body I became a bit nervous and worried. It reached way past my belly button and I was sure that as soon as he would penetrate me I would simply split in half

I wasn't even sure if he could fit in my ass, even though my latest toy was quite thick it couldn't compete with this size. Of course we still tried both holes, and failed both times. My hymen was so sturdy that it hurt too bad and I started to lament. He stopped immediately and asked me if I was okay. I nod and told him that it's was just really uncomfortable. I asked if he was disappointed, but he shook his head, hugged me and we cuddled. While his hands slid over my body and soon between my legs again, I reached for his cock, just curious how it feels. We tried a second time and failed again

After a while, I went to the other bathroom and came back with the bottle of lube. I blushed heavily when I suggested to try the other hole, but of course he was all in. He grinned, called me naughty and shameless while I went on all fours and wiggled my butt in a hopefully seductive manner. He lubed and played with my anus, gently teasing and probing it before gently pushing a finger inside. I moaned loudly, it felt so much better than my toys, especially when he cupped my pussy and played with my wet folds.

But when it came to the real thing... Maybe he was too big, maybe I got nervous and tensed up, I don't know. He simply couldn't stick it in my rear as well. This was not how I imagined my first time

I laid on top of him, feeling his cock on my belly, while he comforted me. He told me that he really appreciate that I was willing to give it all.
With a nervous chuckle he told me that he knows he has a good size, but never thought it was an issue. He joked that maybe I need bigger toys and more training. I lightly punched his shoulder, but agreed and joked that, if you're 1,50m tall, less than 40kg and Asian-tight you need to train your body to take a 20cm white cock that is thicker than your wrist. "22" he taunted, but not so joking he grabbed my still lubed butt and started to fuck me with his thumb, for training as he said. He wasn't even disappointed that we couldn't fuck, instead we did some heavy petting, so I “could get accommodated to his touch”. We went into 69 position and while I laid on him I tried to figure out how to get his dick in my mouth without breaking my jaw or choking to death. Then he ate me out again while gently fucking my ass with his thumb at the same time. I couldn't even think about his cock any more, I had never experienced this before and was completely lost in pleasure

But it was not just the beginning of our relationship, it was also the start of making my fantasy of being subjected true. Even I tried to hide it.
First of all and with heavy blushing I asked him to train me, respectively my asshole, so he could fuck me properly. So he ordered some plugs and bigger toys. Now, every evening I laid over his legs, ass up and let him slowly train my butt. Toy, plugs and his fingers of course, all gently stretching my anus, while my ignored pussy was dripping into the towel

Also he taught me how to please him without my lower holes, since one was blocked and the other still in training. I can assure you, I'm an ambitious learner

First he was showing me how to properly jerk him off. His penis was so warm and felt nice in my hands. Stephan showed me how to stroke it and it was a nice experience. In return he wanted to see how I pleased myself. I was quite embarrassed, mostly because masturbating is something very personal and not something you do in front of others. But I have to admit, as he began stroking his cock as well, I felt kinda sexy. Finally someone was looking at me with lust and even pleasuring himself while gazing me. It gave me a huge boost

But he also taught me how to please him orally and the first time I tried to suck him was quite funny. I used both hands and lowered myself on it with my mouth wide open. He laughed and told me I was looking like I was about to eat a burrito. First I was a bit sulky but his chuckle really is contagious so I laughed as well. We watched some porn (for training purpose) and I tried to copy the movements of the women. At first he told me to watch my teeth, which was more easy for him to say than for me to do. But I became much better over time

Before he came in my mouth he warned me, but I wanted the whole experience. It felt interesting how he throbbed in my mouth but I was overwhelmed by the amount and also by the taste, sweet but slightly salty. He asked me if I want to spit it out, but I shook my head and gulped it down. He looked at me in surprise and called me nasty, but in a teasing way, before kissing me.
Since I haven't had my share yet, he went down on me and was amazed how wet I already was. As usual he began fingering my ass while licking my pussy. I guess it made him quite horny because few minutes later I felt him raise up again and asked him to fuck me. Of course he tried my pussy, but that sturdy string of skin prevented it as usual. But I wanted him in me, no matter the hole, so he lubed up.
It was a tight fit, but this had been a fantasy of me for so long so I wanted to make it happen.

I sighted as I felt him slipping in, but as he told me that it was just the tip I became a bit nervous because I already felt like I was about to burst. But I kept pushing myself on him. Besides using plenty of lube and him moving gently it felt like he was tearing my asshole out

It felt so weird, good and uncomfortable at the same time and I moaned through my clenched teeth. He asked me if I wanted to stop because I looked like I'm in pain, but I shook my head and begged him to keep going.
His hand cupped my cunt and rubbed it, after few strokes I already came so incredible hard that I was sure even the mattress was soaked and I had to move his hand to my breast so he stopped playing with my oversensitive clit. But even without stimulation on my cunt I squirted twice more before I could feel him pulsating in my rear. Afterwards I laid on the wet sheets, completely drained and pretty sure my ass was ruined. What a wonderful feeling. We cuddled and with a grin Stephan told me he could clearly feel every time I came because my asshole gripped so tight like it wanted to cut his dick off. But it didn't matter, I managed to get him inside of me, I've had my “first time”. Finally we could have penetrative sex and it didn't matter that it was the “wrong hole”

redcamel · Mar 1, 2026

Wow little Puddles, thanks for the hot and descriptive story of the beginnings of Pet-ra

Pet Ra · Mar 5, 2026

redcamel said:
Wow little Puddles, thanks for the hot and descriptive story of the beginnings of Pet-ra

Thank you very much, Sir.
But that time I was still "Rayna", so lets move on for everyone to see how I turned into "Pet Ra" until I became "Puddles"

Chapter 4 - Getting a Master

But of course at one point we had talk about my decent collection of toys, the pictures I took of myself and with this pictures about my fantasies

I was ashamed and very timid, 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.
As he even admitted that he jerked off to my pictures I looked at him surprised. But to be honest, I also thought that was kinda sexy.
Also, he didn't forced, 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...

