An Emotional Support Pet

He'd been a good therapist, back on his homeworld, before the blight had taken hold and forced a mass exodus from their planet. Many of the women had flocked to the matriarchal worlds, and he had gone with them, in the hope of a better life somewhere that wouldn't exploit their environment for short-term gain.

Slavery for five years had been the price, but he met many serving slaves in the immigration centre who assured him that things really weren't so bad, and a lifetime of freedom could follow, if you wanted it. He'd been interviewed in a perfectly normal little office by a woman who asked him all sorts of personal questions and established what useful skills he might have.

His interviewer had been most interested in his psychological training, and had asked if he'd be able to use those skills in his new life as a slave. Having assured her that he most certainly would -- he'd found himself wanting nothing but to please her -- he'd been taken to a medical wing and subjected to a truth drug to tease out what kind of slave he'd be best-suited to become. He wished, afterwards, that he'd asked more questions rather than being so eager to answer theirs and obey their very reasonable instructions, but by then, there was no going back.

After minimal training, and not daring disobedience lest his new pain implants shatter his fragile calm, he was delivered on all-fours with a batch of other petmales and petgirls to the auction centre, where he was displayed wearing nothing but a collar and leash, while trying in vain to understand the words that the women were saying, which the special implants in his ears were set to block.

That was where his owner's mother had found him and bought him. She was worried for her shy, anxious eighteen-year-old daughter Lucy, and through many sleepless nights of research had come to the conclusion that an emotional support petmale might be just the thing to help her come out of her shell. Her heart had leapt in delight when she'd discovered the new slave who sat there, with his therapist training set out in the holographic text that floated near him. She'd wanted an older one too, and forty-one seemed just right -- he would be calm but with lots of life left in case she or her daughter wanted to break the puppy to permanent ownership.

In the aircar that took them back to the city apartment where mother and daughter lived, the new pet listened as the mother told him about his new life.

"She's still a virgin and she's very shy about her sexuality, so given that you won't be able to communicate like a human for another five years-" or most likely ever again, she thought "-then you're the perfect match to help her explore it in complete guarantee of privacy. You have a nice cock and balls but I'll be locking them in chastity to start her off -- I'm sure you understand that it's vital she has complete power over you.

"She'll name you, feed you, take you for walks, train and discipline you, and she'll decide if and when she wants to make use of your tongue or your arse. She only really has two good friends, but I'm sure you'll meet them soon enough. I expect you to stick close to her and help her face the adult world she's just joined. We only left the family area of the city, where there are no full-use slaves like you, a few months ago, and she hasn't taken to it like I'd hoped she would. Work out what she's afraid of, and be there with her to take it on. Understand? One bark for yes."

He barked once and found himself trembling in the rear of the aircar. Gone was control of his own life, for five potentially very long years. He'd told himself he'd be able to talk his way through whatever kind of slavery he'd be put to, but that was impossible now he was nothing more than a pet. He'd told himself he could serve any woman, but hadn't imagined she'd be half his age and would rule him so completely. His permanently mitted hands couldn't even so much as grip a doorknob or turn a key in a lock.

Stacey squealed in delight when her mother entered their small apartment with the petmale in tow. She knew enough about slaves to know that human pets would all know a display position, so after she had worked up the nerve, she ordered the boy to show himself to her. Her eyes widened when he got up on his hind legs and put his mitted hands -- his paws -- up in the air. His legs were spread apart to show off his cock in its chastity cage, and he looked up at her with a strange look in his eyes.

The unnamed petmale gazed up at his new owner. She was hot, with a geeky style that reminded him of the women who had trained him to be a therapist back on his homeworld. He knew science could fix someone's vision, but she had clearly chosen to wear big thick glasses as some kind of statement. Her light brown hair was held up in a tight bun, and she wore loose slacks and a blouse that left nothing on show.

His skin prickled when Stacey's mother handed his leash to Stacey. The mother sat down on the couch and her daughter followed suit, guiding the petmale to sit on the floor between them. He was still feeling stunned at having been bought, still reeling from the knowledge that he was now completely the property of an eighteen-year-old girl.

