Sissy baby seeking Mistress,Mommy 4 LTR No FinDom

TW: CNC kidnapping, petplay

When Sara woke up, she was in a dog crate.

She was groggy, trying to fight her way past the drugs that had knocked her out in the parking lot. Her vision was still blurry, her brain foggy, but the memory of what happened the night before was creeping its way back to the present. It must have been hours, the sunlight shining through the windows her only sense of time passing.

Time to sleep, Sara.

Panic rose in her chest as the memory slammed into her, making her nauseous. How had he known my name? Why had he drugged me? Where am I?

A deep voice interrupted her reverie. Good morning, Sara. Glad you could join me.

Sara turned in her cage, following the voice. It was the man from the bar. He was sitting in a lounge chair, swirling a dark drink that looked identical to the one he'd had with her at the bar. He was still wearing the same blue suit. He stared at her intently, his gaze holding hers like a hypnotic spell.

Sara scurried in the dog crate, moving as far as the cage would allow. That's when she noticed her hands. Or, her paws.

Her hands were wrapped in black medical tape. She clawed at the bindings, even using her teeth in desperation, trying to free herself, but it was useless. Her fast movements made a sound, a soft jangle. She reached up to her throat, her paws grazing a collar. A collar with a fucking bell on it.

W-w-why am I h-here?

As she spoke her first, and some of her last, words, he smiled, a devilish flash in his eyes. He stood and walked slowly over to her crate. You're here because I want you here, Sara. He crouched down so he was at her level, dragging a finger across the bars of her crate. Or, maybe you're here because you want to be here.

Sara shook her head, her bell twinkling in tandem with her movements. N-n-n-no, she stammered. I d-d-didn't ask for this.

You didn't have to ask, Sara. I know your secrets. I've seen your blog. He watched her eyes widen, and knew he had her. You thought you could post your little petgirl fantasies and it wouldn't draw the attention of a man like me? A man who can fulfill your every desire? Turn you into a perfect petgirl?

Sara gulped, trying to find her voice. She thought she had been so smart, running an anonymous petgirl blog on Tumblr, sharing her deepest, darkest fantasies. Of being trained to be a perfect pet.

She had to admit the truth. In a way, she had asked for this.

B-b-but that doesn't explain how you found me, she said, voice trembling. In fear? In anticipation?

Do you really need to know why? Or do you just need to embrace the new life I'm gifting to you, he asked her. His fingers moved through the bars of the crate and he caressed her leg. Please, Sara. Let me free you. Let me give you what you need.

His touch was gentle, but firm. Her heart raced as she stared at him through the bars.

W-w-what about my life? My job? My parents? My cat? Sara knew she had people who would notice she was gone. They would certainly call the cops and report her missing.

He stood, walking away from her. Sara found herself pressing to the bars of her crate, her heart sinking as he walked away from her. His back to her, he spoke the words that would change her life forever.

Would it make you feel better to know I have it handled, pet? That you don't have to worry about details, logistics, bills, or any other problem that bothered your sweet little soul. He opened the door, and her cat Zoe came crashing in, rubbing her tail on his leg.

Sara looked up to his eyes. He was staring at her, almost pleading. She felt it in her heart that if she said no, he would open the door to her crate, undo the wrapping on her hands, and take her back to her apartment, Zoe in tow.

Was she really going to do this? Live out her fantasy and become a petgirl? She felt a wave of relief wash over her. She wouldn't have to stress over work anymore, would never have to find herself on a terrible date, would never have to worry about a single problem ever again. She could just... be.

She looked at his face, into his eyes, and spoke the words that would change her forever. Please keep me as your pet. For the first time, her voice didn't waver.

The smile across his face was one of pure happiness. He came back over to her crate, kneeling down once more, his hand sliding through the bars to cup her face.

Good girl, he said. Sara's pussy dripped at the words. The joy radiating between the pair of them was palpable, lightening sparking between them, a connection formed, a verbal contract signed. Shall I let you out to go over the rules of your new life?

