From Human Being To Pet Dog

Jack had had a really happy upbringing, and was even happier now that he was living in a student hostel. He was concerned about what he would do in the future, though, as he wasn't happy making decisions or looking after himself. The one thing he loved was dogs, and went for walks in the park to be able to interact with them. He saw how happy they all were.

Jack was eighteen and in his last year at Sixth Form College. He was a bit of a loner, unable to make friends easily, and wasn't particularly looking forward to going to Uni.

A while ago, he had had a discussion with his form teacher, Miss Connor, to work out what he would want to do if he went to university. During the discussion, Jack said how he really loved dogs. Miss Connor asked whether he wanted to be a vet, because there were plenty of courses doing that. However, his reply was, "No, I don't want to be a vet, Miss. I want to be a dog."

Miss Connor was naturally very surprised, but her immediate thought was that Jack was just being silly, so she pressed him, "Yes, very funny, Jack. Now, let's make this a serious discussion because we need to get on."

In fact, Jack was very serious. He explained, "I am serious, Miss. Dogs have no responsibilities. They are owned, but the owner feeds them, houses them, grooms them, takes them for walks, and even plays with them. I wouldn't need to work at all, and so wouldn't need to go to university."

Miss Connor then took Jack rather more seriously, although he didn't want to have a serious discussion at all. Miss Connor ended the discussion with, "Give it some more thought, Jack, and then, maybe in a week or so, we'll have another discussion."

As it turned out, Jack didn't give it some more thought, nor did he go back and have another discussion with Miss Connor. The following weekend, He went to a local coffee bar, found himself sitting with a very nice lady, Jenny, who he supposed was about his mum's age, and, when she started a conversation with him, he replied nicely, and particularly liked the way she

controlled the conversation. He was even more surprised when she offered to buy him a second coffee, and, of course, he accepted.

Jack didn't know then, but found out later, that Jenny was looking for a boyfriend his age who she could totally dominate and also look after. She even kept a straight face when she asked Jack what he wanted to do when he left college, and he replied that he wanted to be a dog, and be looked after like a dog. Jenny replied, "That is perfect."

Jenny steered the conversation around to them going out that evening, and, by the end of the evening, had convinced Jack to go back to her place. She even joked by saying. "You won't need pyjamas, Jack, because dogs don't wear anything at night. In fact, they hardly ever wear anything at all, except outdoors in the winter."

Jack felt more and more comfortable being with Jenny. She ticked so many boxes for him. Her age, her dominant sounding voice, and how she made the decisions for him.

When they got back to Jenny's house, she said, "So, Jack, why don't I start treating you like a dog. Get undressed, and you can follow me around on all fours. It will be fun for both of us."

Jack was really up for doing that, and wanted to do everything he was told to do by Jenny. After all, that's what pet dogs had to do for their owners, and he was very happy looking upon Jenny as his owner.

After spending the night at Jenny's, he was more than happy not to go to college that day, but to stay with her. She even told him that she was really up for treating him like a pet dog, looking after him completely, so long as he was happy to do as she told him. He immediately agreed to that.

Instead of just staying one day, Jack stayed several days. He didn't need a change of clothes, because Jenny told him to stay naked all the time when in the house, and to only be on all fours. He definitely enjoyed being treated as a dog, playing catch, or a tug of war using a rubber ring. Likewise, he also loved how she cuddled him. He was loving being treated as a pet dog.

Once Jack said how happy he was, in order to make the transition clearer, Jenny changed Jack's name to Russell. Jack actually loved the idea of being named after exactly the breed of dog he loved the most.

Some of the changes Jenny made were equally easy. She told him that he would be eating his food and drink from dog bowls. Jack was so happy doing it, and realised that he should actually have tried that himself before he had met Jenny. Jack was also excited when Jenny told him that he could no longer sit at the table with her, but would be having his food and water in the dog bowls placed on the floor, and he would sit on the floor and eat and drink whilst Jenny ate and drank at the table. He also accepted he could no longer use any cutlery, or his hands, but had to lap up the food and drink with his tongue.

Russell didn't even mind being told that he wasn't to sit on any of the furniture, unless given specific permission to do so, but otherwise had to remain on the floor.

Russell totally accepted he had to crawl around on all fours when in the house. The only time he was allowed to walk on his two feet, was when Jenny took him out for a walk. The first time, as Jack had no fresh clothes with him, Jenny did let him wear one of her own vest tops and a pair of shorts, but without any underwear, and she insisted on clasping hold of his upper arm the whole time, leading him where she wanted to go. She told him that was like him being on a lead.

Jenny said that she would wash the one set of clothes he had on when they went out that first evening, but he wouldn't need any more than that, ever. It was like a pet dog having just one winter coat.

As Jenny saw that Russell was happy being led about by her, when they got back home, Jenny took out from a cupboard a leather dog collar and leash. She told Russell, "This makes more sense when we are out. We are bound to get some strange looks and even some comments, but you can leave me to deal with those." Russell happily agreed to that, as it showed so clearly his willingness to obey his owner.

