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 · Sunday at 8:31 AM

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 contains 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.
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.

Non-Fiction My life as a pet-girl

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