The mother addressed her daughter, "I've left him able to understand human speech for now, but any time you want to, you can activate the implants in his ears and all he'll be able to hear are command words and whatever you name him. He's your property so it's up to you how you train him. I thought he might be a nice, well, a nice introduction to the world of dominance. You can take things at your own pace, you know. But, oh, honey, now I'm worried I'm pushing you too fast. I can still return him if you want me to."

"No! Oh, no, mum, he's perfect. I think he's just an absolute darling, with those big soulful eyes of his. I want to keep him. But, we don't have any pet things, do we?"

"No, honey. Why don't you take him shopping and get to know him a bit?"

"On my own?"

"Not on your own -- with him. He'll be there for you to lean on if you need to."

"It's so strange out there, though. All these slaves everywhere!"

"It's normal, honey, you'll get used to it. Remember they all either want or need to be slaves, and so there's nothing wrong with them being there. They're just exercising their freedom to surrender to a higher authority -- us. Please, will you take him out and get him some things? I need to do some errands of my own."

"OK, mum. I'll take him. Come on, boy, let's go out."

Unsure how to respond, the petmale tried to say yes but could only produce a bark instead. He had a low rumbling pet voice, which didn't carry far.

Stacey busied herself round the apartment, grabbing her things and steeling herself to face the strange world she had now joined as a fully-fledged adult free-woman. Every time she felt daunted by that world, she squeezed the petmale's leash in her hand, and her resolve stiffended.

"Good boy. What shall I call you?"

The petmale had no answer. He would have preferred to keep his original name but that seemed to be out of the question.

"How about ... Soulful, for those lovely eyes you have? Yes, I like that. That's your name."

Stacey dragged Soulful out of the apartment building and down to the ground floor. In the lift, she noticed him trembling and ruffled his hair to calm him down. She led him out into the street, her eyes flicking back and forth between the handful of people walking there and the petmale she now owned. It delighted her when his trembling decreased and he came to heel, and she found that as long as his leash was in her hand, she no longer felt so strange among the other free-women and their slaves. Now, she was really one of them.

Soulful crawled on all-fours beside his owner. His legs had been altered by nanite surgery and he could not stand, as befitted a pet. Hard-wearing pads had formed on his knees, and the mitts that covered his hands protected them, so he could crawl for hours without pain. If he needed to move fast, he could push with his hind-legs and spring forward, but in the short training sessions he'd been put through, he'd found that very tiring. It was easier to crawl.

They went all round the neighbourhood together on foot, stopping in at shops that sold human-pet paraphernalia, food and clothing. Stacey bought Soulful a bright blue harness made from a high-tech leather, which snaked its way around his body and then hugged him tight. It made him feel completely controlled in his owner's embrace. She ordered him a cage for immediate delivery, and bought him some bowls to eat from, along with some chemicals that would allow her to re-shape his head hair. Once everything was ordered, Stacey rushed them home.

Two slim slaveboys delivered the cage an hour later and set it up in Stacey's bedroom, working nude and mute as befitted their status. Stacey held Soulful's leash and watched the slaveboys intently. They had caged cocks and plugged arses, and despite being twice her size, neither of them met her eye the whole time they were there. With a word or a gesture, Stacey could activate their pain implants, and she knew their nanites could sense violence and prevent it. They really were, she now realised, harmless. What was more, they seemed so eager to please her. She gave them each five out of five on their feedback tablet, then sent them on their way.

"Get in your cage, Soulful. Good boy. Cage: lock."

Soulful surprised himself by how quickly he followed his mistress's orders. He was now shut in a heavy, locked cage with no way to get out except at the command of a shy, nervous girl who had legal ownership of him. He could sense that she was at a crossroads and so he waited patiently for her to act. He watched her sit down heavily on the edge of her bed, her gaze on him intent, questioning, thoughtful. He knew a storm of thoughts must be sleeting through her head. He had to wait.

"No male has ever seen me naked, Soulful. The only people who have are doctors, nurses, my mother and my schoolfriends, and that's different, isn't it? I always wondered, what if they saw me and didn't like me? Do you think you'll like me?" Stacey said, almost in a whisper.

Soulful barked enthusiastically. Stacey was quite likely a goddess underneath her unassuming outfit, and even if she wasn't, he had a job to do as a support slave and he was damn well going to do it. He sat back on his haunches in the large steel cage and watched her, keeping his expression eager and his body language calm.