When I told him that I cleaned here in just my panties and that I spanked myself before starting to clean he wanted know why. I could feel my whole face getting hot as I told him how I neglected my duties here and that I punished myself for doing so. With a grin he told me that he would have loved to see that and with a cheeky smirk I stripped to my underwear and laid over his lap. His hand rubbed over my butt before he gave it a firm slap and I gasped in surprise. I didn't expect it to feel that good and soon my cunt started to leak, and with his hard cock poking my belly I was sure that he enjoyed every second of it as well. When he touched the wet spot between my legs, he called me a naughty girl but then started to rub it until I came in my panties. When I wanted to pull them down for sex, he told me to keep them on. He just pushed them to the side and fucked my ass. I felt really naughty, almost slutty, and came again

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, often combined with a playful spanking. Of course I was embarrassed but also horny as hell and we had lots of sex. Okay, for penetration he just used my rear, but I know he didn't mind.

But because penetrating this hole can get messy, especially when his semen dripped out, he introduced me into enemas.
You know, I have mixed feelings about enemas. I kinda enjoy the sensation of being filled, how the liquid is gurgling inside me and the tension slowly building up inside until you get a nice belly and think you will burst any second. But when it's released it disgusts me because it splashes everywhere

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 he cleaned me afterwards and was such an intimate feeling that I started not just to enjoy but looking forward to them. It just feels much better not to worry about some nasty stuff

One day I thought about shaving or at least trimming my pubic hair. I'm a big girl, almost 19, and I have a boyfriend now. So, to hell with what my mother thinks about it, let her think that I'm not a virgin any more, she doesn't need to know that I've always taken it up the rear so far. Also I was the only one in my class that had unkempt pubes and some of the other girls started to made fun of that. Even the nerdy one was neatly trimmed

But, knowing how much my boyfriend loves my natural appearance, I wanted his opinion. Or should I say his permission?

So, while we laid in bed and his fingers were playing with my pubes I told him that I think about removing it. He stopped playing and told me how much he loves feeling it between his fingers. I asked to shave my labia at least, so when he goes down on my he wouldn't be bothered by it. So he told me that he isn't bothered by it at all. I smiled and was kinda relieved that he accepted me as I was, but after PE class a few days later I asked him again. Of course he wanted to know about my sudden change of mind and why I'm so persistent about shaving my pubes.

I told him about the girls in my class, that they were all clean shaven or at least trimmed and that they pushed me to do the same. It was not that they made fun or bullied me because of my bush, but teased me good-naturedly. So he told me that it sounds like I want to shave for the girls in my class, so they stopped teasing me, and not that I wanted to shave for myself or him.
Stephan told me how much he loves my bush. But he agreed to give it a try since it seemed important for me.
He even helped me to trim it and also shaved the parts that were not covered by my underwear. I was quite embarrassed when I sat on the toilet, my boyfriend sitting betweens my wide spread legs while barbering my nether region

But the look on his face told me that he didn't like it and when I looked at myself in the mirror I knew why. Even it was a neatly trimmed triangle, it kinda looked weird, almost unfitting, and when I touched the stubbles it felt like petting an old door-mat instead of soft.
The next day the shaved parts even got some irritation, and after PE class, two days later, the girls teased me for it

Surely it would look better if I remove all the hair and maybe even the irritation would go away once the skin got used to shaving. But when I asked him if he wanted me to be clean down there he shook his head. I looked at him and said that I wanted to be clean for him, he reminded me how much he loved my pubes and how much he loves if a woman looks like one, and not like a child.

So I gave the argument that sluts needs to be clean shaven, to make sure that their genitals are always visible.
He looked at me, completely stunned, and asked if I see myself as a slut. I was embarrassed because I realized what I just had called myself, but then I nod. He grinned and lectured me that sluts have sex with many different people, men and women alike, and take it in every hole. Two things I haven't done and he definitely don't want to share me with other men, so I can't be a slut. I became so red and reminded him that during the last weeks I had been kept completely naked in here, he touched me freely and fucked me whenever he liked (not that I mind), of course I was his slut, right? Or maybe I'm his sex-slave?
He laughed and asked me if I'm really that eager to degrade myself. I looked at him flabbergasted but then nod slowly.
He guided me to the bedroom and we both stood in front of the huge mirror, me naked and him neatly dressed. He asked me what I see, if I see a slut or a slave. I couldn't answer, because I couldn't see neither

Then he asked if I had forgot about the pictures I took of myself, the ones where I was crawling on all fours. He tapped my nose with his finger and let it slowly wander deeper. If I can't see me as a slave he couldn't see me as one either, naturally, and definitely I'm not a slut. Then he did something I'll never forget, he kissed me and then whispered to my ear that we both knew I'm less than that, I'm his Pet, an animal, before he gently stroked my regrowing hair down there and pushed me down to all fours. Now he was towering me, still neatly dressed while I squat on the floor, still naked

My heart skipped a beat before it pumped like crazy and I felt so very hot inside.
I looked up to him in surprise, it was the first time he called me a pet, but somehow it felt good. He smiled and it was like he clearly noticed how much I was turned on. With a smile I looked up to him and asked him to train me. Not just to be a pet in bedroom but to become a real pet-girl

He grinned, went to the living room and came back with the collar I bought myself to put it around my neck. He informed me that this was now my “collar of consideration” and the meaning of it. It's the first of three steps to become a full-fledged submissive (in my case a pet) and from now I had to call him “Master” and not Stephan anymore, at least in private. It was the first rule I got and loved it immediately.

Of course I knew about “pet-girls”, it had been part of my fantasy for more than a year already, even it sounded so weird. Still, I never would have guessed that one day I would ask to become one in real. But when he pushed me on all fours, I had felt something else, something that felt just right, almost natural. And when he put the collar around my neck, it felt like something that had reached into the very core of my being.
Suddenly I didn't want to be a slut or slave anymore. I wanted to become a pet, his pet. And since pets have fur he don't want, no, he won't allow me to shave or trim my pubes any more, at least not without his permission. That was the second rule.