Russell also found having to wear a dog collar very acceptable. He loved how it had the name and telephone number of his owner on the disk. He was very happy that Jenny dealt with anyone who asked questions about how come she was leading him around with a dog collar and leash. It was just as humiliating as he had thought it would be, but as he had no need to do anything himself, he was fine with it. In fact, he often got an erection because of the humiliation and control he willingly submitted to.

Russell quickly accepted that walking on his two feet was only when he was away from the house. At all other times, he would be on all fours, and would happily lie on the floor at Jenny's feet if she was sitting on the sofa.

Russell also loved being naked when in the house so that Jenny could stroke him. The fact that

he was on all fours in the house meant that he was always looking up at his mistress. Sometimes, if Jenny was on the sofa he was told by her that he could lie on the sofa as well, and cuddle up to her with his head on her lap, just as pet dogs did.

Russell loved it when the rule was set that he could not use the toilets. He wasn't given a key to the back door, and so had to beg to go out into the garden and do his stuff there. He actually liked the humiliation of that. Jenny placed a box with toilet paper at the bottom of the garden so he could clean himself, but he did his stuff on the mud and covered it each time with other mud. To help him, Jenny gave Russell knee pads and mittens to protect his hands and knees as he crawled on all fours to the other end of the garden to do his wees and poos, even in the rain and frost and snow. He loved doing it and knew that no neighbour could see him because of the angle of the garden.

The next rule was that Russell couldn't have a bath but only a shower. Jenny threatened to use a hose on him if he tried to have a bath. He agreed very quickly to that rule.

There were some rules that he was less happy about. He was less happy about having to sleep on a mattress at the bottom of Jenny's bed. He had expected to share a bed with Jenny, which had happened during those first few nights. However, after that, Jenny explained to him her aim was to look after him as a dog and not as a boyfriend. In return, he didn't have to work or take any responsibility whatsoever, and when that was explained to him, he saw the reasoning and accepted it.

One of the hardest things to convince Russell of, was that he had to stop his human speech and use dog noises, like a woof or a whine. Jenny explained dogs survived with just those few ways of conversing. She pointed out that she would only be using a very small number of words, such as sit, down, dinner, and walkies, which was again treating him like a dog, but he realised that was still what he wanted to be.

Jenny emphasised the need for no human speech by explaining, "If you are going to be a real pet dog, then you cannot talk any more. That makes so much sense. Just be like dogs who bark, growl, and whine. Therefore, from now on, including when we are out, talking will be off your agenda."

Russell quickly did see the sense of it, and the benefits to him. After all, he wasn't fussed if comments were made about him being on a leash, and expected that to happen. What he liked in particular, was that Jenny would do all the talking for him, and all he had to do was smile, and wait obediently for the conversation to end.

Because the instruction was that Russell couldn't talk, Jenny also insisted that Russell beg for treats whilst sitting on the floor looking up at her. He loved it whenever she gave him a treat, maybe a piece of carrot, which was his favourite treat.

So, once all of these things were accepted, he was very happy to wear his dog collar and leash in public, be led around by his owner, and just accept the quizzical looks and comments being made by those who saw them. He didn't have to do anything other than stay still and listen to his owner explain things to anyone who asked. He even realised that he would get on erection by being laughed at, and actually relished the humiliation.

One serious thing that Russell didn't readily accept were the punishments for disobeying his owner. Jenny made it clear that she would punish him by locking him in a dog cage, and he was clearly against that. She did labour the point, saying that he should be treated like a naughty dog, and he was finding it difficult to argue against that as he was, after all, wanting to be treated like a pet dog. He had argued that being locked up in a cage was pretty much like being grounded in his bedroom, and whilst Jenny said that she understood the difference, she kept saying that being sent to his cage was a natural punishment for a dog.

Of course, what Jenny was building up to, was offering him the alternative of the more human type of punishment, mainly being a spanking. In fact, when that alternative was offered, Russell jumped at it. He accepted that it was a human type of punishment, but it would be far quicker, even if much more painful. Nevertheless, he knew that some of his friends at college had said how they were spanked at home, and how they preferred that to being grounded, so it was a compromise he accepted.

Russell was soon to find out that Jenny wanted to spank him, as she saw that element of human-style punishment as a real turn-on for her.

That first time Russell needed to be punished, Jenny was out, he had drunk too much water, and literally couldn't wait to be let out into the garden. When Jenny got home, she saw the stain on the carpet.

Russell was embarrassed, but told himself that he must not even try to clean up the stain because no dog could do that. He just waited for Jenny to come home and, when she did, she at least let him out into the garden straight away, although did say in a very stern tone of voice. "You are such a naughty dog, Russell. Expect to be punished when you come back in."

Russell quickly finished off the wee that he needed to do, but knew it was right for him to get back indoors as soon as he could, and face up to the punishment that his owner had threatened him with. He hoped he wasn't going to be locked away in the dog cage, and, as it turned out, he was right about that. As soon as he came back into the house, Jenny ordered, "Now then, Russell, let's give you a naughty boy punishment, and as we have agreed that you will not be punished like a pet dog, you will need to be punished as though you were a human. That means going across my lap for a very hard spanking."

