Reflection: Acquiring Charlie

The strangest part of it all was that it even

happened

. And so naturally, at that.

Vel met him online via an adult forum that they both frequented. The forum mainly was people posting pictures of their "pets", seeking advice from other "pet owners", or the occasional selfie posts from someone who wanted to be such but had no owner yet. As he admitted to Vel early on, Charlie mainly went there to fantasize, stopping himself from posting much only out of a guilt he felt at the desire. Vel on the other hand went to admire the pets people shared photos of and to learn. Though, sometimes she shared photos of gear she had acquired.

It was one of those photos that Charlie commented on. She had laid out a full pet outfit on her bed. A black hood with cat ears, holes at the nose for breathing but otherwise completely covering. That sat above a full body latex outfit. At the ends, mitts that would cover the hands and feet to make the former useless and the latter to match the aesthetic. Matching cuffs next to the mitts, further suggesting restrictive movement. To the side a collar rested, a bell attached to a leash mount. And next to that a tail plug, the faux-fur of it jet black.

It garnered a decent bit of attention, with various users commenting their liking of it or wishing to be the one wearing it. Charlie's comment expressed similar interest, but thrown into it was a question that caught Vel's eye. "How long do you imagine you'd keep a pet in an outfit like that?" She responded to it relatively casually, "Probably quite a while. Apart from periodic stripping for hygiene and pulling the hood back to allow eating, I hardly see why a pet would need it taken off". He left a like on her response but left it at that.

From that point on though he'd respond to posts she made. Asking questions on any gear she showed off, offering a pet-side perspective on questions she asked about how to handle certain problems as an owner, and so on. Eventually, Charlie had gotten brave enough to send her a direct message on the site. She entertained it, and so they got to talking more properly. A few messages a day turned into longer conversations. Eventually, they shared more socials to make talking easier.

A few months passed. Vel learned Charlie lived not all that far from her. With some mutual timidity, they met up for coffee and found they were quite comfortable in person with each other. After meeting a handful more times, she invited him to spend the evening. The evening that followed was them both testing the waters and finding them

warm

, invigorating. Even for just an evening, he served as a pet well and looked lovely fitted out in gear. She had felt a pang in the morning seeing him out the door for work. She took comfort in knowing he felt that too.

The weekends became preoccupied by their play. Neither had many connections, Charlie especially, so could enjoy the time easily. A couple times Vel went out with friends she actually left Charlie set up at her place, playing out a fantasy shared of her just having him as a pet around the house even when out. More and more often he was at her place than his, to the point where the majority of the time spent was in her home.

There came a day, her casually proposing him simply sell his furnishings and end his lease to be with her. Vel recalled how her heart was beating, the question asked while stroking a hand along his back as she played with him. He had jolted, tilting his head towards her but nodding after a few seconds and nuzzling her leg. She hadn't been sure if he took it seriously or as play, but a couple weeks later he brought over a luggage container with some clothes and personal effects. He was so blushed and nervous when she had him confirm he sold his things, but Vel soothed his nerves well and rewarded him well that night and in the ones that followed.

Not too long after that, there was a week of extended play where they had agreed Charlie would just be a pet that week. Apart from responding as a pet, he wasn't allowed to speak. And Vel adored it, loved the way he crawled up to her and nuzzled when she came home. Even with the hood blinding him Charlie was good at navigating by then. Most days she played with him, stimulating and teasing and occasionally fucking him to their mutual hearts' content A couple of days they just cuddled though, his head in her lap as she pet him and relaxed

The week passed. And they both just... continued it. He didn't ask Vel to stop, didn't invoke his safeword. And she kept him like that, just like she had hinted all those months ago on the forum. Apart from when he tended hygiene matters or ate, he was in a catsuit of her choosing. She had asked Charlie occasionally if he was content, and reminded him he could invoke safeword if needed. He never did, nuzzling and purring to assure her.

And now there was today. Her pet's head in her lap, a wine glass in hand as she sipped it and stroked his head. They were on the couch together, cuddling as she watched TV and contemplated it all. It felt meant to be... whether it was or not though? Who was to say, it was moot now. She set her glass down, running a hand along his side and feeling Charlie jolt as she chuckled. Her hand moved to waist, then to groin as she listened to him mewl muffledly. He was hers now. And neither would have it any other way.