From that moment it didn't matter any more if it would peek out of my underwear, or if my class mates would make fun of it. It suddenly became a part of my submission. Hidden, yet clearly visible

I smiled, my bush (my fur) had now a meaning, it underlined that I nothing more than a primitive animal. Yes, it was humiliating when the other girls teased me, but it was also so very perfect. Also I noticed that I became quite proud of my fur, and that the teasing decreased then. After about a month my fur had significantly regrown and while laying in his lap, Masters hand on my hip, he let it wander deeper until it reached my fur.
I asked him if the loves his hairy pet and opened my legs a little more so he could feel that my labia was all fluffy again as well. I know, many people don't like hairy genitals, but he told me that it fits me so much better, before flipping me over and eating me out until I came.
After that evening, every time I came to visit my boyfriend, my Master, I not just undressed in the vestibule but also fluffed up my fur before putting the collar around my neck

When he came home and saw me at the table, doing my homework while wearing nothing but the collar...
Well, my homework often went unfinished as he lifted me on the table to give me another lesson in pleasure

Since my Master loved to see me cum we also explored some other kinks like forced orgasms, but also edging and orgasm denial.
While eating me out he often grabbed my hips and buried his face between my legs until I was kicking the air and tired to push him away while he made me cum over and over. But, to be honest, these forced orgasms were not to my liking. I mean, of course I love to cum, but after the second or sometimes even third orgasm in a row I became way too sensitive but he still kept going. And he was not just focusing on my clit but whole genital area. Master even made me cum by massaging my labia or sucking on them and he even made me reach orgasm by simply stimulating the inside of my pussy solely through my asshole, while ignoring my sensitive pearl entirely

Of course I tried to endure, but soon we had to accept that I'm unable to handle that much pleasure. Master gently made me cum again after letting me calm down for a minute and then teasingly mocked me that that's the reason I'm unfit for being a sex-slave or even a proper slut.
That's why I'm only worth of being a pet.
Given my nickname "Ra" it became "Pet Ra", which was also an innuendo of my alias "Petra"

Well, teasing, edging and denial was more to my liking and became my absolute favourite. I love being teased until I'm a dripping mess and then being played with until the pleasure becomes almost unbearable. I often begged him to fuck me, but he kept circling my sensitive bits before heating me up again. I love it, they way my hips buck on its own, the way he withdraws his hand or gently cupped my cunt, to feel its throbbing, and the frustration raised while Master told me I'm not allowed to cum

In my opinion, as a submissive pet I always should be horny, but also as a good pet I shouldn't cum without my Masters permission.
It was the third rule he gave me.

Of course I had played with myself before, sometimes for hours, slowly building the pleasure before releasing it in one big orgasm.
But being brought to the brink of orgasm, let it fade away and repeat it? And that for days? That was really something else.
Master always gave me an “edging schedule” when he was on a business trip, so I had to do it on my own. Two edges per day seems laughable low, looking back now, but giving that I was not used to it and stretched over a time of two (sometimes four to six) months, it was quite challenging. Especially since I didn't do it for myself but because I was ordered to do so and my mind went hazy after few days.

My BFF Hanna noticed that after seven to ten days I started to get bratty and suggested that I should masturbate to quench the urge. Well, she didn't know that I did that every morning and evening, just without the sweet release at the end

When Master came back the daily edging and denial finally paid off, the orgasms were marvellous. Later I became more shameless and waited naked on all fours in his flat. I was playing with my cunt all the time while I was waiting, with a plugged and lubed ass so he could immediately fuck me when he came home. He really loved this initiative and often fucked me right there, on all fours in the hallway. It was so humiliating and I came so incredible hard. Even I earned a spanking afterwards because I came without permission, I absolutely loved it. My friend smirked every morning and told me that it looks like I got a good dicking. She was not wrong, but little did she know.

Of course I also got denied when Master was not on a business trip and he loved to watch me playing with myself. But I wasn't just masturbating for him, I showed how obedient I became and as I got more horny I also got more brave to express my kinks. Not just something he wanted to try and see if I like it, but something I was curious about. After several days “on the edge” I confessed that I would like to try some pee-play

I had seen it on several websites about degrading stuff and was not sure how Master would react when I confessed that I wanted to experience how it feels to get peed on. But he had always said that he wanted to help me explore my kinks so I asked him. He was really surprised, because that's some really advanced stuff, but agreed

So, before we both were about to take a shower, he started to pee on my feet and slowly let the stream wander more upwards until he soaked my fur. It was an interesting experience and the next time I kneeled down before the urinated on me and even we agreed to spare my face it was utterly humiliating. But it was also very kinky to kneel in the shower while seeing and feeling Masters warm urine spash on my "breasts" and then running down my body. I even started to touch myself “down there”

But even I had masturbated while being peed on, I wouldn't call it a reward. I kinda enjoyed the humiliating aspect, but it was more suiting for a punishment because it was so degrading. Like, when a spanking was not enough. Maybe after I came without permission or did something else that was not to Masters liking?
So, every time I had an orgasm without Masters permission or if I did something wrong that justified more punishment than an over-the-knee spanking, I walked to the shower to get peed on. It became some kind of weird tradition and I kinda like being peed on, but not that much that I misbehave just to get punished in this way

Pet Ra · Mar 12, 2026

After you know how I got my Master, I naturally don't want to keep from you how my friend Hanna became my Mistress Hanna.

Chapter 5 - Getting a Mistress

In 2016, I made a mistake.
It wasn't a big one, but was the one that would have a huge impact of my life as a future pet-girl.