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TW: CNC kidnapping

You know what they say. Never waste a Friday night on a first date.

But Sara wasn't so lucky, sitting at the bar alone, nursing her third espresso martini, coming down from a terrible first date.

This man had not asked her a single question in the two hours they spent together over dinner, talking nonstop about himself. Sara, in her tight mini dress and sky-high heels, regretted the effort she put in for someone who turned out to be a waste of her time.

I can't believe I waxed my asshole for him, she thought. And now it's all going to waste.

She threw back the last bit of her martini and signaled to the bartender she was ready to pay. Guess it's just me, my magic wand, and my rabbit tonight.

As Sara waited for her bill, a man in a crisp blue suit sat down in the empty bar seat beside her. The bartender had a drink ready for him - a fine whiskey, no doubt - without any words exchanged.

Sara eyed the man curiously. He was handsome, with a strong jaw, long reddish brown hair tied back in a braid, and captivating blue/green eyes. It was then that their eyes connected, and she felt her pussy drip from having his stare hold her gaze.

Let me guess, he said to her, dropping his gaze to stare appreciatively at her tits on display. A terrible first date?

Sara nodded, shyly casting her eyes down, conveniently landing on his crotch. She could have sworn she saw his cock twitch beneath his clothes. Maybe it was just the three martinis.

Well, we can't have that, can we? His hand landed on her knee and slowly moved up her thigh. Sara's body responded with goosebumps forming under his touch, as she leaned in closer to him.

Good girl, he said softly, his fingers just grazing the edge of her panties. How about I show you how a man like me treats a thing like you as you were born to be treated?

S-s-s-sure, she stammered, unable to think clearly with this man's magnetic hands so close to her throbbing pussy. Your place or mine?

He laughed under his breath. Mine.

He dropped some bills on the bar, and Sara realized her own bill had never arrived. She glanced down and reached for her purse, but his hand stopped her movement, his grip firm on her wrist.

It's handled. Now, after you.

Sara headed for the door, and he wrapped his arm possessively around her waist, his hand resting on her ass.

He took her to the furthest corner of the parking lot, where streetlights cast a dull haze over them. Sara looked back over her shoulder, the lights of the bar fading into the distance.

He stopped them in front of a black sedan with tinted windows. Sara desperately wanted him to touch her, to feel him on her thighs, groping her tits, fingering her damp pussy.

As if reading her mind, he leaned in close to her, his hands cupping her face. He grazed his lips over her ear, nibbling and licking her earlobe. Sara's closed her eyes, leaning in to his touch.

Oh yes, he said, cupping her face with his hands. You'll do. You'll do just fine.

One hand that had been cupping her face moved to his pocket. Without warning, he clamped a sweet smelling cloth over her mouth and nose. Sara panicked, weakly pushing against his chest with both hands, her vision slowly fading to black, her limbs going limp under her.

Time to sleep, Sara.

Sara's last thought before oblivion was that she had not given him her name.

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Shall I let you out to go over the rules of your new life?

He unlatched and opened the crate for her. Sara crawled out sheepishly, still marveling at the feel of her wrapped hands as they bore her weight, getting used to being on all fours. She stretched out her limbs as if she were a cat, sore and stiff from the unknown duration of her confinement in her small crate. Who knows how long it had been since he'd tucked her into it.

She stayed quiet, suddenly shy and vulnerable sitting at his feet, too nervous to look up at him, waiting for him to speak.

Good girl, I'm so proud of you, he said, petting her hair, pulling the long strands of it through his fingers, letting them fall back over her shoulder. Let’s begin. He took a few steps back, and she finally lifted her head to look into his eyes.

Rule #1: Your name is no longer Sara. Your name is whatever I choose to call you. Pet, mutt, pup. Let go of your human name, your human life. Am I understood, pet. 

