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I also trained myself to bed wet close to 20 years ago, in my early 20's. It took me about a year. It was great for about 10 years... and then I got married and now have a family. Now, not so great. I very hard to re-train myself to not wet at the same time my daughter was going through her potty training about 5-6 years ago, but failed. As has been said so many times, 'Be careful what you wish for...' Things that sound great at one stage of your life can be very different later.

I've got about 6 heavy-weight, 6 light-weight, and four or five pull on cloth diapers. The variety allows me to adjust depending on whether I've been wetting heavily, or light, or been drinking, or just taking a nap in the afternoon. Variety is helpful.

Heh, I used that one time when I fell asleep in the back seat of a buddy's car on a long drive, and ended up wetting. When I woke up an realized what had happened, a large cup of soda 'somehow' ended up dumping in my lap. I felt bad about doing that to the car seat... but... all the alternatives seemed worse, and it was wet anyway... Since then, I've always made sure I don't fall asleep if I'm with others, or, if I'm just with my wife on a long drive and she's driving I'll wear a diaper.

While I try to carry enough bedwetting supplies, sometimes on long trips it's just not feasible. Then I'll try to get some supplies locally... If I'm headed to Europe I can often ship ahead with SaveExpress or such, or find at least something that will work. There have been times, though, when I just plain struck out on getting anything that will work for my bedwetting. For those times, I always carry pins and two pairs of plastic pants... a hotel bath towel pinned on generally does the job quite well. In the event that I use it, I'll wash the towel in the shower and then leave it in the tub. Better than dealing with a wet bed...

Chapter 10: Betrayal After a drive, which I guessed to be about twenty minutes based on Karen’s comment on the phone, the SUV parked. I heard the front doors open and close, but the back gate of the SUV didn't open. I waited, lacking other options. Perhaps ten minutes later, the gate opened. Karen immediately took the blanket and threw it over my crate, blocking out the little visibility that I had had of a non-descript parking lot. They didn't want me to know where I was. Then it hit me. Oh, shit. Shit shit shitshitshit. They were going to neuter me! I started slamming around in the cage, panicking and yelling. "Where am I? What are you going to do to me? I want to see Jenn!" The blanket in front of me lifted, and there was Jenn. "Everything is OK. I want you to relax." She opened the small hatch in front of me, and reached in, stroking my head and calming me. "Relax." Then I realized there was something being put in the front of the muzzle, and I realized I was being gagged. "Relax and open your mouth.” My Keeper's command was firm, and I felt myself calming down, along with the bulb of the silencing gag entering my mouth. Karen whispered something in Jenn's ear, causing her to smile. She paused and looked around, and then she quickly reached under her dress and quickly pulled her underwear off. She pushed the wadded up panties through the hatch, placing them in front of me. Her scent filled my nose, calming me even more. I wondered why Angie didn't include that little tidbit in the Pet-care classes… The blanket went down, and the crate was lifted down and then started rolling. I could tell we entered a building... I could see occasional white tiles as I was rolled along, and then into a room. Again, I waited, still not able to see anything but suspecting the worst. I heard someone else enter the room, a woman. "Hi. My name is Mary, and I'll be helping with the prep. This is JayJay in the crate, I assume? Which of you is JayJay's Keeper?" "Hi, I'm Jenn, and I'm his Keeper. And this is my sister Karen." "OK, first thing we need to do is get him out of the crate and into the cage on the table. I assume he's well restrained in there? Will he follow your commands?" "He's well restrained... but... he's been a Pet for less than 24 hours at this point, and I think he knows what's about to happen, so I'm not sure how cooperative he'll be..." Damn straight I wasn't going to be cooperative. They were going to remove my nuts! Screw that! I'd fight it with everything I could. "Yeah, I can understand that. It's OK, we've done this many times before. You'll just get him out, then put him on his leash, and guide him over to the cage, ok?" Without lifting the blanket, the crate was rotated and moved, I assumed closer to the cage that they intended to put me in, and I heard a whirring sound behind me. I started testing to see how fast I could scoot backwards, in the hope that I could somehow break free. I mean, I knew I was going to lose, but I was going to make my point that I did NOT approve of this plan. I heard more clanking as I got ready to give it my all. "OK, you can open the rear door now..." I heard the click, and gave it everything I could. I pushed with my hands, and tried to shuffle backwards as fast as I could. Nothing was stopping me! I kept moving back as quickly as I could, until my diapered butt hit something. I tried to stand up, and as I realized that I was still in a cage, the door in front of me was closed and locked. I saw that they had backed my crate right up to the exam cage, and as I had rushed to back out of my cage I had done the job of backing right into the exam cage. I looked up, betrayal showing on my muzzled face. Jenn moved my crate out of the way, and the woman that I assumed was Mary was standing at the side of the cage, pressing the button to raise the cage i was in back