Master had worked on my edging-schedule and the amount had increased from two to five edges over time.
While I was fighting back the third edge my palm gazed over my clit. It was just a slight touch, but for my oversensitive knob it was enough. I struggled for just long enough to gain hope that I could win this fight while my cunt throbbed and pulsated like crazy, leading to a completely and utterly ruined orgasm. I never had such a perfectly ruined orgasm ever again, it felt like absolute shit but didn't dampen my horniness to the slightest

Being a good pet I took a photo of my dripping wet pussy and sent it to Master, telling him that his naughty pet failed the edge task and came without his permission. So naturally it expected to be taught a hard lesson

The problem was: I didn't send it to Master but to Hanna, my (that time) best friend, since their names were next to each other

She came over almost immediately and when she rang the door I barely managed to get dressed until she was at our apartment door. She didn't tell me why she was here, and even I was slightly annoyed, 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 leaned over to me, put her hand on my belly and let it wander deeper. Then she asked when we start to teach this naughty pet a lesson while reached between my legs. She grinned from ear to ear, Master almost spat out his drink and looked at us flabbergasted while I froze in shock. Hanna laughed, showed us the picture and asked again. I was so embarrassed

Master poured us some more wine, grinned and said that he clearly won't mind, but the decision was ours. Well, she really looked happy and I had to admit that I was curious too. So we talked about the picture I sent to her, but also about the text in which I called my boyfriend “Master” and myself his “Pet”. With a grin she asked if this is the reason why I don't shave of this bush, which she admitted looked rather messy especially since the picture was taken after I just had cum. I blushed, but then nod and I revealed to her that it's my fur, a hidden sign of what I am

And then she kissed me

My BFF simply bent forward and pressed her lips on mine. It took me completely by surprise and we afterwards looked at each other slightly sheepish because we knew that if we continue it would take our friendship to a completely new level. I looked to Master and he slightly nod, of course he wouldn't mind. So I bend forward and kissed Hanna back, she replied with a more hungry kiss and her hands touched my breast, reaching for my rock hard nipples. When I returned the favour I realised that I always wondered what this big breasts would feel like

While kissing we started to undress, Master just laid back and enjoyed the show. I didn't even mind that he saw my friends breasts, but couldn't help but compare her nice D-cups with the pink nipples to my A-cups with the dirty brown ones. Even she said they look cute, but still.

She let her hand slide deeper, until it was in my pants and I let out a loud moan as it went through my fur and over my clit, while my friend grinned as she felt how wet I was already. She wanted to slip her fingers in me, so I grabbed her hand and highly embarrassed I confessed that I'm still a virgin. My friend laughed and thought we made fun of her, but then she noticed I was serious about it and pulled her hand away immediately. She looked quite nervous but then asked if she could see for herself. I looked at Master again and he gave me a proud smile. So I stood up to remove my jeans and panties, while she went on the floor to sit between my legs

I was a bit ashamed as she “dug” through the hair to have a close look at this “blemish”. She wanted to know how, or if we have sex and then Master told her I have another hole close by, my friend grinned and called me naughty. But she was eager to make me feel comfortable and cared the inside of my thighs while complimenting my genital. It still felt strange and kinda timid, but I think if we were sober it wouldn't have happened at all and it was really an interesting experience

Hanna suggested that we continue our exploration on a more comfortable space, so we went to the close by couch.
While I was already naked, my friend just said it would be time to put even and undressed as well. She didn't even flinch that ~~my boyfriend~~ Master was watching, but I think at one point he couldn't take it any more

He lifted me up and carried me to the bedroom. There, both of them "took care" of me. Hanna even licked my cunt (and I licked hers to), despite she's not really being a fan of hair in that region. Later she watched as Master fucked my ass, and I even asked for permission to cum, which was happily granted. Even I was slightly ashamed that my friend witnessed the most sensual moment a young pet can have with her Master, it was truly magical

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 BFF into my Mistress.
Waking up next to each other in the morning felt totally weird. I think it's a normal feeling when you see someone after sharing such an intimate moment, especially if you had known each other for years and I would say that Hanna felt the same. I mean, we had licked each other's genitals and she watched me climaxing hard (I even asked for permission, much to her surprise) while getting my butt fucked and cream-pied. Also, we were slightly hangover and during breakfast we couldn't really look into each other eyes

But Master encouraged us that there was nothing to be ashamed of, that it was part of growing and it seemed that we both enjoyed. And in worst case we could always blame the evil, evil alcohol

Hanna grinned but confessed that it was something she would like to repeat and maybe deepen. I had to admit, the feeling was mutual

So, during the next weeks we met daily and my friend wanted to know more about Master and my relationship. Mostly we had some really long talks, like Master and I did before. But he noticed that I had become way more confident to talk about my kinks and expressing my fantasies than I was little over a year ago. But we not just talked but also had sex occasionally, of course

Hanna was really interested in our relationship, and the more she learned about my “preferences” she grew eager to take part in my training. The funny thing is that normally she's blunt as hell, but this time she was really timid. I mean she asked questions about how I feel doing this and often talked with Master about how he dominates me, but she never asked if she could do it as well. Nevertheless, we noticed that she wanted to be more than just a “friend with benefits”

So we talked about it, first just Master and me, and later we included Hanna. When confronted with our suggestion she blushed heavily but then admitted that the idea was really tempting.
So, Master asked her what kind of role she had planned, but guessed that most likely she didn't want to be a pet because that wouldn't fit her. My friend grinned and told him that he was right, she would like to become a “handler”

I looked at her flabbergasted, and with a grin she told me that she did some research since she knew about my kinky preferences.
Both encouraged me not to rush it, because this would have a huge impact on our friendship. Also, Master made clear that it was not about them but solely my decision, since it would mostly affect me. I should thoroughly think about what I want. 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.

To be honest, I had made up my mind pretty quick and chose the latter, obviously

I will never forget the look on her face when she came over for dinner. I just bowed to her and said “Good evening, Mistress”. It was pure bliss.

