The Pet Pledge

Chapter 9: My New Routine

My legal ownership meant that I no longer needed to think. My mind had effectively been wiped. I mindlessly followed all orders. All I knew was sit, stay, heel, beg, fetch, roll over, pee, eat, and poop. I was much happier this way.

Due to the contract, my Masters could use more serious training tools than before. They no longer needed to worry about hurting me. They had an electric rod they would use on me now and then. It hurt, but it helped with my training.

They would train me every day regardless of school starting back up. My Masters had alternating classes which prevented disruptions in my routine. My doggy skills needed to remain sharp. Master would take me out. I would follow him closely on his right side. He would zap different parts of my body to correct my form.

He would make me sit while he threw a ball across the yard. He made me hold the position before releasing me to fetch the ball. I would hurry over to the ball and grab it with my mouth. Before I returned, Master would tell me to sit again. I had to sit there patiently with the ball in my mouth. He would then command me to heel. I would rush over to his side and sit obediently. Rubbing against his leg while he took the ball out of my mouth. This was one of many things they had me practice daily.

Other people continued to come over and use me as entertainment. I humiliated myself as best I could for them while performing tricks. There were a few men who began coming by weekly to train me. They became a normal part of my routine.

My feeding and bathroom schedules stayed the same. They bagged my poop with doggy bags and made me carry them to the trash for them with my mouth. It felt good to help them clean up after me.

Now that I was legally owned by them, they could take me out in public. They began taking me on walks through the neighborhood. The neighborhood was full of off-campus housing. Before long, everyone in the neighborhood considered me a dog too. Previous classmates of mine would come out and pet me. Their hands on my naked body excited me. I wanted them to see how well-trained I was. I wanted them to see the tail between my legs and how good I was at wagging it. I wanted to be a good bitch.

I walked through the neighborhood with a sense of pride. I had been perfectly trained. My posture was submissive and embarrassing. I held my ass high and swayed my hips back and forth while crawling past everyone. My master's would compliment my form. They called me a good bitch. They had been calling me their bitch since I signed the contract. I liked it more than being called a good boy. I was a bitch after all.

My ex-girlfriend had moved out of the house. My Masters were no longer interested in her. She had no choice but to leave. Now there was nothing between my Masters and me.

Once my other Masters went to sleep, my one Master would take me out of my crate and let me suck his dick. He kept it a secret from the other Masters. I was his special little bitch.

My Master no longer made me wear the ring in my mouth. I was finally able to wrap my lips around his dick. I would spend an hour every night learning to properly suck his cock. He made me beg and wag my tail before I was allowed to suck. He needed to know I was excited.

He taught me how to worship his balls properly. His heavy cock would rest on my face while I cleaned his balls with my mouth. He trained me to kiss the base of his cock and use my tongue on the head. I would leak relentlessly while tasting him. I would suck until he came.

Sucking his dick made me cum. It was the only way I could orgasm at this point. I would eat roughly four loads of cum every day. One with each meal, one from Master's cock, and my load from off the floor.

As always, I was locked in my crate until morning. I began to dislike being in my crate. I wanted them to play with me all the time. My daily life became too exciting. I could not wait to wake up and obey. My domestication had been completed.