up to working height, a smile on her face. "Works every time. They all want to panic, and they play exactly into the plan. Turns the hard part into the easy part." I was beat. I allowed my front paws to be clipped to the cage, and straps pulled my legs apart. My diaper was removed. Some straps to the sides of the cage held my back end motionless. A bar from the front of the cage to my collar kept me from moving my head forwards or backwards. “Your mother dropped this off this morning… for some reason she said that you weren’t to have access to it until, as she put it, ‘the deed was done.’” I could hear some gentle laughter. The metal cage that had been on my genitals since yesterday was released with a click, and I felt someone cleaning my diaper area. I felt myself becoming aroused. “Well, looks like this is just in time! OK, he's all set. The doctor will be in shortly." Jenn came to the front of the cage and reached her hand in, stroking the side of my head around the straps holding my muzzle and gag on. "Sorry JayJay. I know you're not looking forward to this, but I think it's better to get it over with. Then we can..." She smiled. A few nerve-wracking minutes of having my head scratched and waiting helplessly later, the door opened again, and another woman entered. It was the doctor. Introductions were made. "So, JayJay is here today for neutering, right?" The doctor said it so matter-of-factly that it bothered me. She was going to cut off my balls, and she said it like she was suggesting getting a haircut. I whined through the gag, and the three woman laughed lightly. “In the unusual case of a mixed sex Bonding, you’re lucky to have a woman Keeper to a male pet, you know. In any mixed-sex Bond we always recommend that the Pet be Spayed or Neutered immediately. The increased body temperature of Pets generally causes sterility after some amount of time anyway, but when that happens varies from Pet to Pet, and the... uh... instinctual behavior of both the Pet and the Keeper usually doesn't want to wait until tests have come back indicating sterility. In the case of the male Keeper and a female Pet, which is more common, the operation to spay the female is much more involved. A female spaying, where we tie the fallopian tubes or remove the ovaries is a much more complicated surgery than a male tying of the vas deferens or removal of the testicles." Well, I guess I had that going for me at least… “Doctor, I was wondering... how usual is it for a male Pet to bond to a female?” I heard Karen ask. “I can’t think of any other Pets I know… but there must be some, right?" “Well, about five percent of bonds are mixed-sex bonds, and of that five percent, about ten percent of those are male Pets. So… about a half of a percent of Pets are males with a female keeper. So, you have a very special Bond here." She looked at Jenn and continued. “To get down to business, there are two options here, depending on your wishes. The first option is a simple vasectomy. His testicles are not removed, we just cut and clip the tubes. This is a common operation among human men, as I’m sure you’re aware. The second option is to remove his testicles, which is what usually happens to animals like dogs." I whined again, longer, a look of horror on my face. The doctor laughed. "I don't think JayJay likes that option. Removing his testicles will reduce the testosterone his body produces. We really only recommend it in cases where the Pet is overly aggressive, or acted aggressively as a human before becoming a Pet. We can also start with the vasectomy today, and if behavior is a problem we can remove the testicles later." Jenn nodded and looked at me. She reached her hand back in through the hatch, holding my face. My eyes must have shown my terror. "It's OK JayJay. I think the doctor is right. We'll do the snip-and-clip today. You get to keep your balls. Does that make you feel better?" I nodded as vigorously as I could in my restraints, her hand comforting on my head. I guess it was the least-bad option, at least. I mean, human guys had vasectomies. I knew that they were, at least sometimes, reversible. And Jenn was right... the physical attraction to her was something that I was eager to sate, and this was a path to get there. OK, it wasn't that bad. Forms were signed, prep was completed, restraints were tightened, and then I felt a prick, and then another. Soon I was numb. The operation only took about 10 minutes. As firmly restrained in the cage as I was, there was nothing I could do except wait for it to be over. The whole time, Jenn kept her hand on my head, talking to me and gently reassuring me it would all be OK. Eventually, the deed was complete. A dressing was placed, and then I was diapered again. The restraints were released, and the table was again lowered to the floor. Jenn looked my in the eyes. "You'll be a good boy and get in your crate now, right?" I nodded. Resistance was useless right now... so why bother. Not to mention I was numb, and I could start to feel a dull soreness. I was calm as the cage door was opened, and I entered my crate without complaint. I realized I now thought of it as my crate. At least the plastic sides afforded me some privacy as I lay there in the white plastic diaper and collar while post-operative care instructions were given to Jenn and Karen. I heard the Doctor talk about changing the dressing, and that I wasn’t completely ‘disarmed’ until the active sperm already in my system died, so to be careful and stick to manual stimulation for the next week. That didn’t sound so bad, I thought. Exhausted from the physical and mental drain of the mornings training, and the emotional drain of the neutering, I lay down and was soon asleep as my crate was wheeled out to the SUV.

