Jennifer, wife and pet
Part 4
(Fetish, Petplay, Puppyplay, consensual, reluctant)
By ChangeYourPassword
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.
Read Parts 1, 2 & 3, first.
Jill returns and becomes a kitty.
Jenny happily spent much of the next week on her two feet, able to walk and talk like a human. Only occasionally did Mark order her into 'all fours' mode. And often that was a lead-in to sex, doggy style, that they both enjoyed.
They both also missed Jill. Her presence, their fun and entertaining talks and her casual advice were all good, and very much missed.
Jenny suspected that the reduction in her time on all fours, was attributable to Jill's advice to her brother, and although she didn't mind living on all fours, she appreciated the time on two feet.
Other than that, they returned to their normal routines, Mark spending much of his time in his office or lab, and Jenny spending those times lying about like a contented puppy.
They did keep up with their walks, occasional practice sessions, just to keep her training up, and play sessions with her fetching a thrown ball or rubber bone. The bone was a new wrinkle that Jenny had mixed feelings about. The thing tasted worse than the dirty tennis ball. For some reason, carrying it around in her mouth really seemed dog-like and more degrading than anything else she had done as a puppy-girl.
They also had another argument about photos, when Mark took out his phone and snapped a couple of shots with her returning with the colorful bone in her mouth.
When Jenny got back to him, she growled loudly, showing her displeasure. Mark got the message but, later, over dinner with Jenny back in 'two feet' mode and able to talk, she brought the topic.
"Mark, I really don't like you taking my picture."
"But lover, like any husband, I want photos of my wife to admire and remember you by."
"I'm not just your wife, remember. And I've already told you how I worry about pictures of me as a puppy getting out and onto the Internet for the world to see."
"And I've explained that I won't let that happen. My devices are all well protected and secure, so they can't be hacked. Unless you're afraid that I will post them on the Internet, or share them around. You have to trust, that I would never do that to you."
"Honey, I trust you completely. Look at me," she said waving her paws around her fur covered body, "I trust you with my life. I trusted you when you turned me into your puppy. I just don't think I could stand the humiliation if other people saw me like this."
"But Jenny, you're so beautiful and sexy like this."
"To you, and even, perhaps to me, but others could see me as an insane, slut in an insanely erotic costume. And if they found out that I was in it full time, they'd really think I was a freak!" By the time she was finished she was yelling at him.
She paused, trying to calm herself, "so please, for my sanity, don't take any more photos. Please."
Mark finally understood that this was a big deal for her, "Okay, honey, I won't. I promise."
"Thanks, now let's clean up so I can relax a bit," she said, sighing.
"Then can we have sex?"
She looked at him for a minute. He was certainly one horny guy. And a lot of that was probably attributable to her puppy suit, and persona. And that's why she put up with it. He loved it and they both loved the passion and the sex that the outfit created.
Of course, they had sex, that day, and every day. If Mark wasn't hibernating in his lab, he was spending his time with Jenny. And when he was with her, he seemed to be thinking about sex, all of the time. And she loved those times.
The next couple of weeks passed with Mark happy and content, and Jenny bored and only barely tolerant of her puppy life.
She spent a lot of her time with relatively normal pastimes. Whiling away the hours reading, watching TV or surfing the internet. When Mark was unavailable, she was lonely and bored. When they were together, she enjoyed his affectionate attention.
The highlight of her days remained her time spent with Mark, making love.
As the end of her third month in the suit approached, Jenny started looking forward to her next out-of-suit cleaning session, and the short bit of liberty it provided. Perhaps, she hoped, this time Mark would allow her to be out of the suit for an entire day. She'd already demonstrated that she could be trusted to allow him to redress her in her suit, after the cleaning. For the next month of puppy life.
Removing her suit, when the date arrived, was, as always, an ordeal. Her hands were so very stiff, and cramped from being secured in her paws for so long that she cried from the pain while trying to work some flexibility into her fingers and thumbs.
Her feet were also sore and she had difficulty standing flat footed. She finally gave up and slipped on a pair of high-heeled shoes. Her arches seemed to appreciate it and stopped giving her so much trouble.
And of course, the feelings of emptiness emanating from her pussy and ass bothered her. Apparently, those two important parts of her, now preferred to be filled all of the time. Jenny worried that those feelings might become permanent, even when she stopped wearing the suit.
Thankfully, once again her skin seemed to be just fine. Still very pale from the lack of exposure to sunlight.
With the outfit finally removed, she quickly slid into a hot bath to wash and soak. It felt wonderful and the water also helped her hands and feet relax.
When she finally did crawl out of her bath, feeling like a new woman, figuratively and literally, Mark asked, "do you want to go out, like last time? Socialize? Enjoy some freedom?"
She paused for a moment, "no, let's just relax, here. I'd like to cuddle and make love and feel your skin against mine. My bare skin, for a change."
"If you're sure, that works for me," Mark said smiling. "Let me finish up testing and washing the suit. I'll be back as soon as I can, while it's drying." And he took off, hurriedly.
Jenny took advantage of his absence, to actually use the toilet, as a human. It was a surprising and entertaining luxury.
Who would ever figure that taking a pee and a shit, naked could be considered such an enjoyable event?
Afterwards, she climbed into the bed and relished the feeling of the soft sheets on her bare skin. She was dozing, contentedly, when Mark came back in. He quickly stripped off his clothes and joined her.
They held each other, made love, he massaged her all over, and he then kissed her all over, applying his mouth and tongue on her breasts and pussy. She had several wonderful orgasms. And thoroughly enjoyed herself.
Afterwards they ate lunch, still naked, and then crawled back into bed for a nap.
Lying there, dozing it occurred to Jennifer, that the sex had been great, but perhaps not as good as the usual sessions when she was a puppy-girl. As she thought about it, she wasn't sure if it was because Mark wasn't quite as passionate, or if her body and libido were becoming so used to puppy sex, that normal screwing was now passé.
Had she reached some point where her body and soul preferred the puppy life? That thought both frightened her and intrigued her. She fell asleep still unsure what it all meant.
When Mark woke up, Jennifer was still peacefully asleep, naked under the sheets.
He carefully slid out of the bed and ducked into the bathroom for a shower.
Afterwards, he threw on some clothes and went quietly out to the guest cottage to grab the, now dry, suit.
He returned, holding it in a bundle in his arms.
Jennifer was laying, contentedly naked, in bed listening to soft music, and reading a copy of Cosmo when Mark walked in.