During dinner, Master explained that there will be some rules according to my treatment. He told my new Mistress that I wasn't to be shared or that my kinks weren't revealed to others. Also, my fur and especially my virginity had to remain untouched.
In general, you could summarize that whatever happen during our play had to stay in our play.

It was a bit strange, suddenly my BFF had become my Mistress. But I have to admit, soon it felt normal for me to call her Mistress instead of Hanna, at least when we were at home. I think she needed a bit longer to get comfortable with the new status that gave her superiority over me. Even she was more like supervising me, at first. She was learning after all as well

So she made sure that I did my tasks or made my homework, but she learned really quick and got more responsibility. Like she had to make sure that I don't touch myself, when I was not allowed to cum, or edged myself properly. Stuff like that.

One evening, while we were talking about our day she asked Master if she was allowed to enforce the rule about my nudity. She didn't ask me, she asked him

She knew that I had to be naked in my Masters presence, so it would be just fitting that I had to be naked in my Mistress presence as well. Master looked at her surprised and then at me. She taunted if he needs my permission, so he told her that this is mostly my game. But he smiled as he “scolded” her jokingly and as I nod his tone shifted from caring to demanding as he ordered me to undress. Even Mistress had seen my sensitive bits an hour ago I felt embarrassed, but I obeyed. When I tried to hide my bush with my hands Master made me stand with my legs shoulder-wide apart and my hands on my head, so Mistress could ogle me freely. When she had a closer look at my genital she seemed to be surprised that I was already so wet that a string of pussy juice was dangling from my fur

But even it was so embarrassing, the way they looked at me, randomly played with my body and especially the night afterwards made it worth it

The next day, when we came from school, she stopped me in the vestibule and told me that I know the rule to get naked. I looked at her for a moment dumbfounded but then started to undress. After that I had to undress every time we came home and Mistress was astonished how wet I got each time.

When she told Master about it, he explained to her that's the reason I'm kept naked, wearing just a collar. Of course, it’s a visible sign of my status, but it's also more. I don't just have an enf-kink, but fully grown humiliation-kink. It took a while until I could fully admit it, but being humiliated really turns me on

Immediately she began to put some effort in making everything more embarrassing for me. And she became really good at this

Well, as I said, 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. But before I was allowed to pee at school I had to pull down my pants, lift my shirt up and remove my bra. After I while I had to undress completely. It was really embarrassing entering the stall and undress under the eyes of my friend Mistress, or to turn around so she could take a good look before allowing me to sit down

While sitting on the toilet I had to spread my legs so wide that my knees touched the walls, and before I was allowed to empty my bladder she made a wetness-check, like Master had taught her. Then I had to lay my hands on my head and stick my chest out, so she could check if my nipples were hard. Of course, they were after she had fondled my pussy and she didn't get tired on pulling and twisting them while whispering degrading names in my ear because I got so wet

I have to admit she put great effort into bringing me in slightly embarrassing situations or humiliate me in a very subtle way. Not just in private but also in public. Like during our lunch break she made me catch M&M's with my mouth, like you would throw your dog some treats. She even made me squat on the floor and gave me some commands you would give your dog. Some of my classmates got engaged in this as well and it looks like a fun game, but Mistress and me knew exactly that this wasn't just a game, the wet spot in my panties proved it

In the shower, after PE class, she started to tease me because of my fur, and soon the gentle mocking started again. But Mistress made sure things weren't going out of hand. Nevertheless, on our way home she told me how everyone noticed that “the exotic girl with the small tits but huge bush got clearly aroused”. I knew she exaggerated, but damn, this idea was hot

She was also the one who came up with a new nickname, which became my pet and then my “real” name later

From the beginning she was impressed on how wet I got and left some puddles of my juices on the floor. So she started to call me “Puddles” instead of “Ra” and made sure the name became a bit more common under my friends. I had always been drinking sparkling water and she shook the bottle before handing it to me, so as I opened it during my English class I got soaked. She did it few times more and asked if I made some puddles again, we both knew she didn't mean the water on the floor. Luckily the name didn't stick long with our classmates, but these are some examples of how much effort Mistress put in our play

Mistress Hanna · Mar 12, 2026

About time that you let these nice people know how I came into your pet-life, Puddles

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But I wasn't exaggerating here:

Pet Ra said:
In the shower, after PE class, she started to tease me because of my fur, and soon the gentle mocking started again. But Mistress made sure things weren't going out of hand. Nevertheless, on our way home she told me how everyone noticed that “the exotic girl with the small tits but huge bush got clearly aroused”. I knew she exaggerated, but damn, this idea was hot

It was so obvious, like it was written in your face.
We all noticed how your nipples stiffen and that you started to squeeze your thighs together, after anyone of us commented your bush. Why do you think we pointed it out every time? It was just too cute to see you squirm, trying to hide your arousal

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MasterOfDisaster · Mar 13, 2026

redcamel · Mar 14, 2026

Simply delicious.

Pet Ra · Mar 19, 2026

Chapter 6 - Taming the pet

Nevertheless, during the first weeks it felt really weird to get “bullied” by my friend. Especially to come home, undress in front of her and then sit naked at the table doing our homework, or cooking with her while wearing nothing but an apron while my "friend" was fully clothed. That I had moved in here, officially living here with my boyfriend Master, while Mistress was just visiting us made it even more embarrassing for me.
I mean, this was my home now, Mistress was a guest, and still she was having more rights in here

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. Also, it really helped me to see her not as my friend but my rightful Mistress

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. I felt a bit like a sex-slave, but my Owners insisted that it's more like petting a dog for them

But of course, we were still figuring out where my kinks laid and if I like this way of life, I was still in my “consideration phase”. Sometimes I was at Mistress' mercy, mostly when Master was on a business trip again.
In public and at school the friendship between Mistress and I had not changed much, except the hidden humiliation attempts