I think the various Keeperverse writers are doing slightly different things with the Pets... in my mind, they keep their intellect, and I think the psychological issues around that are an important part of the story of the transition... I'm beginning to realize that I think there is a piece of a nursing home thing here, which is something I'm dealing with in real life... people are put in places, kind of with their OK but perhaps not really, to be cared for, fed, and yes changed, as if they are pets. Many of them have full intellect but physical limitations, but others have intellectual decline. For various reasons, though, they cannot live on their own, and those near them can no longer care for them. As I said in a post above, I see the Pet 'system' as this world's way of dealing with the care of individuals who cannot live on their own anymore... if the other option is institutionalization, might this not be better, where they can live with those they love? What if the persons needing care were stronger, or faster, or otherwise could do harm to the caretakers or others, and what if society was OK with the use of restraints to manage that? I really don't know, I'm still exploring this myself. As far as the physical aspects... well... that's a gimmick, I guess. Suspension of disbelief, etc. I'll blame it on Kimmie, but I find it an interesting idea. Thanks for the complement! As I said, I do think that exploring the psychological aspects of being put in a submissive/controlled position by a quick of (nature? virus? something?) against one's will, but having society mostly accept and condone that is interesting. What if you were just expected to accept it, if that was the card you were handed?

I agree with you... while I certainly think that people should be able to make money from their art, postings like this in this forum are essentially an advertisement. When it's just a short glimpse of the first chapter, and the author has no intent to continue the story here, then what's the point? Move it to the 'Links and Announcements' forum, notifying people that there's new content on another site, and don't put it here. Or make a 'Paid Story Sampler' section here. Same thing with the Amazon samples, etc. On the other hand, what @Elfy does, for instance, where the content is first on Patreon for supporters, and then eventually the whole story is posted here... I have no problem with at all. I would support that if I was in a position to do so. (On the other hand... this isn't exactly as high quality as other folks asking for money for their writing... so perhaps sometimes advertisements can be seen as warnings to not pay. If you're going to ask for money, at least earn it. If you're going to ask for $10, you're competing with very, very good writers that have editors... and the reviews should reflect that.)

I fell asleep in the car while my wife was driving. My bladder capacity has not diminished, as far as I can tell...

Hmmm... good question re/ Pet lifetimes. As I said before, in my mind the changes to a Pet are the minimum needed to justify in the Keeperverse the use of the diapers, restraints, how they are treated, etc. Changing the lifetime of the Pet vs a 'normal' human doesn't seem necessary, so... I would expect that they have the same life span. Yeah, that introduces questions about geriatric pets, etc., but I'll leave that to someone else to explore if they wish! ******* Chapter 9: A Walk Outside A while later I found myself at the breakfast table. Well, not at the breakfast table, really, but under it, on my leash, which was clipped around the leg of the heavy table. Karen and Jenn had showered, and Jenn had taken off my muzzle and washed it. I had also gotten a wash cloth rubbed over my face and body, and I felt much more human… well… I guess that wasn’t the right phrase anymore. I certainly felt much better, though. Jenn had also taken the changing pad, and put me in one of the ‘Ultra Comfort’ diapers, which I found was much thinner and less noticeable between my legs. I really was more comfortable without the bulk, although it sounded much more crinkly to me. My Keeper and Karen had agreed that I didn’t need the muzzle for now, since I needed to eat anyway, and so for the first time in a while the red bars around my face were gone and I could lower my face into the silver bowl of food and eat. As long as I pretended it was just cereal, the taste wasn’t really all that bad. I thought for a second about asking to join them at the table, but I knew how that would go. I decided to accept it, as Angie had insisted that JoJo did, since I had even helped try to convince JoJo that her eating on the floor was the appropriate thing. Karma, I guess. The family talked above me, and I could hear most of the plans that were being adjusted on my account, the things that needed to get done on this Sunday, and general chatter of parents that were surprised, but happy, to have both their daughters, and an unexpected Pet, living with them for a while. I sat beside my Keeper's chair, her hand on my head, petting me. It wasn't so bad. After a leisurely breakfast, the human legs around me got up, and the table was cleared. Well, at least I was excused from cleaning the table and dishes, so I had that going for me. I lay there, my food bowl empty, content