The non-fictional account of a submissive’s transformation…
The first week of my girlfriend becoming my pet has passed. She experienced some anxiety at the start, as was to be expected. Stripping yourself bare, crawling like an animal, and being led by a leash are all things that deviate far enough from the norm. Especially as a lifestyle at home instead of just a scene of play.
But we worked through that, negotiating and carefully supporting each other and our mutual needs.
Every healthy relationship, vanilla or kinky, is a partnership with communication, trust that has to be earned, and compromise. She’s not my pet because I tricked her or forced her. She’s my pet because she trusts me, and I’ve worked to earn that trust, and I give her what she needs in return.
I’m grateful to see it pay off.
There’s more to be had, more goals down the road for each of us. For now, though, it’s a daily trend of continuing to build on our trust in this new situation, bringing support and commitment to ensure that we don’t lose the progress we have, and of course love.
It’s been three months (and a few days) since I’ve started training my girlfriend as a petgirl. I admit, to my shame, that I’ve been very poor at updating this journal. As with all major life changes, this one has proven to be very consuming in both time and energy, and has been bumpy at times.
But, I’m pleased to announce, it’s been stabilizing out, with good indications that it’s going to move past a temporary arrangement and into a permanent lifestyle.
It’s not free of modifications and adjustments as we learn about each other. Any true relationship between real, responsible humans, is about give and take.
“Rule #3: Refer to me as Sir, submissive demeanor”
This was the easiest rule for her to adjust to, and in quick order. She prefers instruction and order, so when presented with it becomes very compliant behaviorally. After a couple weeks of mistakenly referring to me by name, and then being punished for her slip-ups, she’s fallen into line nicely. Tone took longer, but she’s mastered it at this point.
Pet has agreed to be cage trained. We’re going to take this nice and slow (and I need to acquire a large cage to provide her with a reassuring amount of space.) But before winter this will be a frequent part of her regular routine, and long term I have plans to implement a permanent lifestyle rule for her involving her cage.
As I’ve noted, she’s been very accommodating lately in expanding her obligations and restricting her freedom.
Back in June, my girlfriend would wear clothes daily at home, and even as recently as early September would struggle with being expected to wear nothing. To help her adjust, I’ve added a daily ritual at the end of the workday when she comes home. She steps in front of the closet, arms behind her back, waiting there. When I’m ready, I come and slowly strip her down. At that point, I can choose to leave her naked, or if it’s colder out due to the climate we live in, I’ll give her a skimpy but warming garment to keep her from getting cold. She’s reaching the point, however, where putting the house a tiny bit above standard room temperature makes her feel too warm to be wearing anything at all.
There was a time, when we started, when she was uncomfortable being constantly exposed to me, with the normal sense of modesty that anybody in society has. Now, that discomfort has faded away, and she never hides her skin from me. To her, it is the most normal thing in the world to be naked in front of her owner.
My girlfriend is now almost to a daily schedule of being fed on the floor like a dog. It was hard for her at first, but in a very short amount of time it turned around to being something she enjoys doing not for its own sake, but to please her master. I’ve also noticed her attitude in general has taken a much strong submissive streak.
Living rituals of submission that take a submissive out of her normal space as a person are powerful tools in training. Make use of them.
“Rule #1: Pet will remain naked, wearing only her collar and leash.”
How much she’s changed. I’ve upped the temperature on the thermostat in the winter months. In January she never asked for pajama bottoms. Never thought to wear more than a single item of clothes the entirety of the month. Her cunt was always bare, and she was naked more often than not, with a sheer sweater being her only consideration to warmth at times.
She’ll be a naked petgirl come summer. She’s become accustomed to that word: “petgirl”. She used to hate the notion, being a pet. Even while she agreed to the various components that made up petplay. Now? She dives more and more into the kink. Into the moment. She now has internalized the notion that if it pleases me, it can be a pleasure for her.
At times my pet has become recalcitrant about serving. I’m mistakenly allowing her to fall into the mindset of associating fulfilling my sexual needs with thinking that means hers are being fulfilled as well.
Without any sense of cruelty or denying her what is hers, the reason this is a problem is that she often simmers at a lower point of sexual arousal than me. And although she has little qualms about serving, she doesn’t want to have to be fulfilled herself in the process unless she herself is in a needy mood.
I’m undergoing reinforcement of the idea that what’s at stake here is my arousal, not hers. She is learning to serve without fulfillment of her own.
And, often, she prefers that way.
The ultimatum has been set. Starting February 1st, she only crawls at home. No walking. No exceptions.
She didn’t protest once. She made an eager sound in response. The change comes faster than you expect at times. For us, the change is now.
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