But at home she became someone else. I wouldn't say she went on a power trip, but you could see how much she enjoys being in charge.
Since she knew about my “slave-fantasy” she decided to threat me as her slave, rather than a pet. She was ordering me to bring her something to drink, or cook for her, and in the evening I was often ordered to get on the floor so she could use me as a footstool
I wouldn't say it was perfect, but still special and also helped me to make my decision. Even I love being treated as a slave I don't wanted do become mainly a slave anymore. I mean, it was nice to be treated like one, but I craved to be a pet, with all consequences

My Owners also made sure that I got more comfortable being collard and leashed. I mean, I had to put on my collar immediately after I undressed in the vestibule for quite a while now, I became natural for me. But I had worn it only during the day and inside the penthouse, so now I had to wear it at night as well now.
It was quite uncomfortable at first, because I had the feeling that I would strangle myself. But it was also quite erotic laying in bed with Master, or sometimes being sandwiched between Master and Mistress while wearing nothing but this thin leather band around my neck. Especially during long weekends or holidays it was the only thing I wore for days

After I got used to wearing my collar for longer time Master insisted had to wear outside as well.
I was really happy that it was during 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 Masters intention do do this during winter so I could get used to the feeling and when spring arrived and I wore neck-free shirts again I was completely used to it.
During summer we started to take 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. Despise the fact that I love wearing the collar at home I was really nervous when I went outside the first time with it clearly visible, and when Master hold the leash openly it was slightly worse. But it was an important step and the bond between the collar and me grew stronger until I could no longer deny it how much I love to be collared, no matter in private or public

Also, since my ass was still in training, so I still had to get used to enemas. The first times I was really ashamed when Mistress insisted to watch me while Master filled my ass with lukewarm water, or preparing the syringes so Master could fill me quicker. But of course I had to be clean so we could play with my ass during the evening. While laying on the sofa and watching a movie together Master played with me. Often he was inserting a dildo in my butt and slowly pushing it in, then releasing the pressure, so it could slip almost back out, just to push it back in, gently fucking my ass during the whole movie. Mistress even took it up a notch and combined our homework with dildo-sitting-sessions. I have to admit, it really spiked up solving trigonometric functions while a dildo was resting in my ass and Mistress' hand wandered between my wide spread legs. When Master came home he often “complained” that the chair was stained and smelled like pussy

During sex my ass got more used as well, of course, and quite regularly. Either Master fucked me while I ate Mistress out or I was sucking of Master while Mistress used a dildo on my rear. Later she bought a strap-on so she could fuck me properly, so I got more used in getting penetrated in doggy-style. It didn't take long until Master complimented me, he didn't have to squeeze his cock into my ass any more, but could slip into it like in any nice wet pussy. Well, except mine, because it was still blocked by that stupid septate hymen.

And because I responded so well on being plugged (since I had waited like this at the door several times) I also got plugged during the day or evening. It felt so nicely degrading to stand in the vestibule, after I just undressed and put on my collar, bending over and spread my butt-cheeks, so one of my dominants could plug my ass

Later I got also plugged before going out and walking through the aisles in the supermarket with something in my ass felt funny and naughty. Often Master kept his fingers on the plug while whispering in my ear that one day this will not just be a regular plug, but one with a tail, so everyone could see that I'm a pet. I was shivering in anticipation

But the best part was when he removed the plug later, just to shove his cock in me. Afterwards he put the plug back in my freshly fucked asshole and sealed his sperm inside me for the night

Master and Mistress were really impressed how eager I was for all of this, and how much progress I made.
After less than a year they were sure that I was not just tamed / got used to be kept as a pet, but started to see myself as one. So it was time for the next step. I was ready to be guided deeper into my kinks

vulvasaur2 · Mar 23, 2026

Mmmm fuck, this is so hot, thank you for the write up

redcamel · Mar 28, 2026

How much do you drip going back with your mind while writing your story?

Pet Ra · Wednesday at 3:49 AM

vulvasaur2 said:
Mmmm fuck, this is so hot, thank you for the write up

Thank you very much, Madam

redcamel said:
How much do you drip going back with your mind while writing your story?

It's a nice trip down the memory lane and it has some arousing effect

Chapter 7 - Training the pet

So, after I got tamed so easily it was time to get trained.
To mark this new phase in my life as a future pet-girl Master gave me the “training collar” in 2017. Now I wasn't considering any more. I had made up my mind and wanted to become my Owners pet, so I was taken into training. We even had a small ceremony and during the following months I went deeper into pet-play while we also began working on being more open about my kinks.

You know, sharing and confessing my kinks and taboos was terrifying for me. It felt like not only to reveal just to my Owners but to myself as well. I was fearing rejection and judgement so much that it took a while until I could speak freely about my fantasies. Not about becoming a pet, but other things I wanted to try. Especially my humiliation-kink took ages to confess, even my Owners already knew about it all the time.
I'm so happy that I found Master and Mistress, that I can truly trust them and that they understand me. They not only accepted this side of me, but also supported and embraced me in all what I am and desire to become.

Please keep in my that my re-educational training took five years, so I'll just focus on the important trainings which were combined and intertwined. But to make it easier I split the single trainings in subchapters.

Pet Ra · Wednesday at 3:58 AM

Chapter 7.1 - Pet play:

Naturally the focus laid on the pet-aspect. After all, we had decided that I was becoming a dog

So after it became natural for me to undress and wear my collar not only at home, it was time for the next step in my dehumanisation.
From now on I had to crawl on all fours, not just in bed but for most of the time. It was kinda uncomfortable on the hardwood floor and I got some bruises on my knees. Mistress didn't get tired to point it out during PE-classes the next day, saying it looked like I'd spend the last weekend on my knees, while making “dick-sucking-movements” with her hand

But Master bought some knee-pads the next day, it was much better to crawl like this and the bruises disappeared

Also, as Master had promised me during the “plug-training”, a dog needs a tail. Otherwise I would be just a naked, collared, crawling woman wearing a butt-plug, and not the pet they want me to become. But honestly, most dog-tail-plugs look weird, more like a rubber tube sticking out of your ass than an actual tail

Since Master said, with my thick fur, I remind him of a collie we would definitely go for a fox-tail in the long run since they are more “hairy”. But for trying and getting used to this feeling this rubber thing was okay. So after undressing in the vestibule I had to bend forward and spread my butt-cheeks so Master or Mistress could push the tail in my ass after coming home. I have to admit, it added a nice humiliating touch after getting naked and putting my collar on. It kinda made me feel like an animal and also wagged funny when I shook my ass

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. But I had to ask for permission to speak now, and was it a “Master / Mistress, may I speak?” in the beginning, it became a simple “Woof?” now. This way I always keep in mind that I'm just a dog, without making it too complicated.