Sara was staring up at him, her pussy wet at the excitement of what this could mean for her. Yes, I understand.

He smiled. Rule #2: No human words unless I specifically request you give me an answer. Otherwise, all I want to hear from you are barks, woofs, whimpers and other animal sounds. He smiled wider. Am I understood? Use your words, pet.

Sara couldn’t imagine not speaking anymore, but the thought was enticing. She was so very tired of having human problems, human thoughts, human conversations. Yes, I understand. 

Good girl, pet, he said. Rule #3: No walking on two feet like a human. You will crawl at all times. Am I understood? No words.

Sara looked down at her paws, at the soft carpet on the floor under her. This doesn't seem so bad, she thought. She nodded at him.

Perfect, he said. Rule #4: You will not wear any human clothes and graciously accept anything I offer for you to wear. A collar, a harness, a gag, a tail, anything. Am I understood?

Sara was excited to see what type of collar he gifted her with, how he would dress her as his pet. She nodded, a small animal-like sound escaping her mouth at the same time.

His smile was as bright as the sun. Rule #5: You are not allowed on the furniture unless invited. Am I understood?

That seems perfectly reasonable, she thought to herself. She was already adapting to not having to provide a human response to questions. She nodded once more, crouching up on her hind legs like an excited puppy, her paws in front of her as if he'd asked her to sit pretty.

Good fucking girl. Rule #6: This one might be the toughest to come to terms with, and it will take some training. But you will relieve yourself in the backyard.

A small gasp escaped Sara’s lips, her eyes widening with slight panic. He wants me to… what?

I know this will be hard for you. Trust me, it will be worth it when you are the perfect puppy girl, he said, reaching down to cup her face and pet the top of her head. You trust me, right, pup? I will help you.

Sara looked into his eyes, seeing how earnest he was. He just wanted to make her a perfect puppy girl. She had to trust he knew what was right for her. She nodded.

He smiled again. Rule #7, and the last rule for now, he said. All of your meals will be eaten out of a dog bowl on the floor. You will eat whatever I provide you, and you will eat until the bowl is empty. Am I understood?

Sara’s pussy dripped at the thought alone. She nodded aggressively, letting out a soft bark of approval.

Such a good pet for your Master, he said. It should go without saying that breaking any of my rules will result in a punishment, and you won't like it. He looked deeply into her eyes, ensuring she understood the seriousness of his promise. So how about we test how good of a listener you are? Your training begins now.

Sara, or the puppy girl who used to go by the name Sara, waited for her command.

Wait. He walked to the other side of the room, picking up a leather collar with a dog tag on it. She waited patiently as he walked back to her and placed the collar around her neck, feeling it tightening on her like a belt.

Good girl, he said. Heel. Upon giving the command, he started to walk around the room. The puppy knew to follow him closely, walking next to his right leg as he moved around the room. She looked up at him expectantly, awaiting his next command.

Sit, and stay, he said, walking back to the other side of the room once more, sitting in the same chair she had found him in when she woke up. He looked so at peace, staring at her with adoration.

Come.

She crawled over to him quickly, stopping once she was at his feet. Sara loved being a puppy girl, finally living out the puppy girl fantasy she had only dreamt of on her Tumblr blog. It's really happening, she thought.

He reached into a small bag in his pocket and pulled out a treat, a small red strawberry-flavoured marshmallow. My favourite, how could he know that?

Good girl, he said, placing the treat to her lips. Okay. Her tongue darted out of her mouth to take the sweet treat.

And to think, if you hadn't had such a terrible first date, we might not be here, he said, chuckling softly to himself, as though it were a private joke. Time for your first meal, pet. Are you ready?

The puppy before him barked, an utterly happy sound.

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Click here to reread Part I

No human words, only barking

No walking upright

Not allowed on the furniture

All meals eaten from a dog dish on all fours with your forearms flat on the floor. No hands allowed