Russell had hoped that that was what the punishment was going to be, and made sure that he didn't make any response other than looking up at his owner. At least he could honour that part of being a pet dog.

Jenny then ordered, "Stand up, Russell."

As soon as Russell was standing, Jenny clasped hold off his upper arm, led him into the living room, and up to the dining table. She turned a chair into the room, sat down, and guided Russell across her lap.

As Russell was being guided across his owner's lap, he was concerned to see a wooden-backed hairbrush on the dining table. Why was that there, he wondered? Was it there by chance, or was that going to be used on his bottom? However, he knew not to ask, because the one person who was in total control here was his owner.

Once across his owner's lap, he knew this was what he also wanted, because that was far better than being put in a cage for a day. He happily reminded himself that it was generally accepted that humans preferred to be spanked rather than grounded, and there was no reason at all why that would be any different for dogs. Whilst it could happen to real dogs, or shouldn't, Russell saw how it could happen to him.

As expected, Russell struggled more and more as spank after spank landed on his bare bottom, because he knew it had to hurt and be extremely uncomfortable for him. It was also the way that his owner imposed her control over him, although it was a control that he willingly accepted. Even as he dissolved into crying, he knew more than ever before that this was the life that he wanted to live, as a pet dog owned by a loving and caring mistress.

Jenny also preferred this method of punishment to grounding. It was similar to those parents who got stressed when they used grounding as the punishment, because they were quite often subjected to the silent treatment and the like. Giving a spanking, with the action of her hand

spanking down on Russell's bottom saying without words all that she needed to say about why Russell was being punished, and it made her less stressed. It would also mean that she would have her pet dog with her straight after finishing the spanking rather than being locked away in a cage.

Jenny was never going to stop with just spanking Russell with her hand. A punishment had to be meaningful, and she stopped spanking with her hand, turned and picked up the hairbrush, and then proceeded to spank his bare bottom time and again with the wooden hairbrush.

Russell clearly found it more difficult to cope with being spanked with the hairbrush, as anyone would. Even so, as much as Russell hated being spanked with the hairbrush, he wanted his owner to make every decision, and if this was one of them, then so be it. It was something he would willingly suffer and struggle with in order to make her happy.

As Jenny drew to an end of giving the spanking, satisfied with the bright red colour that she had turned Russell's bottom, and the way that he was crying, she knew that this was the better punishment for both of them. She had put the hairbrush on the table on purpose, saw the concern in Russell's eyes when he saw it, and was pretty sure his bottom would be stinging really intensely now. That would be a particularly good lesson for her pet dog.

After that first time, Jenny became stricter and stricter with Russell. There were numerous occasions when he was spanked with her hand and hairbrush, and as painful as he found it, he quickly saw how it taught him to obey his owner much more quickly. Russell even got an erection whilst waiting to be spanked and again after being spanked. Whilst he was surprised at that initially, he realised that being submissive and accepting the human-type punishment was an added bonus for him.

So, being spanked was something he willingly accepted. He was just being submissive to his owner, who was the dominant human in his life.

Sexual activity was another aspect of his new life. Russell knew that he had never had a girlfriend and had had no sexual relationships. However, he loved dogs, and so he was more than happy to masturbate, rather than have sex.

As it turned out, things were even better for him as a pet dog.

A girlfriend of Jenny's had a bitch pet called Angel, which, it turned out, was also not her real human name but changed by her owner. The two owners would meet weekly and the two pet dogs played together. They would pull rubber rings, and play chase in the house. Both were naked and on all fours, and both went into the garden together to pee.

When they were worn out because of their playing together, they would then lie on the floor together, even cuddle up, and Russell would lick kiss, and suck Angel's breasts, and Angel would kiss Russell's tummy and lick and kiss his penis as he got an erection.

The bonus, for them both, was that they also did doggy-style sex as well as tongue sex and blowjobs. They even did it whilst watched by their owners, who were laughing and joking as they watched their two pet dogs have sex together.

To make sure nothing came of the sex, Angel was given the pill in her daily food.

What the four of them knew, two dog pets and two owners, was that this worked so well because neither of the pet dogs wanted any more than this sex, after which they were happily separated by their owners, as neither of the pet dogs wanted any of the responsibilities that went together with a more serious relationship.

What both pet dogs also liked, was that if they were naughty when playing, they got a spanking and the other pet dog watched. There were, of course, many times when both pet dogs got spanked, and, each time, they loved the submission and pain and the continuing unquestioned control their owners had over them.

The two pet dogs loved their lives. There was no stress or responsibilities, and they were looked after by loving and caring owners. The owners loved looking after their pet dogs and the human punishment of spanking them when they were naughty got them both aroused, and they fingered themselves and each other to huge orgasms afterwards. It was far better for them than having real dogs.

As Russell came to fully accept his new life as a dog pet, he forgot all about his previous life and just loved and obeyed his owner. Angel clearly was the same with her owner, although the two pet dogs never spoke a human word to each other. Being treated only as pet dogs, other than their painful human-style punishments, made the lives of Russell and Angel as pet dogs even better, as it was the best of both worlds.