to enjoy the morning. Not like i had a choice anyway. ** It had been decided that Jenn and Karen would take me to the park and work on my training, while Joe set up the Pet run and did some other Pet-related preparations around the house. Jenn checked my diaper and declared it ‘barely wet’, while Karen put some things in a bag. I couldn’t see everything that went in, but she at least grabbed a few diapers and a package of wipes. I followed the guidance of my leash back out to the garage, where Jenn opened the rear hatch. The plastic on my diaper crinkled as I shuffled along, still getting used to the idea of having to walk on all fours for any distance. My crate was waiting, the absorbent mat that I had leaked on during the long flight and trip still in there. Jenn pulled it out and threw it away. “We’ll have to clean this better later, but it’s a short ride.” She boosted me up into the back of the SUV, and I climbed into the crate without comment. I hoped to prove my trustworthiness today, so that perhaps I could not have to wear all the restraints all the time. Jenn tossed my leash in without out unclipping it. The cage door closed, the SUV tailgate closed, and Karen and my Keeper climbed into the front. I have no idea who was driving, of course. It was indeed a short ride, and soon the back of the SUV opened. I had to wait until the crate door was opened and I could climb back out that I could see we were at a large park. Jenn helped me climb out of the SUV, and I looked around. There were a number of baseball fields on one side, and soccer fields on the other, with little kids running after a variety of balls in slightly organized chaos. Directly in front, what looked like a series of large fenced in grassy pens had bunch of dogs and Pets running around, playing with balls and frisbees, and generally having a good time. Many of the owners and Keepers were gathered on the sides, chatting, as their dogs and Pets ran around. Karen pulled out the red muzzle and handed it to Jenn. “He should be wearing this, especially around others.” I immediately protested. “Oh come on, I don’t need a muzzle. Please don’t put that on me.” “Do you want the gag too?” Jenn's response shut me up, and I allowed the cage of the muzzle to be held to my lower face as straps of the muzzle were tightened around my head and locked. “It’s not fair. The dogs over there don’t have to wear a muzzle.” It was Karen who replied, the annoyance clear in her voice. “They don't have to wear a diaper, either." Ouch. "You know damn well that the dogs over there are more trustable than you are, and probably better trained than you are, and even after you’re well trained you’ll still do dumb things if you’re allowed to. Now, let’s stop with the protesting and start with the training, so that maybe one day you don’t need the muzzle. Right?" I was cowed. I mean, she was right of course. I felt exposed and embarrassed, out in the open around the public for really the first time. I was naked, wearing only the red muzzle and leather restraints on my arms and legs and the crinkling white plastic diaper between my legs, the yellow stripe of which was turning blue telling everyone who could see me that I couldn't control myself. I tried to hide behind my Keeper. Karen noticed, of course. "He's skittish because he's afraid what the people here will think of him. Right JayJay?" I nodded. "Well, he needs to stop thinking of himself as a human. He's a Pet, and people won't think anything is out of the ordinary. Let's go." I felt my Keeper pull me to be beside here, and then on a very short leash I was guided towards the gate of one of the less crowded pens. Jenn opened one gate and we entered a small area. She closed and latched the outer gate before opening the inner gate. The double-gated entry ensured that none of the animals on the inside could escape as we entered. The thought that I was now one of the animals that this was designed to keep contained gave me the shivers as the clang of the inside gate announced our arrival. Soon we were inside, and I was lead over across the grass to an empty shady area. Jenn clipped my leash to one of the many rings mounted conveniently on the fence posts around the pen, and they proceeded to spread out a blanket. I waited, watching the animals playing. Some were dogs, wearing only a collar, while some were Pets, with a diaper and a collar and a variety of levels of restraints. Most of the Pets wore mitts or paws. Only a few wore muzzles or were on all fours. I lowered my head in shame. I couldn't be trusted. Karen looked at Jenn. “OK, let’s remember the Four C's: Concise, Clear, Calm, and Consistent. Let's start by getting him to sit.” My Keeper looked at me. “Sit.” I mean, I know what I was supposed to do… being told to sit didn’t take even a dog brain… but I knew what Karen was getting at, and knew that having Jenn be a good Keeper was in my best interest. So I looked at her and said with a smile, “No.” Karen grinned. We had been to the same classes after all, and we both remembered when one of the Pets doing a demonstration had done exactly this. Angie had been clear that the fault was with the Keeper, not the Pet. “Your voice must have authority. You must command him, not ask him, and not leave room for doubt. His disobedience is not his fault, and