Becoming a Pet

Thank you to Oldbroad76 for editing.

"Mmmm?" Jill groaned into her muzzle as the door to the basement opened and a beam of light joined the few lights that her Owner had left on. Due to her position of being tied up in the air, she wasn't able to turn her head to look.

Is it morning?

She thought. That night seemed to go on forever since the constant buzzing in both her filled asshole and pussy made it incredibly hard to ever get into a deep sleep. What's worse, there were multiple times throughout the night that Jill got close to orgasming when she would focus purely on her dirty, kinky imaginations, but her orgasm never came. What happened though was that her quivering pussy was so wet that it dripped onto the floor.

In her restraints, her body was aching where the straps went across, and being suspended like this was not comfortable.

She thought back to only a few days prior, where she would wake up alone in her university bed. She had no sex life and none on the horizon to now where she had spent nearly two days in this man's house, and he was now her owner and had given her the best orgasms of her life.

A warm hand touched her ass cheek and gently rubbed her.

"Good night, my pet?" Her Master asked in a kind voice.

"Mhmhmm." Jill groaned and shook her head, letting her dirty blonde hair flap around.

"Well," Her Master said as his hand tickled her bare back, "I guess you'll have to learn not to cum without permission. Then this won't have to happen again."

"Mhmm." Jill moaned and nodded her head.

She didn't know if it was the lack of sleep or the constant teasing in her holes, but she was delirious.

I need to be careful, in this state I could agree to anything.

Jill knew it wasn't really her choice since her Master had everything he could possibly need to ruin her, but Jill was concerned about losing herself in the process.

"We have a big day today," Her Owner continued, "some new experiences."

His hand left her back, but she could feel him hovering over her. It was infuriating being suspended and unable to move even her head. Well, infuriating and arousing.

"You're going to meet one of my friends today," He told her, "And I think you're going to like her."

And then, out of nowhere, a splash of burning pain stuck the centre the sensitive skin on Jill's bare back.

"MMMHH!" Jill yelped in shock.

The burning pain lasted a few seconds until it cooled, and then she felt something dry on her back.

"Oh this?" He continued. "This is just a little fun for me."

Another drip and more burning pain struck Jill's back.

"MMMMM!!" She yelped.

Her small yet plump body writhed in the restraints, only to be able to move an inch either side. Then another drip hit her lower back.

"MMMMM!" Jill shouted into her muzzle.

The pain of the heat only lasted a few seconds before it died down, but the hardest part was not knowing where or when it was going to strike her.

"Are you ever going to cum again without my permission?" Master asked... then another drip struck onto the top of her back this time.

"MMMMFFFF NNNNNN!" Jill grunted and shook her head wildly.

Oh fuck! It must be candle wax that he's dripping on me!

"MMMMMMFFF!" Jill grunted again as another drop hit her shoulder blade.

"My pet Jill," He whispered, "so helpless, stuck to take whatever I give her."

Another drop fell on the left of her lower back.

"Mmmmmff!" Jill shouted, this time with less volume as she knew what pain to expect.

Fuuck! I am helpless! He can do whatever he wants to me!

"My beautiful, intelligent little sex pet." He whispered, his voice so close to her ear.

Jill braced herself for another drip of hot wax, and her body tensed up, but it didn't arrive. Her mouth was practically locked shut due to the muzzle, so she was panting through her nostrils, loud blows of wind going in and out.

The heat from the wax and her nerves had her body heating up, and she could feel sweat forming on her brow.

"You belong to me," He whispered in her ear again. "You're my property, never again having to think for yourself, never having to worry because you know that your owner will look after you."

Jill was nearly hyperventilating through her nostrils in a state of panic.

Her Master's hand returned to her body, and he was taking hold of the toy still vibrating inside of her soppy pussy. He turned that and the butt plug off. Then, with a quick tug he pulled out the dildo in her pussy and let the toy drop to the ground, but then his fingers touched her swollen, throbbing, soaked clit.

"MMMMMM!!" Jill moaned as her entire body shook with pleasure that she had been desperate to feel for hours.

"You better not think you're going to cum." He warned.

Oh god... oh fuck...

In seconds Jill knew that her orgasm was already on the brink when another drop of burning heat hit her back.