Also, I had to ask for permission to use the toilet.
Well, during classes I always had to ask as well, so it was not a big restriction. After a while I not just had to ask, but also wait for permission, I couldn't just go there any more when I needed to pee. It was a bit strange having this fundamental right taken away, but of course a dog has to wait until its owner is ready to take it for a walk. And much later I was literally taken on a walk to the toilet

The first times it was really weird as Master took the leash and made me crawl next to him to the bathroom. While I sat on the toilet he was holding the leash and watched me, causing me having some trouble to empty my bladder. This made me not drinking enough and often I got a light headache because I was quite dehydrated. So, when I asked permission it often got connected with the condition that I drank a big glass of water and waited several minutes.
This way I learned to inform my Owners in time, and not just when I needed to pee really bad. Also, I got used being watched while doing my business, and strangely nowadays I find it difficult to pee without being watched

Over time the toilet-restriction became even stricter.
One day Master guided me to the bathroom as usual, but as I wanted to mount the toilet he pulled me back and pointed at the shower. Since dogs don't sit on the toilet I had to relieve myself in there, like a dog. I gulped but followed his command. When I raised my leg, he gave me a light slap on the ass and grabbed between my legs. Only male dogs raise their leg and since he can't feel a cock, but a very wet hole, he assumed that I'm a bitch. So I lowered my leg and started to pee

I closed my eyes as I could feel my warm urine running down my thighs, Master chuckled and made squat instead while showing me pictures of female dogs peeing. I copy the pose and it was slightly better, yet still absolutely humiliating.
But even it was so degrading and the smell was disgusting, heck was I aroused. After Master washed me and tried to wipe me dry he joked that here was still fluid leaking out. Since that moment I was forbidden to use the toilet for peeing. Except in school, of course. Also, I got the rule to drink enough water during the day, and the smell subsided

Later my Owners took the leash and went outside to take a walk with me. First they led me into the roof garden, where I had to pee in the drain. Of course not the one at the roof terrace but in the corner much further away. When the weather was bad I had to kneel in front of my Owners in the living room and pee in a bucked, they even put some old newspapers underneath it. I don't know why, but this was way more shameful than squatting in the shower of over a drain under the sky. Maybe because it felt like I was put on display but it really helped me get used of being watched while peeing

Naturally these “toilet rules” only applied at home. At school or during a road trip I was allowed to use a regular toilet, under the strict supervision of Mistress of course. But with advancing training-level even that was taken away from me.
Now, when we are on a road trip and I ask for permission to pee, Master won't stop at a rest area or truck stop or any other place with a toilet. Instead, he drives into the nearest forest, takes the leash and guides me several meters into the bushes so I can relieve myself. I'm kinda proud that I haven't urinated into a toilet-bowl for five years now

Thankfully this rule just applies to peeing, for releasing my enemas or pooping I can use the toilet like usual.

But also “collar and leash-protocol” got more strict. I had worn my collar happily at home and quite confident in public.
Except for one place: at school

Since I was in training now, Master encouraged me to become more open about this towards my classmates as well and we had some long talks about it. I mean, some of them had seen my collar already when we met at the supermarket, so it was a reasonable request from him.
Nevertheless, Master knew this was a huge step for me and bought me s substitute collar in form of a choker so I could get used to it.

I was so nervous wearing it to school and Mistress kept an eye on everybody to monitor their reaction. But nobody really noticed or cared, not even acquaintances and my nervousness eased a bit. I think it helped that I was wearing all black at that time, so maybe they thought it was kinda a “fashion statement” from a girl in her “emo-phase”.
The only person who got upset about it was my mother. I think since she grew up in a shame-based culture she was worried what others will think of our family. My sisters couldn't see the fuzz about it, so they told her that's what some girls are wearing, and it's most likely just a phase. But my mother claimed that I looked like a dog. I winced and could feel my face getting hot, but then grinned and told her “woof”. She scolded me and told me to be more serious. She didn't know how serious it was for me

With that my resistance of wearing my collar in public not just weakened, it completely disappeared and I started to wear the real collar instead of the choker. The first time I wore my collar to school, for my teachers and classmates to see, even they didn't know, that moment made me feel something real, something that made my heart beat faster.
I realized that I wasn't just obeying any more, I had become proud to be collared and love to wear it permanently. I would even 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 sign, clearly visible for all, that I'm owned, anybody could just “claim” me.