in this case I know he’s making a point. Try again. Command him.” Jenn smiled and looked directly at me. “Sit.” This time there was something in the tone of her voice that hit something under my consciousness and I immediately responded to my Keeper's command. I sat, my bottom on the ground, arms straight looking at her with a smile through the muzzle. "Lay down." She learned fast. I was down on my stomach, arms bent and under me, legs splayed, before I had a conscious though about it. I felt a tingling... her control over me had touched something that gave me a warm, fuzzy feeling. I felt a tightening as I filled out the chastity cage. It was definitely a turn on. My Keeper shivered a little, and Karen noticed. "Did you feel something?" "Uh... when he responded like that... it was rather... exciting to have that control." "Yeah, that's an important part of the Pet and Keeper bond... and why he's in a chastity cage, which by the way he's moving is probably causing him some discomfort right now?" She looked at me, eye raised. I nodded. "So good. That why he listens to you, and why you'll want to take care of you. There's something deep inside that makes this work, and physically you both respond when it does." She paused. "OK, those are the easy commands," Karen said. "Since he's been to class, let's ask him what commands he should expect his trainer to know. JayJay?" looked at Karen. "Ummm.... Sit, stay, lie down, heel... ummm... " Karen looked at me. She knew I knew, of course. "Stop, kennel up, diaper time, on fours..." Karen smiled. "Good start. I'd add, "Quiet" to the list. After this morning, you might both want to learn that one." She had a Cheshire-cat sized grin on her face. "The first exercise is for both of you. Jenn, I want to tell him to 'Sit, 'On Fours', and 'Lie Down', in random order. Start slow. You can leave his leash hooked; he doesn't need to go anyplace. JayJay, if you remember, part of this exercise was for you to figure out how to easily move between the positions, and to do so without thinking, right?" I nodded. Jenn looked at me, and I heard my Keeper say, "Sit". I rolled around a little, until I was able to get my arms under me and get into a sitting position. "Lay down." Back down I went. "Sit." Her voice wasn't right. "No." Karen laughed. "Sit." That was her Keeper voice. I sat. "On Fours." I went to all fours. "Lay down." Tone isn't right. "No." "Lay down." I was down. This happened for must what have been 20 minutes... up, down, sit, it went on and on. About halfway through I ran out of opportunities to say “No”, as every command she gave was the right tone, and I responded without thinking. Also, I was learning how to move more smoothly, as I knew I was supposed to, with practice. I was sweating with the effort as I tried to react as I knew I should to make my Keeper proud. Finally, Karen called time. Both Jenn and I sighed in relief, both clearly excited by the control she had shown over me. Karen brought a water bottle over and gave me a long drink through the muzzle. Jenn got a bottle of her own, sitting on the blanket for a few minutes and resting while we watched the other animals play, my leash clipped to the pole. At one point, a frisbee being tossed for a dog drifted over towards me, almost hitting Jenn in the head, and I got another reminder of why I was in restraints and on a leash. My response to seeing my Keeper almost being hit raised a reaction in me so fast that I didn't even realize that I was trying to go after the young woman who had thrown it over the head of her dog until I reached the end of my leash and was jerked backwards. I wasn't until my Keeper had calmed me down and gotten me re-focused that I realized that like a dog chasing a car, I had no idea what I was going to do if I caught the woman. I was just reacting. I hoped that my Keeper could help tame these behaviors that I knew I had, but I saw all too clearly why society had decided that treating those on my end of the Bond as un-trustable animals to be leashed and restrained was not an unreasonable compromise. I could never live on my own again, and I knew it. The warm, squishy mass between my legs showed it. I was a Pet, dependent on my Keeper. Karen's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "OK, break's over. Let's move to the next step. Heel. This is important when you're walking him. The goal of this exercise here is to get him accustomed to how you walk and move, so that he can stay beside you without being a problem, and you both know where he should be, and will be, at any point in time. OK? While it’s his job to stay beside you, it’s your job to give him the subtle hints to let him know what you intend." Jenn nodded. "OK, take his leash. Stand next to him, with him on your left side, and tell him in your Keeper's voice to heel. Since you’re right handed, you will usually want him on on your left side, and the leash in your left hand, so that you can use your right hand for other things." Jenn got up and unclipped my leash from the pole. She stood beside me, holding my leash only a few inches from my collar. "Heel". It was a good command and I responded quickly, moving to her side, ready to walk. "Now smoothly start walking forward. Go a few steps, and stop. Wait, and then start again. Over to the fence." Suddenly my