Stacey thought about what to do next. She liked her new pet and she wanted to know the same pleasures her two best friends had already had with their own slaves. She didn't feel ready, but she realised there would never be a better time than this. Soulful was completely under her control, collared, without the use of his hands, locked naked in a cage. He had no human voice with which to try and tell her what to do or what to feel. It was all up to her.

With trembling fingers she unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall to the floor. She smiled and licked her lips when she saw Soulful's cock twitching in its cage. It was a nice one, though she thought it might suit him better if it were a little shorter and much fatter. It hit her in that moment that she could just have it changed -- she did own it. That would come later though. She ran her hands over her bra, pushing her small breasts up and down, and Soulful whined and started to pant. His eyes were fixed on her, full of passion. The poor petmale's cock was bouncing all over the place as it strained against its prison.

"You like how I look?"

He barked loud and clear and pawed at the cage.

"Good."

Stacey slipped off her bra next, but she cupped her hands over her breasts and didn't let the petmale see them from the cage. "Convince me, Soulful. Beg." The caged petmale started to do his best impression of how a dog begged, but he could see on Stacey's face she wasn't quite buying it. He realised that he shouldn't imitate another kind of pet; he should just beg however it felt most natural to beg. He spread his legs and displayed his caged cock -- to show his lust. He raised his mitted hands and started to rotate them a little -- to show his powerlessness. He let his jaw drop and he started to whine -- to show how much he wanted her.

Her smile lit up the room and she let her hands fall from her bosom. Soulful barked his gleeful thanks that she had done what he'd begged her to do, and Stacey leaned forward, still sat on the edge of the bed, so he could get a better look. She reached down and slipped off her socks, and Soulful started to drool a little at the sight of her delicate feet. Finally, Stacey took off her slacks, revealing a pair of tight black shorts beneath them.

She stood up off the bed and walked closer to Soulful's cage. She put her hands on her hips and posed for him, while he showered her with whines and barks and pants to show his appreciation. Her heart pounded in her chest but she pushed through the fear. She had wanted a sex-slave just like this one, and now she had one, she needed to learn how to make use of him. Stacey lay back down on the bed.

"Cage: unlock. Soulful, get up on the bed with me, then, oh, I don't know. Then what?"

Soulful hopped up onto the bed, and decided he should take the lead for the next part. He started by licking his mistress's feet and sucking her toes, which made her gasp and wriggle, but he chased after her with his tongue and didn't let up. He pushed through the pain from his caged cock and focused on her pleasure. An image of a calendar flashed into his mind: how many days would it take for his straining dick to even be released, let alone allowed to cum?

The petmale licked all up and down Stacey's body until she lay still and let him do it. He kept on until he could smell that she was completely turned on, then he made his way up to her breasts and sucked on each one in turn while his mistress moaned and started to whimper. She was nearly ready, he could tell, but he knew she had to give the order herself.

It took ten more intense minutes of body worship before she shrugged off her shorts to reveal a bounty of curly black hair that covered her tight pussy. She reached down and leashed her pet, then she pushed him down to her crotch and held him off with an open palm: hold. He held and she delighted in his obedience. She held him a little more, a little longer, then a little longer still, then she clicked her fingers and had him start.

Soulful dived in, worshipful and eager. His enhanced petmale senses meant his head filled up with his mistress's taste and scent. The rest of the world was absent, excluded by the overwhelming presence of Her. He licked and sucked and worshipped at her altar, and she accepted his gift to her with her moans and whimpers.

It didn't take long for her to get there, that first time, but she kept Soulful pressed into her with her hands, and made him wring every last drop of orgasm he could from her clit. Only when he had given her everything she could take did she finally release her hold on him. She guided him to curl up next to her on the bed, and she stroked his back and flank as she cooled down.

"Thank you, Soulful. You're a good slave. I'd really like to make you cum too, but to take proper care of a human-pet, you have to be fully broken first -- I'm sure you understand. I'm putting you on a fifteen to one ratio to start, so that means you only have fourteen more orgasms to give me until you get yours. Get some energy back, puppy, then I think we can go for a walk. My friend lives just a few streets away, and I think she and her slavegirl would be delighted to meet you."