Purple Puppy She wasn't really sure why she responded to the..

Purple Puppy
She wasn't really sure why she responded to the listing in the first place. It wasn't something she'd ever done before- responding to a personals ad. But then again, pet play wasn't something she'd ever done before either.

She had tried (and failed) to ask for pet-style role play a few times before with longer term boyfriends, but they always thought it was too weird of a kink to indulge. Regardless, her desires persisted. And when she saw the listing, her heart skipped a beat-- "Master seeking long term pet for training and companionship. No experience preferred."

It was strange for her to read something so simple, yet feel like someone was able to look deep into her soul, her inner self, and make her feel like she was seen. There was someone out there that wanted to play with a part of her that she wanted so desperately to share.

She reached out to the poster of the ad and explained her case. After a brief back and forth, he gave her simple instructions on where to be and when. Her first instructions. The kind of instructions that even a pet could follow.

Upon arriving at the address she was to knock three times, count to 10 in her head, enter and then walk back to the last room on the right of the hall. There she would find a simple box containing her change of attire. These new adornments would be what transformed her from a curious, horny girl into a naive, helpless puppy.

She slid out of her clothes and began to put on the harness straps, sizing them to fit her petite frame. She paused to look at the collar before she fastened it to her neck. 'Princess' read the heart shaped lock that hung from her collar's round ring. This gave her a moment of comfort during uncertain times. Princesses were at least taken care of. Even if she was to be someone's pet, she would be adored and doted on.

The last piece of attire was the hood. She had dreamed about putting one on. She even shopped online for one and added it to her cart more times than she would like to admit. But she never had the confidence to click "BUY." Perhaps that's why she was destined to become a pet. She needed someone else to do it for her. She needed someone else to strip away who she was and train her in to who she felt she needed to be. A pet. A pet to be adored and doted on. A pet to be played with. But most importantly, a pet to be trained.

However, this hood was different than she was expecting. It had a short penis gag right at the mouthpiece. Not long enough to cause her inconvenience, but certainly capable of keeping her from making any human communication. Her head spun for a moment as her gut felt shame but her pussy felt arousal. This was meant for her. This was picked out by her master to help train her to be the best pet she could be.

Her mouth salivated as she opened it and began to slide the hood over her long hair. She lined up the gag, slid it into her mouth and then finished pulling it over the back of her head. It was snug, but the leather was finely made and she felt a sense of comfort wash over her. She was fully dressed. The last step was to return to the entry way, enter the living room, and get on her hands and knees.

As she walked back down the hall, she was again struck with mixed emotions. When she entered into the living room she paused, only for a moment. What happens once she submits to this? How does she go back to everyday life? Who will she be if she finds out that being a pet is her true calling? The questions repeated in her mind as her body continued on autopilot towards her fate. Before she was able to pin down any answers to the questions she realized that she was already in her place, down on all fours.

She did it. She had completed all of the instructions. Her chest warmed with pride. For the first time, she truly felt like she was a good girl. All she needed to do now was wait for her Master to greet her. The previous questions fell away and a calmness drew over her. She didn't need to worry anymore. She was just a pet, ready to be trained.

Time passed, but she couldn't really recall if it was fast or slow. In her new attire, she felt less like a person, and more like a pet with every passing moment. She had let her mind idle, innately knowing that she has no greater purpose until her Master is present to offer her attention to.

She startled for a moment when she heard a door open and close. Should she hurry to greet her new Master? No, those weren't her instructions. If she was to be a pet, she would be a good one. She remained rooted in place.

She heard footsteps get closer and closer, until she was face to face with a pair of legs. Yet, they were not the legs she was expecting. She saw 3" heels, slender ankles, tight calves and a dress. As she raised her head to get a better look, she was met with the firm commands that she was expecting from a different Master. "Don't you dare raise your head to me. We are not peers. And don't you dare think of running away now. My husband will be home shortly and he would be livid to discover that his new pet already can't follow simple directions. You must be brave or foolish to have come this far. I suppose we'll find out which you really are soon enough."

The woman stormed off and Reese was left crestfallen. She was not to be the only focus of his attention. How could she have let her fantasies get ahead of reality. She had no idea what she was actually agreeing to. She only knew that she wanted to be a pet so badly, that she jumped at the nearest opportunity. But that was the root of it. She wanted to be a pet. And she has come this far. She couldn't turn back now. She had to find out if it really was all that she hoped it would be.

Suddenly, another door opened and closed, and this time, more firm footsteps approached. This time, it was as she had hoped all along. Her Master was there to greet her. She instinctively twitched, but maintained her composure. He appraised her briefly, but she already knew from the last exchange not to raise her head.

He smiled a devilish grin to himself as he drank in her perfectly adorned body. A jingle rang from his coat pocket as he pulled out a chain lead and hooked it to her collar. "Come girl," he said curtly, and led her out of the room.