collar was jerked forward, and I stumbled forward, trying to get my hands and legs under me and moving, when just as suddenly I was jerked back again. "Ouch!" I said. "Jenn, be gentle! He's not used to this yet, OK? Start slowly and stop slowly, so that he learns your signals and can work with you. You're working together on this. This really is a ’together’ thing, OK?" Jenn looked down at me, and I could see the concern on her face. "Sorry. Can we try it again?" I nodded. "Heel." This time I felt a gentle nudge on my collar and I started walking forward. I more felt in sync with my keeper. I felt a gentle pull back on my collar, and I stopped. Jenn looked at Karen for guidance. "Much better. Let's keep going, all the way to the fence. Start smoothly, walk for a few paces, and stop." I felt the gently pull on my collar, and started walking. A few steps later, a gently pull back, and I stopped. Start, stop, start, stop. Soon we were walking in sync... well, mostly, I stumbled here and there as she sometimes caught me off guard, and my still-awkward gate on all fours wasn’t helping. Soon we reached the fence. Jenn looked to Karen. "Um, how do I turn?" "Guide him with the leash. He's on your left, so if you want to turn to the left you give gentle guidance back, and to the left, with the leash. If you want to go to the right, pull him ahead, and to the right. Gently. Smoothly." I felt the collar pull me forward, and I was guided to the right, and I walked around my Keeper while she pivoted in place. With my legs bound, I felt awkward trying to both move and turn, but my Keeper kept a gentle and patient pressure on my leash. When we were facing back towards our blanked, the pull straightened out, and we started back the way we had come. Stop. Start. Turn to the left. Stop. Start. Turn to the right. A ball went by, and just as I thought about running after it to throw it back to the person who had thrown it, I felt my Keeper's grasp on my leash tighten. I kept focus. Damn, was I really that easy to distract? I mean the frisbee had almost hit Jenn, so I could see my reacting to that, but I couldn't believe that I was being distracted just by a ball. What was I, a cat? Would I dance to a freaking laser pointer? How could I please my Keeper if every flashy or moving bright color was a distraction? Could I keep focus at all? Was I destined to be just the dog from the movie that kept saying, "Squirrel!", or could I get beyond that? The more insistent tug on my leash answered the question as I realized I had stopped moving. I was being distracted by my own distraction. I moved up to where my Keeper was waiting, where she held my leash a little shorter. Despite that and a few other exceptions, I wasn't really doing that badly keeping focus and moving with her but we definitely needed some practice to keep it smooth, especially in the turns. Finally we made it back to the blanket. Jenn clipped my leash to the pole, and we had more water. "His diaper is pretty wet, Jenn. You might want to change it. Not a big risk if there's a leak out here, but you'll need to get in the habit of checking his diaper and changing it when needed." "He won't tell me?" "It depends. At first, JoJo told Angie immediately when her diaper was even a little wet, so Angie started ignoring her and just checking her when she felt like it. Eventually JoJo stopped asking. Other Pets are more reasonable, I hear." She looked pointed at me. I took the hint. "Could you please change me, Jenn?" Karen pulled a changing mat out of the bag, as well as a diaper and wipes. "The command you should always use is, 'Diaper time', and point at where you want him to go." My Keeper pointed at the mat that was spread out. "Diaper time." I immediately went to the mat and rolled over onto my back, my wet diaper presented for servicing. I looked around. "It's so... public here. Do we have to do this here?" Jenn's response was immediate and firm. "Yes, my Pet, we will change your diaper right here. You're a Pet, and Pets can have their diapers changed anywhere. Right, Karen?" The command tone of her voice quelled any rebellion that may have been growing in my mind. Karen just smiled. "Lift up." My Keeper slipped the dry diaper under me, and quickly popped the tapes. I heard Karen's phone ring, and it distracted me as Jenn removed the wet diaper, gave me a quick wipe, and taped up the dry diaper. I heard Karen on the phone. "Really, right now?” Pause. "We can be there in about 20 minutes, ok?" Karen looked at Jenn, a smile on her face. "OK, Mom, see you there." Karen hung up the phone. "We have a little errand we need to run. Let's go. You get him to the car and I'll grab this." Jenn looked at her quizzically, but Karen just smiled. Jenn unhooked my leash from the ring, and with a "Heel" command started walking while Karen packed up the changing pad, used diaper, blanket, and the rest of our stuff. I practiced walking on the tight leash next to my Keeper as we crossed the grass, exiting the double gate of the pen. The rear gate of the SUV opened with a push of the remote button in Jenn's hand, and she helped me up into the crate in the back, locking the crate door. Karen was just walking up and placed the bags she was carrying next to me in the back of the SUV. Soon we were on our way, and I had no clue where.