Of course there was an exception from the “collar and leash-protocol”.
When we [Master and I] went to a business or other formal party, where I had to wear a nice evening-dress I couldn't wear a dog collar with it, of course. For these events I had to wear my choker as a substitute collar as well.
Even I was so nervous when I was wearing it for the first time, now it doesn't have the same feeling as my real collar. But for few hours its fine and for my mindset it became absolutely important that I'm never without a collar, especially in public

As time went on and my training progressed, I became denied to sit on the sofa while we were watching a movie. I had to lay on it like a dog, and to be honest I really didn't mind. Laying there my head in my Masters lab while he played with my hair while his hand slid to my nether regions or piston a dildo in my ass was fantastic. Of course, with my training progressing even more the rules according to furniture became stricter.
Later I wasn't allowed on the sofa any more, only in exceptional cases I was allowed to lay on my Masters lap. Mostly I had to sit on my pillow on the floor and often Mistress then used me as foot rest. Later the “no-sofa”-rule got expanded to “no chair” until it became “no-furniture-at all”. Now I don't even sit at the table or sleep in a real bed any more, but I'll write more about that later

It was so humiliating yet absolutely intoxicating having my human side slowly stripped away and being treated like an animal.
But is so much more. During my training I realized that I didn't want to become a pet just for some evening-fun in the bedroom and over the years my behaviour became more animalistic. When I want attention I rub my head against Masters or Mistress' hand or gently lick their fingers. I also started to press my face in their crotch, like most dogs do, and take a deep whiff

I love it and love what I have become

Pet Ra · Friday at 4:29 AM

Chapter 7.2 - Becoming more confident and less easy to be embarrassed:

I had no problem walking or crawling naked and collared at home, or addressing Master and Mistress as such, but still felt uncomfortable showing my submissive side outside the comfort of my home. Also, Mistress is very open when it comes to sexual stuff, while I got very timid every time someone talked about sex or masturbation. So, the first thing my Owners wanted was that I became more confident about this

Masters cock was still a tight fit, so I had to admit that I wanted to make it more comfortable and easier for him to fuck my ass. Not just during play-time, but any time. For that I had to buy bigger toys, so Master took this as an opportunity to make me more confident and less easy to become embarrassed. So I wasn't allowed to order my toys via internet any more, I had to go to an erotic store and order them by myself

You may think “What's the big deal to go to a shop that sells such stuff?”. Well, for me it was

I was really ashamed as the staff asked for my ID because I didn't look like I was 18. But I also was surprised how clean everything and how friendly and open-minded the staff is – I had been in supermarkets that were not even half that nice. I realized it's not what I feared, that dirty creeps linger in half lit aisles or half naked clerks that judge you for the stuff you buy. Turns out it was just a regular store dedicated to kinky stuff

I became a regular customer which also has its perks, so I get a nice discount or having a good chat with the clerks here. We quite know each other and when some new stuff comes out that seems to be interesting for me, they point it out. But sometimes I wondered what they are thinking of me because they clearly know my preferences. The anal toys I bought got bigger every time and almost fortnightly I buy new lube. Also they have definitely seen my collar and that my nipples got pierced, since they complimented them. And I'm pretty sure that they have noticed the chastity belt as well

But they never made any inappropriate comment or treated me in a bad manner. Yes, I had prejudices at first, but now I really enjoy going there.

After my visits to the erotic store went so well we decided that I had to get more comfortable to be naked in some more public places as well.
The easiest way to get used to show more skin was simply to replace my one-piece-swimsuit with a bikini. Since it is site-tied it shows not just more skin, but also more hair down there

Thankfully it's black, so the hairs aren't immediately noticeable. But if anybody notice it's absolutely clear that I don't shave there. Reasonably Master let me keep wearing the swimsuit (since it has small pants) for swimming classes in school.
But when we went to a public pool, a nearby lake or the beach I had to wear my bikini. It also showed how small my breast are. Strangely I was more embarrassed by this than that my fur was peeking out. Only once I was made aware of it, but that time my bikini bottoms had slipped

After a while we simply drove around during the late evening while my dress was pulled down. It was okay because it was summer and I still had my bra on, so if someone had noticed it would have looked like I was wearing the bikini. After a while I just sat there in my underwear, which was removed as well after midnight. Several nights we were just spending driving around with me naked on the passenger seat and now I'm absolutely comfortable sitting naked in Masters car when we go somewhere, even in brought daylight. 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

Later we were taking some walks in the evening, as well.
We drove to a forest about 30 minutes away and just walked. In the beginning the leash was put through my sleeve so it was looking Master and I were holding hands. But soon the leash was kept visible, especially during late evening walks. I still walked next to Master or behind him, head down and face red with embarrassment, but between my legs I could feel the enjoyment

Like the first days at home I was slowly made wear less and less during the late-evening or night walks. First I had to pull up my shirt, revealing my bare chest, then I was just carrying the shirt in my hands and later we left it in the car. Now I'm naked during my night walkies and often crawl behind my Owners and Master even bought knee and wrist pads with hard plastic covers, so the gravel won't hurt

After I got comfortable being naked in hidden-public Master decided that I had to cum in hidden-public as well.
One night we drove to the woods we always take our walks in. Few weeks earlier 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 middle of 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 or even doing some naughty stuff as well, maybe even on this clearing. But of course I obeyed Masters order.
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 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 now we're mostly doing some humiliating stuff there.

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. 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. But 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 and in the evening I got a disciplinary spanking

I told him that I feel embarrassed of my body and we talked about what made me so insecure. He was understanding, but made clear that it was part of my training and told me that if he catches me hiding it again he would publicly spank me. Maybe this would be less humiliating for me.
So when we went to the beach again the next morning I was still uncomfortable but tried my best. I have to admit, it would have been strange if I had been dressed while everyone else was naked and Master also 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

I realized that Masters decision was right. Even I was extremely nervous at first it really helped me to get more comfortable being naked in public and with myself in general. Was I trying to hide myself in the beginning, two weeks later I was sitting cross-legged on our blanked, my fur proudly on display and my titties out. I was finally able to make peace with my small breasts, which had been my biggest concern.
Also, it's completely legal for women to swim top-less in public pools, so my Owners made me do it as well after this holiday, and I don't have a problem with it. Of course they always check the surroundings, like if there are many children or a "specific group" of teenagers, so I'm always safe

I always had been envious about Mistress. 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” any more. 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

Don't get me wrong, I'm not completely shameless, I'm still very easy to embarrass and then I blush heavily. But I trust my Owners, they may bring me in embarrassing or humiliating situations, but won't bring me in danger

redcamel · 2026-04-07T17:43:51-0400

Delicious, as usual, Have you ever had some sauna experience?

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