The Pet Pledge

Chapter 6: Familiar Face

It had now been a month since my training began. The combination of drugs in my food, cum, and my daily training helped me accept my position. I began enjoying parts of it. It was nice not having to worry about things like cleaning, working, and taking care of myself. I was content with my situation for the time being. That was until a familiar face came to the door. I crawled over like normal, barking curiously until one of my Masters opened the door.

Once Master opened the door, I looked up to find my girlfriend smiling at my Master. I came to immediately. All of a sudden I was ashamed to be a dog. I crawled away with my tail between my legs. I hoped she didn't recognize me.

Master didn't like that. He ordered me to heel. I shamefully crawled back and kneeled beside him. I sat on my heels, lifted my paws, and looked up at him to demonstrate my obedience. Now my girlfriend looked upon me and the little bitch I had become.

My girlfriend laughed at me and called me a good little doggy. Seeing her and hearing her voice turned me on. My little penis stuck up. Now they were both laughing at me. I was so riled up that my mind went blank. The humiliation of my girlfriend seeing me like this escaped me. Once Master was satisfied, he sent me back to my cage.

My dangling penis was rock hard as I crawled to my cage. I began to masturbate as soon as I got in my cage. I had not touched myself in weeks. The only pleasure I received was from my tail. I could not hold back any longer. Master saw me masturbating out of the corner of his eye and rushed over. I froze as I remembered the rules. He grabbed me and dragged me to the couch by my collar.

My girlfriend sat down on the chair next to the couch. Master pulled me over his knee and began to spank me. He called me a bad boy while he wailed on me in front of my girlfriend.

My girlfriend continued to laugh at me. She called me pathetic. My brain went blank. I reverted to being a dog. I whimpered until my spanking ended. Master put me down and told me to sit. I sat with my back arched and paws up. I looked up at him submissively with fear in my eyes.

He headed to the closet and returned with a new device. I had never seen this before. My Master told me dogs do not masturbate. He grabbed my penis and stuffed it into a metal object with a lock on it. He locked the device with a key and put the key in his pocket. Throughout this punishment, my girlfriend watched excitedly. I couldn't understand why she enjoyed seeing me like this.

I was put back in my cage. Soon after, I heard moans from upstairs. After listening for a while, I realized Master was fucking my girlfriend. I had never had the chance to experience her. She always told me she was waiting until marriage. It became clear she had been lying to me.

The moans began to excite me. My sexual deprivation over this last month had really taken its toll on me. This should have made me upset, but my tingling penis said otherwise. I became helplessly horny but could do nothing about it. My penis would not work unless Master unlocked the device.

With my cock now being in his control, I began to think about his. It must be huge if my girlfriend's screams are an indicator. My mind became fixated on his cock. The tingling became more intense. Out of desperation, I started rubbing my tail against the bottom of my crate. The tugging on my hole felt good. My uncontrollable thoughts of Masters cock pushed me over the edge. That was my first orgasm as a dog. I came on the floor of my kennel. Out of fear, that Master would find out, I lapped it up before he came back downstairs.

I felt before that things could not get worse. At this point, my humanity was reduced to a shred above zero. The only woman I ever loved had been stolen and fucked by another man. Meanwhile, I pleasured myself to the idea of the same man who had been keeping me locked completely naked in his basement.

I heard footsteps heading towards the stairs. Master had my bowl in his hand. He set it down in front of my cage and let me out. I gazed in the bowl to find the result of him fucking my girlfriend. He told me to clean the bowl. I lapped it up without hesitation. Eating cum was easy for me at this point. My girlfriend laughed as she watched.

Master told me she would be staying with them. He told me she was no longer my girlfriend because I was a dog. Dogs can't date humans. I whimpered in defeat.

It had taken me a while, but I was able to find what little remained of my human self. The reintroduction of my girlfriend awakened me. She had moved in with my masters and been sleeping with them. I remained in my cage for the most part with my penis locked up while they had sex. The amount of time I had been spending with my Masters sparked curiosity in me. I thought less of my girlfriend as time went on and more about my Masters' penises. The thought of them made my little penis sting.

Finding myself horny for my Masters ate at me. I couldn't let these intrusive thoughts continue to develop. I hadn't minded being their bitch until now, but I couldn't let it go on any longer. I had to get out while I had the chance.

One day, my Master asked my girlfriend to take me to the bathroom. I felt this was my chance to break loose from my chains. She unlocked my crate and took me outside. She made sure I crawled with proper form, waving my hips and tail back and forth while arching my back submissively.

I decided to take a chance and talk. I haven't spoken in weeks, but this might be my chance to reclaim my life.

"Sara, what are you doing here?"

She looked at me with disgust. She told me I was not supposed to speak. She reminded me that I was a dog.

My instincts told me to bark and roll over. Beg for forgiveness like a good puppy. I instead decided to go with my heart.

"Sara, I need to get out of here. The guys have made me their naked plaything. All I do is serve them and their friends. If I don't get out now, I fear I never will. Will you help me?"

This time she slapped me across the face. She told me that she was going to go get my master if I didn't obey her. She told me to roll over and bark.

The idea of master finding out shook me to my core. The pet within me rose to the surface. I rolled over and whimpered.

"Arf!" "Arf!"

My tiny caged penis was fully exposed and dangled before her. She told me my cute little wee wee was smaller than she remembered. She explained that my penis no longer belonged to me. Master was in full control of my penis as its owner.

She finished explaining and told me to pee. I had reverted to my dog-like nature out of fear of further punishment. I lifted my leg and peed quickly for her. She patted my head and called me a good bitch.

On the way back to my cage she explained that my actions spoke louder than my words. She mentioned that my obedience to my Masters was very telling. I was always meant to be a dog. She went on further explaining that if I went back to normal life I would have nothing and no one. Her words broke me. She was right. The only people that care about me are now under one roof. A roof in which I am only allowed to exist as a dog.