My pet play fantasy gone wrong (Exclusive)

So I can’t be the only guy into slightly stranger things, and I’m far from the first guy to beg his girlfriend to help fulfill such a weird fantasy. It was a relatively harness kink, but it seems my girlfriend went overboard.

Curious what started this? Well it was a simple kink called pet play. I’ve always wanted to pretend to be her cute and loyal dog. To be bet and loved, and treated as such, as you can guess she wasn’t into it.

So for months I begged and begged, until one day she surprisingly agreed, but under a few conditions. One, when I’m in pet play mode, I have to do everything she says. Two, she can activate petplay mode whenever she wants, and I’m not allowed to end it.

Three, she’s allowed to change or add any additional kinks or pleasures. I thought that was fair, it should be fun for her as well. So for the first week, at night she’d activate petplay and I’d be her kinky little pup.

Over the first month she got more demanding. I was put into pet mode more often, I wasn’t allowed to be on the furniture. I had to crawl at all times, which I guess is kinda obvious, but I was doing it for very long periods.

One day she came home with a big box, and when I asked her what was in it, she forced me into pet mode. I got on the ground and looked up at her. She smiled as she opened the box and pulled out a tight latex suit.

She ordered me to get into it, of course I did, as I agreed to do as she said. I slipped into it and got back onto the ground. I looked at the suit as I was on the ground, it was actually kinda kinky and added to my pet role.

It kept my fingers tight together so I couldn’t use them, it also had zippers near my dick and ass for using the bathroom. She then walked over to me and put a color around my neck. Then she locked it around the suit.

This made it so I couldn’t take the collar or the suit off. She started petting my head telling me I was such a good girl. I was confused and broke pet mode, and asked her why she was calling me a good girl.

She didn’t like that. So she walked to the box and pulled out a few more things. She pulled out some cuffs and put them on my arms, she then added chains and locked me to the leg of the kitchen table.

I continued trying to ask her what was going on, but she kept ignoring me, saying I was starting to be a bad girl. Walked back to the box and pulled out a gag that resembled some sort of dog muzzle.

I tried to protest saying this had gone too far, but she put the muzzle around my face and locked it into place. So the only thing I could do was make noises, which slowly turned into begging. She left me there, saying she’d come back once she felt I learned my place.

Hours went by and I was laying on the floor when she returned. She told me not to talk or she'd put the muzzle right back on and I wouldn't get dinner. Then she made me nod in agreement before she’d remove it.

She removed the muzzle and placed a bowl of dog food next to my head. I looked up at her, and I was about to complain, until I saw the muzzle in her hand. That’s when I realized she was serious about this.

I figured she was trying to teach me some sort of lesson by giving me exactly what I wanted. So I ate the food, trying my best to get it out of the bowl with my mouth and not gag and throw it back up.

Once I was done she put the muzzle back on and I started begging her to remove it and end this pet play. She didn’t care though, she just left the room. I ended up falling asleep under the table.

When I woke up certain things were different. I was no longer chained to the table, and my girlfriend was nowhere to be seen. So I figured I could at least stand up and stretch, even if I was still locked into this suit.

When I tried to get up I found I couldn’t unbend my knees. I had some time on the inside of the suit keeping them bent. I had something similar around my waist, keeping me from standing straight up, even on my knees.

She somehow managed to take my ability to stand away. It's actually pretty neat, but if she’s not here why am I still in the suit? I crawl around the apartment and look around for her, and I end up noticing most of my belongings are gone.

As I was in my bedroom looking around she came back and scolded me for being in the bedroom. She kicked me into the living room and told me to stay. She eventually came out holding a leash.

She linked it to the collar around my neck and pulled me towards the door. I of course resisted, there was no way she actually wanted to make me outside like this. Once again she was mad at me and pulled out her phone.

She did something and suddenly I felt a painful shock in my neck. She told me she’d do it again if I didn’t obey her. After another shock I submitted and was led outside. She walked me over to the grass and unzipped my front and back.

She told me I had two minutes to do my business, or else I’d have to hold it for the rest of the day. So here I was outside with my balls and asshole on display, still trying to convince myself she was joking.

After yet another shock, to my embarrassment. I went over and pissed in the grass, and then took a shit nearby it. After my shit, she told me to wipe my ass with the grass, and she didn’t want to see a spec left.

So I managed to get my butt low enough to wipe it. Once she was satisfied with my humiliation she zipped me back up and brought me inside. From that day, I’ve been living twenty-four-seven like this.

Everyday, cased in this suit, unable to stand or speak. Eating nothing but dog food and scraps she drops on the floor. Forced to use the bathroom outside like an animal. And nights spent sleeping on the floor.

Months after I became her fulltime pet she said it was time for me to visit the vet. I was told she had some operations scheduled for me. I was scared and tried to fight getting in the car, but quickly lost to the shock collar.

I was brought to a sketchy back alley vet, who only laughed and teased me when he saw me. I was locked to a table and my muzzle was removed. I started yelling and telling them to stop, but they didn’t care.

They placed some sort of mask on my face that made me pass out. When I woke up, my girlfriend and the vet were staring down at me. The vet informed me, I had been in some sort of medically induced coma while I recovered from my surgery.

He said I was finally healed up, even though it took months, so it was time for me to go home. I was confused, and I realized I didn’t have a muzzle on, so I tried to yell at them, but no noise came out.

I wasn’t sure why I couldn't speak, so I lifted my hand up to touch my throat, only to find my fingers had been fused together to make a makeshift paw. I started freaking out and noting all the other changes they had made.

They hate me neutered, well at least in a sense, as they turned me into a woman. I could feel how empty my crotch was now, and I could see and feel the heavy breast implants they had given me.

I knew it was unlikely, but I wasn’t wearing the latex suit, or collar, so I tried to stand, but I couldn’t change my poster at all. I was stuck on my hands and knees. I even have artificial dog ears now.

I looked up horrified, only to see my girlfriend getting closer. She told me I could now live my fantasy full time, as there was no going back. She also told me I was no longer her boyfriend, since well, I wasn’t a boy or even human anymore.

I was told from now on, I was her good little puppy, and I better be a good girl or else the devices inserted into me would be used. I had no idea what that meant but she demonstrated right away.

She hit a button and a shock shot through my head, suddenly I found thinking to be quite hard, and I started instantly acting like her puppy. It didn’t wear off until hours later. By that time she had me sitting alone in the living room.

I was now also back in the latex suit, but at least I didn’t have the muzzle. A few more months passed after that and I had gotten used to my new role, or at least I thought I had. Everything changed when she brought a guy to the apartment.

That night I had to listen to them have fun in the bedroom, almost like we used to. I missed it so much, and just hearing them having sex turns me on. I was so desperate I started humping the couch cushions.