"MMMMMMM!!!" Jill screamed in both pain and pleasure.

Oh no, oh no, oh no, I'm gonna cum! Oh fuck, please don't! I'm not allowed! Don't cum!

Jill told herself over and over to not cum, but her orgasm was building. All night she had been on the edge, and it was going to explode out of her very, very soon.

Then another drip hit the top of her back, then another, then another, and then another. One after another, hot balls of fire hit her bare skin as her Master steadily rubbed her clit and her pussy lips at the same time.

"MMMM! MMMMM!! MMMM!" Jill screamed into the muzzle and shook her entire body.

"You better not cum," He warned, although his voice sounded like he was laughing, not that Jill could focus on that. "You will only get more punishment."

Please don't cum... Oh fuck, please don't cum!!!

A few drops of sweat fell from Jill's head, and they hit the ground at the exact same time as the largest drop of melted wax struck the centre of Jill's back, which forced an earth shattering, mind breaking orgasm from the eighteen year old.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs into the muzzle as the burning pain enhanced her orgasm to the point that her suspended body shook like a wild fucking animal.

"You naughty whore!" Her Master scolded her, but he kept rubbing her sloppy pussy throughout.

Three more drops of wax hit her body simultaneously as her orgasm wrecked through her body.

"MMMMMMMM FFFMMMFFFF!!" She kept screaming and shaking, unable to control herself.

As her quivering pussy stopped shaking, her Master easily pushed three fingers deep inside of her desperate hole and found her G-Spot instantly.

"MMMMMMMMFFFF!" Jill kept moaning as he went to finger fucking her.

His fingers plunged in and out of her dripping hole over and over as he forced an extra long orgasm from her small body. All Jill could do was enjoy the pleasure and not think about what her punishment would be.

As her tight hole gripped around her Master's fingers, her orgasm died down. She was still breathing heavily through her nose, but her body had stopped shaking, and she could just feel the dry wax all over her back.

"Well," He spoke with a firm and direct voice.

Oh no,

Jill thought,

why did I have to cum! Why couldn't I just hold it!

After her orgasm, her already tired state deteriorated even more to the point that Jill could barely think for herself.

"Seems you've accumulated another punishment." He told her.

Jill simply groaned as she felt the straps that had held onto her body for hours begin to loosen. As they came apart, her Master was able to hold onto Jill's plump body and hold her up, not allowing her to drop to the ground.

In fact, once all the straps were done, her Master lifted Jill into his arms and stood upright, holding her like a baby. Through tired eyes, Jill looked at her Owner's face and his beautiful eyes as he smiled at her.

He began to walk, and as he did, Jill rested her face into his chest, nuzzling into him, except for the muzzle that was still attached.

As Jill saw daylight coming from the open windows on the first floor of his large house, she blinked.

Ever so softly her Master placed Jill down onto the large and comfortable sofa, and she stretched her body which had been stuck in one position for so long. Her Master quickly scrapped off the dry wax from Jill's back and threw it away before returning to her. Then he took off her muzzle.

"I have plans for you today," He told her softly. "Which might not allow time for your punishment, which brings me onto a new ruling for you."

"Mmm." Jill weakly grumbled back. Her eyes felt heavier than ever, but she managed to just about keep them open to look at him.

"You have a metaphorical wallet," He explained, "which will hold your punishments and rewards. As of right now you have one punishment accumulated. Should you do something to earn a reward, then that will go back to zero, and it's the same the other way around."

Jill took longer than normal to process what he was telling her.

"What... what does a reward mean, Master?" She grumbled.

"Most of the time," He said with a smile, "it will mean an orgasm that you can have at any time of your choosing, however it could be anything else that you may wish for."

Jill took that in and understood.

"I have a pretty good memory," He explained, "however I will occasionally ask you what is in your wallet, and if you do not know or give an incorrect answer, then that will add a punishment."

"Yes, Master." Jill whispered, fighting hard to keep her eyes open.

"However," He said with glee in his voice, which made Jill smile, "I do have a surprise for you."

Please be a good one,

Jill managed to think, her brain slowly working.

