Master's Pet
This weekend I started training with my new Master, Rex. I was so excited, but scared. When I arrived he had me remove all my clothes and he put them away. Saying I would not be needing them this weekend. He then had me kneel before him and he placed a training collar on me. He let me know that their was nothing special about the collar. That he paid 99 cents for it at Walmart, and this collar would be all that I would wearing during training. He said he was going to make me into his pet. That excited me, but little did I know what he meant by that comment.

He told that I was to remain on my hands and knees at all times this weekend. That the only time that I will be allow to stand is when I prepare his meals. He then showed me around the house and pointed things that I needed to be aware of. In the garage he showed me where I would be sleeping. He pointed to some blankets that were laying in the corner. His dog also sleeps in the garage. He explain that a slave needs to learn that they are animal, and like an animal a slave exist to serve their Master. I guess this is what he meant by making me his pet.

Next he showed me an area in the garage where he had laid out some newspapers and a roll of toliet paper. He said that this was to be my bathroom. He informed me that whenever I needed to use the bathroom that I had to let him know first. Because he wanted to monitor my "bathroom habits." When I protested about this he let it be known that my body was his. And that he would know every inch of my body before the weekend was over.

In the corner of the kitchen he showed me two bowls on the floor where I would be eating and drinking from. There would be no utensils he said. If need be I would have to use my hands to eat. Next he decided to make sure I was clean. We went back to the garage where he had me get into a large metal tub. While on my hands and knees in this tub he took a water hose and wet me down. He put soap on a large sponge and scrubbed every inch of me. He gave me an enema, douched me, and brushed and flossed my teeth. Last, he took a razor and shaved my pussy. He was careful to take the shaved hair and place it on a paper towel. He told me that I was to shave my armpits and pussy twice a week. He also told me not to cut or change my hair in anyway without his permission first. He let it be known he would own all of me. The clothes I wear, makeup, hair, even how I behave in public and in private.

Afterwards, he had me sit on the floor in the living room in front of a fan to finish drying off. When he returned to the room a few minutes later he showed me a small jar. The jar contained my shaved pussy hairs and the label on the jar read, "Jennifer's Pussy." He then placed the jar on a mantel their in the living room. He said the jar would be a constant reminder that he owned by pussy. He said that he may even show it off to his friends.

I sat there feeling powerless, knowing that this man had complete control over me. I told myself, this is what I have fantasized about all my life, and now that it is here, right in front of me - I felt so scared. All I could do is anticipate what was coming next -- and that really excited me.