The Pet Pledge

Chapter 5

My New Pet Life

As the days went on, I lost more and more of my humanity. Each day felt like an entire week's worth of time. I lost track of the days and gave up on keeping track of them. All I could focus on was being their submissive little dog.

I spent every day waking up in my kennel. My Master would let me out and pet me. I would wag my tail and bark for him. I no longer considered them as "the guys." They were my Masters now and I viewed them as such.

I would beg every morning for my cum covered kibble with the medicine-like taste that never went away. Every detail of my posture and shape was exhausted to ensure I looked as submissive as possible when begging. My Master's became stricter and would make me beg for longer periods of time before they would let me eat. The more I ate, the more docile I became.

I would be taken out afterward to relieve myself. My masters decided when I ate and when I went to the bathroom. I was not allowed to poop or pee without their supervision. It had gotten to the point where I went on their command.

They began shaving me routinely so I was completely hairless. They wanted me as naked as possible. I was hosed down with cold water and left outside to air dry in order to stay clean for my Masters.

When people came to the door I was forced to crawl over and bark until my master opened the door. He wanted all guests to understand my status. Strangers were allowed to pet and humiliate me. I would wag my tail for them and lick their shoes.

My masters would use me as entertainment for whoever came over. I was forced to play fetch, roll over, and beg in front of others while fully naked. Many of whom were my classmates. My penis was often laughed at while I performed for them. Sometimes I was forced to use the bathroom in front of them. Most of them were guys which made it even more degrading.

When they had parties I would be kept in my crate downstairs. I was not let out of my cage during the parties. Occasionally, my masters would bring people down to observe me as if I were a zoo animal. My Masters were proud of what they had done to me. Otherwise, I listened to the muffled conversations and sounds of them dancing. I dreamt of being one of them once the summer concluded.

I was trained daily to be as submissive as possible. From the way I moved my hips when crawling, to the way I shook my ass for whoever was present. They even trained my facial expressions to be more bitch like when begging. I had officially become their perfect little pet.