She watched with squinting eyes as her Master walked out of the living room, only to return with a large box in his hands. Slowly, Jill's eyes came into focus, and she realised what it was. The tiredness lifted slightly, and she sat up. Her large chest bounced as she did, but being naked around him didn't seem to worry Jill at all anymore.

"You got me a paint set?" Jill asked, her voice a little husky.

In her Master's hand was a large box that held an easel (a tripod for painting), a large blank canvas, and nearly every colour paint that Jill could imagine. Her heart beat faster in her chest as warmth filled her body.

"How... how..." She stuttered.

"I have access to all of your social media accounts, your search history, your pictures," He told her. "I saw that you had a very big liking to painting."

And he bought me this?

Jill thought as she looked at the gift in his hands,

I've always loved painting, but this, this must have cost a fortune. Something I could never afford.

On shaky legs Jill rose to her feet, and her Master stood inches in front of her with the box in his hands.

"Thank you, Master." Jill whispered.

She stepped forward so that her stomach hit the box, and then going up onto her tip toes, she leaned forward and pressed her thick, soft lips against his. Fireworks exploded inside Jill's body as they kissed. It felt... perfect.

For five, maybe six seconds their lips stayed locked together until Jill pulled back and stared into his eyes.

"I'm sorry Master," Jill whispered, "I should have asked for permission."

Her Master chuckled.,

"You should have," He whispered, "But I'll let this one go."

He gently put the box onto the ground, and before Jill knew it, his strong arms were wrapped around her waist. He took a moment to stare into her eyes before leaning forward and kissing Jill again.

This wasn't an aggressive, heated kiss. This was a loving and tender encounter. Jill melted in his arms and put her hands onto his shoulders.

Jill opened her mouth and accepted his tongue inside, which then rolled against her soft, wet tongue.

"Mmm." Jill moaned quietly as they lovingly made out.

Their lips met, broke, then met again over and over as their tongues explored each other in the most sensual way that Jill could imagine.

In that moment Jill didn't feel like his submissive. They were partners. The entire world disappeared as Jill kissed him.

When they eventually separated, Jill felt a lingering of his lips on hers.

"Now," He whispered, "onto the rest of the day."

Jill stepped back, new life in her naked body as she smiled at her owner.

"I unfortunately have to go to work," He told her. "One of my clients needs my assistance, but as I said, my friend will be here with you today."

Yes, a woman... I wonder if that means I'll have sex with a woman for the first time.

"As I am out," He continued, "I have an outfit that you are to wear and not take off. Understand?"

Jill simply nodded, not knowing if she was allowed to speak.

"Good, on your knees." He ordered.

Jill did as she was told, and her Owner then reached across to grab a leash on the table by the side of the sofa. He quickly clipped it onto Jill's collar.

"Follow." He ordered.

Hearing her Owner instruct her like a dog made Jill's already wet pussy gush once more.

With her big tits and ass bouncing, Jill crawled after her Master while on the leash through his amazing house. He took her to the second floor which she was yet to see. It was even more beautiful than the first floor. Everything was either white or grey and in perfect condition.

She was led into one room that was wallpapered with grey paper, and what looked to be a very large dog bed sat in the middle of the room, as well as a silver dog bowl. There was also a large wardrobe and drawers around the room.

"Once you are fully trained, this will be your room," He told her, which made Jill's heart skip a beat, but then she looked into the corner and her heart nearly stopped. "Oh, you saw that?"

He bought one.

It was Jill's biggest fantasy. On the ground and perfectly laid out was a black, leather bitch suit. Jill's body tingled with excitement at the thought of wearing it. For so long she had dreamed of wearing one, and here it was, right in front of her.

"Again, that is only for when you are fully trained," He told her and crushed Jill's dreams of wearing it right now. "This is for you today. Stay."

Master released her leash and walked to the wardrobe. Jill stayed perfectly still on her knees as she watched him. He turned around with a few flimsy bits of material in his hands.

As he walked over, Jill saw that they were bright pink.

"Put them on." He ordered and handed them over.

The thong was the easiest to put on. Her ass cheeks swallowed the thin material. Then she had a bra, if you could call it that. Really, it was thin pink straps that went around her large chest without actually covering any of her breasts. She may as well have been completely naked.

