She downed the final six ounces when he pulled into the driveway, the need to pee a little louder now. Common sense told her he wanted her bladder full to start out her time as a pet by having to pee in the grass somewhere. Hopefully not here, but that wouldn’t be up to her.
He pulled up to a perfectly normal-looking oversized mansion, and the front door opened as they hit the first step. They were taken through three doors that needed some kind of biometric input as well as a passcode, and ended up in an office with a man who actually looked a little like a stereotypical vampire.
The phrase tall, dark, and handsome came to mind, and he seemed both kind and scary at the same time.
“Ah, so this is your Willow. She is lovely.” He met her gaze. “So it doesn’t come as a surprise, you won’t remember where thehouse is or what it looks like. You’ll remember talking to me and what I said, but not what I look like. I can see in your head what you want, but I need you to ask me out loud.”
“Twelve hours, right?” she asked.
“Within thirty minutes of twelve hours, so from eleven and a half to twelve and a half hours.”
She was terrified, but she’d made up her mind, so she said the words he needed to hear. “Please remove my ability to vocalize and telepath for twelve hours.”
The thought went through her mind, again, that if she backed out, for the rest of her life she’d regret missing the opportunity to live out her fantasy.
The vampire tilted his head and said, “Regrets can be powerful things.”
She tried to ask him what he meant, and her heart stalled in her chest when nothing came out.
He turned to Kenny, who pulled an envelope stuffed with cash from his pocket and handed it over with a “thank you.”
A nod, and the vampire left.
The second he was out the door, she couldn’t remember what he looked like. She could remember thinking tall, dark, and handsome, but nothing more.
Except that envelope bulging with cash. Her men were paying for this, forher, for the fantasy of a mute, obedient pet. What had begun as her fantasy, written out in detail for Kenny, now belonged to them as well. They’d claimed it, twisted it, added their own edges until it was no longer hers alone but theirs together. They were purchasing the opportunity to strip her down past words and mold her into the creature Kenny had promised. The knowledge pressed down on her chest even as her cunt clenched and her clit throbbed.
Because while she didn’t know the details of what they’d do, the specific things Kenny had listed told her the three hadtalked at length about the evening, and about the depths of her fantasy they could take her to. Fear and heat tangled in her belly, because what had started as her fantasy on a page would be theirs in practice, and tonight she’d live it, body and soul.
At the SUV, Kenny opened the back and buckled a heavy bondage collar around her throat, just above her permanent infinity collar. This one wasn’t steel, it was thick webbing, wide and unforgiving. Every swallow reminded her it was there. The infinity collar was love and permanence. This one was use. It wasn’t for meaning, but control.
She wouldn’t forget it. Not for a second.
When the leash clipped to the D-ring under her chin, the sharp tug wasn’t just restraint, it was a statement. The girl who’d walked into the mansion was gone, and the transformation to pet and beyond, to the creature Kenny promised, had begun.
Next, he slid padded mitts over her hands — not soft play mitts, but rigid ones that balled her fingers into useless fists. When she crawled, it would be on the padding against her knuckles. No access to her fingers. No thumbs. No grasp.
Her breath hitched. She hadn’t counted on that, and the reality hit harder than she expected. This wasn’t a costume, it was a restraint that stripped her of function. She couldn’t touch, grasp, or evengesture. The loss settled into her like gravity. No voice. No hands. It was the next step of turning her from a woman into a creature.
“Up.”
It was an order, and she scrambled into the back of her own SUV, moved to knees and chest when ordered, and stayed passive while he secured her forearms and calves with thick straps, then another over her shoulders.
Transported like an animal, and she had to pee so bad it hurt.
Kenny cut her dress off her body, leaving her naked and trembling in the cold interior. Her throat worked around a whimper that never left her mouth, and her eyes burned.
When they arrived home, he unfastened her bindings, lifted her out, and set her on the grass on all fours next to three sets of legs while Kenny held her leash, and the men talked amongst themselves as if she weren’t there.
“Wonder if the new pet is housetrained.”
“She doesn’t look it.”
The alien story she’d masturbated to a hundred times flashed back to her. The human treated as a beast. Trained. Walked like an animal.
Her bladder ached. She couldn’t hold it any longer. She lifted herself to squat the way she normally would to pee outside — weight shifting to her feet, hips lowering.
The slap came sharp across her face out of nowhere, making her eyes water, and then her head was shoved to the ground, cheek on the grass.
