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Submissive into puppy/pet play. I like the dehumanizing element of it.
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I am a sex pet. My collar and tags are all I wear. I no longer stand. I no longer speak. But I do communicate. When I need to go - need relief - I take my leash into my mouth. Look longingly into my owner's eyes. It's walk time.
You could choose the one on the left.
Her name is Priscilla. We picked her up at a big party school. Being your typical 19 year old wild child, she was a fairly easy snatch and train.
Priscilla never really put forth any effort toward schoolwork. Her parents had been quite strict with her while she grew up. No cellphones, no boyfriends, no partying, etc. It was the water that grew the seed of rebellion inside of her.
Sure, she performed decently in high school, achieving just a hair above average grades and the like, but it was killing her inside. Priscilla was hot and she knew it. Everyone was always asking her why she never came out and had fun. She had to reject their offers over and over again.
Then college came and she exploded. Booze, drugs, sex, parties, the works. Priscilla let loose a side of her that the world had never seen before. Her parents had practically died of shock when she showed up at Christmas break with a fresh tattoo on her forearm.
Unfortunately for her, Priscilla was also careless. She constantly threw caution to the wind, even when her friends advised against it. Eventually it got to the point where she could tell when they would disapprove of her plans, so she stopped telling them what they were. If they were going to get in the way of her having the perfect college experience, then screw them.
And that’s how she found herself on her own at another large party. It was easy to lure her away from the crowd. The promise of a little drugs out back for cheap and the next thing you know, she’s in the back of our van, bound and gagged.
We always take care to try retain a portion of our pets’ former personalities. With Priscilla, training went easier than most, or well, as easy as these things go. It’s highly unusual for any girl we capture to, how should we say, accept the changes with open arms.
Anyway, due to Priscilla’s generally dull mind and newly found party persona, we found that she had many natural qualities of a puppy already inside of her. She had an insatiable craving for attention and praise, so we used that to large degree in her training. She lusted for the adulation of being a good girl, we just changed what being a good girl meant to her.
Priscilla was barking within days, much faster than most we see. It helped that we already had proven reinforcements for her. In school she loved partying; the booze, drugs, the sex. We provided her with all three at the outset of training, rewarding her for obeying our commands. Soon though, we weaned her off of the drugs and booze and focused solely on the sex. She gobbled it up like the slobbering mutt that she was becoming, degrading herself more and more just for a taste of cock.
Likewise, we were able to knock out any human habits with a simple punishment schedule. Priscilla hasn’t attempted a word of human speak for a couple months now, and that’s near record time. She seems to have really embraced the puppy life. As long as she’s receiving what she wants, she’ll happily be the brainless bitch you’ve always wanted around the house. That includes performing tricks, taking walks, playing fetch, etc. You’d be acquiring a very loyal and happy dog if you chose to buy Priscilla.
Or you could choose the one on the right.
Lilly’s story is quite a departure from Priscilla’s. She finished college with flying colors; top of her class, involved heavily in extracurriculars, community involvement, the whole nine yards. It served her well too, she quickly landed a job and at the tender age of 24, was considered the fastest rising star in the tech industry.
Of course, that’s what made her disappearance a national news headline.
Some said she’d left the country, her rising fame becoming too much to handle. Others believed she had died in an accident. And yes, there were some who were certain she’d been abducted.
Which was exactly true, whisked away in the deep of the night, never to be a part of smartphone app development again.
Lilly’s training was a bit more rocky than Priscilla’s. Being the powerful and independent woman that she was, you can imagine she was less than excited about accepting her rightful place as a drooling fuckmutt.
We had to use a few more drastic methods to tame and train Lilly. In the beginning, sedatives were a must, as she would attempt to scratch and claw her way out of captivity. A padlocked shock collar was implemented as well, and we found the benefits of its use so great that we’ve included it with her sale.
Lilly is a feisty animal, but don’t be perturbed by that fact. It took many a long month, but eventually, we broke her.
Through a systematic and arduous training program, she has been taught to obey completely. Even though that obedience was born from a regimen of harsh punishments, Lilly has learned to come to appreciate being rewarded in a way. She will gladly allow you to use any of her holes however you please, as she now knows that her purpose as a dog is to be used and played with at her Master’s whim.
Lilly’s mind is little more than mush now due to her training. She’s seen nothing, known nothing, but kennels, collars, leashes, cocks and cum for the better part of a year, and they are all that she responds to. However, she still possesses her innate rebellious tendencies. It will require a firm yet fair hand to keep her in line as a proper pet, but she will serve and please like any other good dog would.
Choose Priscilla, a happy go lucky puppy that pines to please. She’s energetic, yet dumb, easy, and needy, so if you’re looking for a bit of a challenge, this pup’s not for you. However, if you desire a mutt that requires little to no disciplining and will readily be panting and begging at your feet, she’s certainly the animal for you.
Or choose Lilly, the hound who you’ll need to break to heel occasionally. If you’re the type of owner who craves a little resistance to earn your conquest, then this pup will be right up your alley. She’ll serve you diligently provided you have a strong hand and properly care for her. If you can manage that, you’ll find her slobbering on your cock for hours on end like the eager dog she is.