Then there was a strap that went over both thighs, again, thin pink material. Finally, there was a strap that went over the top of her chest, above her tits. The sides and the back were thin pink material, and in the centre in capital letters it said "SLUT".

Once done Jill returned to her knees and Master grabbed her leash.

"Follow." He ordered.

Jill crawled after him and back downstairs and into the living room.

"Sit on the sofa." He told her.

Jill did it, but as she sat down she remembered the plug invading her asshole. It had been in so long that she had forgotten about it.

I felt so stretched when he first put it in.

Master unlocked the leash and put it away into a drawer before standing in front of his pet.

"I'm going now," He told her, "but your instructions are easy. You are to remain here, seated like this until my friend arrives. I have cameras, so I

will

see if you move. I don't care if you need the toilet, I don't care if someone tries to break it, you

will

remain still. Got it?"

Jill nodded her head, and with that her Master left.

As soon as she was alone, Jill looked around trying to find the cameras that he spoke of, but she couldn't see any. They were definitely well hidden.

Fifteen minutes went by painfully slowly. Jill was fidgeting in the seat as her bum went numb, only to feel the plug move around inside of her.

When it got to half an hour Jill, was agonisingly bored until she heard the front door unlock.

This is it,

she thought,

I wonder what she looks like.

The front door opened, but Jill was confused when she saw an older, wrinkled woman walk inside wearing baggy pants and a hoody. She had long black hair with a few greys sneaking through.

The older woman didn't see Jill, and Jill knew she shouldn't speak until told to do so, so she remained still.

But then Jill's eyes widened, and her heart stopped when she watched the older woman pull a long handled duster from her back and begin to dust the corners of the ceiling.

Oh my god! That's not his friend!

She realised,

that's his cleaner!

Jill became painfully aware of her near naked state, as well as the "SLUT" across her chest. She knew that soon someone, and not in a sexual way, was going to see her like this.

She wanted to be sick; she wanted to run and hide, but something stopped her.

I'm not allowed to move... is this a test?

The older woman's head turned, and she spotted Jill for the first time.

Jill felt like she was going to explode with embarrassment. Her cheeks burnt red, and her stomach was doing flips inside of her.

Her on show nipples firmed up, practically pointing at the cleaner.

What must she be thinking?! Some young woman, half naked with "SLUT" across her chest! She must think that I am a slut! That I'm just some weird whore!

The cleaner kept looking at Jill with a quizzical face. Jill thought she was going to die of humiliation.

Then the cleaner smiled and continued with her work. Jill's eyes stuck to her every movement, not quite believing that someone had seen her like this. It was as if time had slowed down, and every long second was humiliating hell.

It got worse as the cleaner approached the living room and began to clean in there. Jill watched her wiping surfaces, dusting, slowly moving closer to Jill, who had, to her credit, not moved.

But then the cleaner got to the sofa. She stood in front of Jill with a stern look on her face.

"I need to clean the sofa." She said politely.

Oh god why does she have to talk to me?!

Jill's cheeks burnt red, and her hands were visibly shaking as the older woman stared at her.

"I..." Jill gulped although her mouth felt like a desert, "I can't move."

The cleaners polite smile turned to a look of disgust. Her eyes roamed around Jill's near naked body, particularly landing on the "SLUT" across her chest.

I think I'm going to die of embarrassment.

"Young lady," The cleaner spoke firmer, "I need to clean the sofa now. Move."

What do I do!?

Jill panicked as a drop of sweat ran down from her forehead.

"I... I can't." Jill stuttered again, not sure what else to say.

This made the cleaner fold her arms and tap one of her feet angrily.

"I cannot finish without cleaning the sofa," She barked out, "now move."

Jill's own toe began to tap out of pure nerves. Her hands gripped onto the sofa cushion that she sat upon as she brought her eyes to the ground.

"I can't." She whispered again.

"I have places to be," The cleaner scolded. "Now move yourself!"

"I can't!" Jill shouted back at her this time and looked up. She was in a state of panic, unsure as what to do.

Master told me not to move! I can't move!

As Jill's feet tapped nervously she felt her breasts giggle, only adding to her humiliation.

"Fine!" The cleaner argued back, "I'll clean around you and

you

can explain why it wasn't finished! He won't be happy with you!"