Just a reminder that it's not just wearing diapers for bed. It's also wearing diapers on a plane. Or in a car on a long trip. Or when you sit down on a Sunday morning on the couch to watch a game. Or when you go to that RomCom to make your wife happy, but you might fall asleep in the middle. Or you're at your buddies house and have a beer or three and decide you shouldn't drive home, and he offers to let you crash on his couch. I wanted and accepted a life of wearing diapers to bed. I would have been just fine with that. I am not as happy about wearing diapers on planes and hoping that the thinner diaper I chose for public discretion doesn't leak, or having my wife insist on me wearing protection any time I'm watching TV on the couch because I wet all over it twice, or having to wear a diaper on a long car trip where we're splitting the driving because my wife's car's leather seats have a stain from me, or having to have discussions with the medical staff before a surgery. I find I have to wear a diaper much more often than just when I go to bed at night, and that wasn't something I thought of when I started my bedwetting journey. As long as you think about that... best of luck.

I trained myself to start sleep wetting about 15 years ago. Over time, life changed... got married, had kids, etc. It's a problem because I will wet any time I doze off... not only in bed at night, but also if I fall asleep on the couch, or in a car, or on a plane... I have to be very careful about where I allow myself to drowse off because there is a good probability that I will wet, and if I'm not wearing a diaper things get embarrassing quickly. About five years ago I starting making an effort to re-gain control. It hasn't worked. I've tried all the 'normal' things... restricting liquids, alarms, medications, etc., but nothing has been effective. Not saying that others couldn't regain control, of course, but at least in my case it hasn't been possible.

Bump... would love to see additional chapters on this story!

Double chapter dump. They're short. Chapter 7: Takeoff The van eventually got to the airport, and the luggage was removed. For a second I thought they had forgotten me, until I heard Joe behind me. “OK, got the cart. Let’s the the crate on it first.” The crate slid back, and I was placed on a luggage cart sideways. The rest of the luggage joined me on the cart, and I was wheeled into the terminal, facing sideways on the cart. I could see the usual hustle and bustle of people checking in for their flights, but the perspective of looking at it through a wire mesh was different. I noticed a few other Pets… I mean, I knew that people flew with Pets, but hadn’t taken much notice of it before. I saw one other Pet in a crate like mine, and two others, one male and one female, on leashes that were clipped to convenient rings on the check-in counter. I hadn’t really noticed all the Pet-specific things before, but now it all seemed to stand out. Soon the other Pets were out of my view, and all I could see was the orange front of a check-in counter. I wish they would turn the crate so I could see forward, but muzzled as I was I couldn’t even ask. I heard an unfamiliar woman's voice. “Hi, welcome to NorthEast. Checking bags?” I heard Joe’s voice. “Yes, four bags and one Pet.” “Ok, no problem. Do you need to print tickets, or do you already have them?” “Need to print them. We didn’t get the Pet checked in online, because he was just Bound today, so we were told to come early to take care of it.” “Today? Wow, congratulations. Who’s the lucky new Keeper?” Jenn must have raised her hand or something. “Well, to celebrate, let me see what I can do.” There was a long pause. "I do have some seats in first class that happen to be available… would you like them?” “Yes, please!” I heard four voices in unison. I shifted around, trying to get a glimpse of what was going on, but the view out the end of the crate was limited to the check-in counter. Grumbling, I reflected on how their fortune in being upgraded to first class was balanced by my downgrade to Pet class. I hoped they enjoyed it, but I sure wasn't. “Done. OK, place the luggage here on the scales and I’ll get them tagged, and then we’ll get your new Pet checked in.” There was fumbling, and the bags around me were removed. “Ok, what’s the Pet’s name? He's registered now, right? Is he chipped?” “JayJay, and yes he’s registered and chipped. Here are his papers.” “If he's chipped I don’t need the papers. I’ll just read the chip. Saves a lot of typing.” Another pause, and then a ‘beeeeep’ from just outside my crate. “Yup, all good. The difficult part can be when the registration hasn’t been completed yet, or hasn’t made it into the government system that we check against. Then, the paperwork mounts up. But in this case, it’s easy. One last thing… let’s check Pet safety.” I saw the agent’s face through the mesh for the first time. I realized I was laying on what were obviously my Keeper’s used panties and bra, which for some reason caused me to blush more than the fact that I was wearing a diaper in a cage. “Hi there JayJay! OK, I see he’s muzzled, good. And