Two animals with two wildly different pasts, but that doesn’t matter much now, does it?
Now they’re just a pair of obedient cockslurping bitches in heat.
Incredible work by @Mollypops23 (as usual).


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  She had become accustomed to walking on all fours. Her back stump legs didn't give her any chance of rising straight up. Her mutilated arms only served as front legs now, as she crawled around the vicinity of Jessica's back yard. She appeared bigger to her now. Maybe it was the position she was in, her face always a few inches from the ground. Or maybe it was her complete helplessness towards this woman that made her seem so imposing. She quickly became aware of the limitations that were inflicted upon her. She could not raise her torso without putting painful strain on her clit, or raise her head without pulling her tongue and nipples. Every step she took with her "hind legs" as they were now referred to, jerked the chains on her genitals, pulling them left and right, along with her poor clitoris, which was never left to rest, since it was connected to 4 chains in total. These, along with the ever-present fullness of her tail, made Raya constantly nervous and aware of every movement she made.   Jessica had taken the time to explain to her pet how her men had staged the 26 year old woman's death. An experienced forger prepared what would appear as Raya's suicide note. Her car was never found, and so, Raya would become lost in the sea of missing people throughout time. Raya couldn't help but cry at hearing those words. No one would come look for her, especially here, since no one saw the two women ever together.  Jessica loved humiliating her little bitch. That's why she bought three small bells that she would attach on her nipple and clit rings. Just the sound of them as she crawled made Raya blush. Jessica could see her pet turn red with shame, even through her snow-white cheeks. It was weird how that small detail was so degrading. That, and the unwanted wagging of her ten-inch tail from side to side as she crawled, made Raya completely miserable. The bells would also later serve Jessica during Trixie's training. If she was to be her little dalmatian pet, she would have to let go of her human nature.  But it wasn't easy for her. She cried herself to sleep every night. chained inside her pink dog house. Jessica thought it'd be nice if she had a mirror installed there, so that Trixie could become familiar with her new appearance. Trixie couldn't bear to look at herself like that, and the sudden glances at her form would send her into a sobbing fit every time during the first week. A first week that went by mostly uneventfully, as Jessica was preparing her pet's training schedule. But Raya had gotten a very distinct taste of her new life. One example was the taste of dog food she was fed every day. Her pink plastic bowl was filled twice a day, usually with dry dog food. "Meat will be only for special occasions" as Jessica told her. Raya never liked the smell of it, never mind the taste. She remembered when she used to feed the family dog, and rush to the sink to clean her hands of the foul smelling, dry food. But now, she gobbled it up with no hesitation, after realizing that it was this or nothing at all. Her tongue already felt longer, even though she had a long way to go. Worst part was swallowing was only reserved for the essentials, meaning only her meals. That left her often thirsty and her breasts drenched with her own saliva, as it simply dripped from her tongue and open mouth down her body. After a few days, there were times where Raya would not even notice just how wet she would be from her constantly drooling mouth. When she did though, it made her feel like a real animal and she'd whine, humiliated. Another new thing was the dalmatian pet's walks. The first time Jessica clipped the magenta leash on her unsuspecting pet, she led her through the house and out into an empty road. The sight was beautiful, with tall trees and fields with flowers all around. But the road was asphalt, which was very hard on Raya's stump legs. She could follow her handler while she was walking, but when she started jogging, Raya could not keep up. "Come on, you lazy bitch, i haven't got all day!" She heard the woman, followed by a couple of encouraging zaps to her collar. She tried her best, but was panting after only 5 minutes.Sadly for her, the leash was a special order for Jessica. A tiny wire, fed through and under it, sent a signal to Jessica's phone via bluetooth, every time it became taut. That signal triggered her shock collar. That meant that Trixie would have to keep up with the woman's pace, if she didn't want to be shocked. After about an hour they returned home. Raya was drenched in sweat, even though Jessica was a light jogger. Her feet hurt, her lungs burned and she was ready to collapse. Jessica was late for a dinner party, so she chained her pet at the post next to a bowl of water and left her, to soak in her own filth. "I should get someone to clean her, every week or so..", she thought.  Her daily walks were an important part of Trixie's routine. Raya despised being walked with a leash. Jessica's sky-blue and pink tracksuit, matching the girl's pink leash and collar, made Raya look like an accessory. Jessica used her pet's walkies to jog, but it was difficult and degrading to run alongside her on all fours. Especially when Jessica stumbled upon a friend on the road, all of them equally rich and powerful to not care about Raya's fate. They would chat for a bit and then continue their way. After the first encounter , they rarely even addressed her existence. Raya had tried calling for help when they first came across another person, but after almost losing her senses from the collar's shocks, refrained from ever attempting, again.To add insult to injury, Jessica would make Trixie do her "business" in front of her bypassers. That was the only time during which the young girl was allowed to relieve her bowels. She had learned the hard way to obey her mistress' command at all costs, when after finding the "evidence" on her grass, Jessica had shoved the woman's face on them, as a reminder. Keeping her sphincter under wraps for a day would probably be fine under normal circumstances, but with that tough-to-yield tube inside her, it became an everyday ordeal for the poor girl. At first, she was mortified at being forced to poop in front of another person, but after the first few incidents, she relinquished any shame, in order to ease the pressure on her aching belly and avoid punishment. Jessica loved to watch her doggy defecate in front of her. She often made her look straight into her eyes while she was doing it, with the simple threat of the shock collar. Raya tried to hold back her tears at those times, she didn't want to give Jessica that satisfaction, too. But she soon would find out, that her pride was only harming her. CHAPTER 2: TRIXIE'S TRAINING  Raya was not a chubby girl. She was actually very beautiful and curvy, even though she had never really worked out in her life. She was lucky in that way. But Jessica wasn't satisfied with mediocrity. She would make Trixie the fittest and prettiest pet possible. Her training was programmed to do that, but not just that. It would also condition Raya into an obedient and docile pet, and transform her from this physical and psychological mess that she was now. Raya might have looked like a dog, but she wasn't one, yet. She was curled up outside, chained next to her house. At least there wasn't a mirror there, to remind her of her situation. She also liked the feel of grass on her tummy, better than the rough wood of the dog-house, which she only used when it rained or it was too cold outside. Jessica sometimes brought her one of those doggy bones, that dissolve by licking. Raya liked them, they had a bearable taste for her only treat, and it helped her pass the time, by digging her canines into it and slurping at it with her tongue, which was already an inch longer. The french door opened and out walked Jessica, dressed in another of those tracksuits that showed her toned physique. Raya kept looking at her, worried, as the tall redhead approached her. She unclipped her chain and led her to the center of the yard. "Today we begin your training. I expect you to be a good little bitch and not make me zap you, at least not a lot." said the woman, looking down at her pet. Raya started moaning and breathing heavily in fear. "Shut up!" her mistress yelled. "First of all, a good little bitch presents her curves at all times. It's what's called good posture. Now, show me how a good little bitch stands." Raya stood still, puzzled. She earned a zap for being idle, before trying to bend her waist and poke her ass upwards. She felt weird, she always loved dancing, but not those slutty twerks, they always felt like they belong only in strip clubs. The chains on her rings didn't help her efforts. "Hmm, not perky enough, actually, not even close. I knew this would come in handy", said the tall redhead, producing another silver chain from her pocket. The pet tried to extend its udders outwards more, but it was too little, too late. The chain had a length from Raya's collar to her coccyx, minus 4 or 5 inches. Raya didn't dare to object, as Jessica clipped the one end on her collar and pulled the other towards the ring, placed at the top of her tail. It's use was now obvious. Raya's body was contorted, forcing her to stick her tight ass up and simultaneously push her size D tits out, by cruelly bending her waist. It also forced her tongue further out and put even more pressure on her nipples and clit. Raya had to hold that pose, despite the pain in her entire body, or else the collar would choke her. "That's better", Jessica remarked. "It's a bit tighter than the actual proper posture, but it'll train you faster that way. Look at it as a corset. You'll be left with it for periods of time, and if i see you're slouching on your posture."   Jessica removed the chain, for the time being. She had other plans for now, but promised her pet that her "posture training" would be a daily occurrence from now on. "A good little bitch also assumes the right position for each situation." She continued. "The first position is STAY. You sit on your butt with your back legs open, and your front legs in front, straight down." Raya kept looking at the woman, a wave of defiance hitting her. Who does this woman think she is? She was a human being, she had to stand up for herself! She tried to curse at Jessica, although what was heard was a loud unintelligent sound. Jessica sighed dissapointed and took out her phone from her jacket. She kept her finger on the phone's touch screen for a while, to show her pet that she wouldn't take any objections. "The next time will be twice as much." she warned Trixie, who was now mad at failing to exert any kind of freedom. Still, the shock was really painful and she wasn't ready to suffer like that again. She lowered her head and let Jessica continue. "Where was i? oh, yes, the signal for the STAY stance is this" she said, and pointed her index finger downwards with her right hand. Trixie looked at her owner, hesitant, then slowly assumed the position described. The position forced her tail, and subsequently her plug, to bend inside her. It was very uncomfortable but Raya didn't move at all. "Spread your back legs more" Jessica instructed her pet and she obeyed quickly. "The next stance is BEG. You arch your back until your front legs and head are on the ground, and you wag your tail with excitement, ass as high as possible. During begging, it's important you always look the person in the eyes at all times. For now, you will beg whenever it is time for your meals and poops. If i don't think you're enthusiastic enough in your begging, you won't get food or be allowed to shit. Now let's see what that will look like." Raya couldn't take this degradation anymore. She launched at the woman, in an attempt to knock her down, but she could only reach her up to her legs and just managed to nudge her. Jessica couldn't help but burst into laughter at Raya's effort. "HAHAHA, that was priceless!" she laughed as she took her phone again and zapped Trixie until she almost lost consciousness. " I didn't think i would start your bell training this early, but i guess you earned it, Trixie" she said, in a more serious tone. Raya was still twitching from her latest shock. She had regretted standing up to her. It only made her look silly and earned her shocks. And now, whatever punishment Jessica had in store for her. The last stance was DISPLAY. Jessica or
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