he has food and water that won’t spill and that he can access through the muzzle, check. Diaper, check. OK, let’s get the bag tags on him…” The face disappeared, and a few seconds later I heard the sound of the bag tracking stickers being stuck to the outside. I was checked luggage. My Keeper’s head appeared in front of me, looking into my crate. She stuck a finger through the mesh, and I moved forward to touch it with my cheek. She gave me a little scratch. The contact felt great. “You’re a Good Boy. I’m so happy you’re my Pet. Don’t worry, I’ll be there to get you at the end of the flight, and then we have a whole life together. You’re a Good Boy." I drank in the approval like a... well, like a Pet basking in his Keeper's praising voice. There was nothing else like it I had even imagined, never mind experienced. The most addictive drug couldn't possibly compare to my Keeper talking like that. Her head was replaced my Karen’s head. “Hi Jef…JayJay. Don’t forget about the video player. There’s a special message in there from Jenn. Have a good flight. We’ll have a drink in your honor.” Then, the crate began to move, and then I was behind the check-in counter, and then on the conveyer belt. Several up, down, and arounds later, I arrived in an area with piles of bags. I heard another beep, and then I was moved over onto a luggage trailer with a bunch of other bags. I was facing out, and watched the hustle and bustle of the luggage transfer area. Workers scan, stacked, and moved bags. There were a few Pet crates that I saw, but mostly piles and piles of bags. Sometime later, the trailer began to move, and we wound through the airport, arriving at a plane. My crate was lifted off the trailer and moved up the luggage belt, and into the luggage compartment. I was mildly interested to see the inside of the luggage part of the plane, but had really not expected to see it as luggage. I heard someone say, “Two Pets, two dogs in the climate controlled section.” My crate slid back, and was fixed in place. I heard a dog whimpering somewhere beside me, but couldn’t see anything. The lighting went low. The dog started to howl. Oh man. Why did they require that _I_ wore a muzzle, but the damn _dog_ didn’t need to wear a muzzle? I decided to see what was on the video player. It was positioned at the front side of the cage, and I found that if I lay on my side, I could see it easily. There were three big buttons… the symbols were clearly power, channel, and volume. I pressed the power button, and ‘PetTV’ flashed on the screen. Great. A guide came up, and instructions showed me how to select what I wanted to watch using the channel button… one click for next, two quick clicks for previous, and hold to go back to the guide. Not bad. Then I saw what the options were. The first few options were labeled ‘Educational’. There were options like ‘So you’re a Pet, what now?’ ‘Adapting to Your New Pet Life’, ‘Keeping your Keeper Happy’, ‘Gaining Control of Your Instincts, an Introduction’, and ‘Public Behavior Expectations for Pets: How to be a Good Boy or Girl’. I scrolled on, hoping to find something more entertaining. TV Shows. “It’s a Pet Life.” “Stranger Pets.” “Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous Pets.” I scrolled on. Movies. “When Harry Met His Pet.” “Clifford the Red Headed Pet.” “The Princess Pet.” Well, at least the theme was clear. The last section was titled, “From Your Keeper”. What was this? This must be what Karen had meant. I played the first video, just titled, “1”. I saw the face of my Keeper. She was smiling. “I hope you’re having a good flight.” Her voice! Even though I knew it was recorded, it still made me feel warm and happy, and I nuzzled the panties to get her scent as well. “I’m recording this while you’re sleeping in the cage with JoJo. Angie is so kind, and is helping me make this message for you. If you miss me during the flight, you can watch this and maybe you’ll feel a little better. I’m going to record several videos here, and each of these is supposed to help you with your adjustment. A Good Boy would watch these on the flight. You’re a Good Boy, right? You want to be a Good Boy? Watch these a few times.” My Keeper made a video for me? Oh hell yes I wanted to watch them! Anything to see her and fear her voice. I felt warm and fuzzy as the next video started. I nuzzled into her clothes again, inhaling her scent. In this video, she started again telling me what a Good Boy I was, and how if I wanted to make her happy I should listen carefully. Most of her words seemed to pass right by me, but I enjoyed the sound of her voice, and I felt relaxed. In my conscious mind, I knew that this was all part of the imprinting and training a new Pet went through, and I felt a tinge of sadness as I remembered the life I was leaving behind, but the warm sound of my Keeper’s voice and her scent was enough to keep me relaxed. I thought of how she was close… perhaps just above me in the plane, and ignored the motion as the plane started to push back from the gate. As the plane took off, the second video started, and again my Keeper told me that I was a Good Boy, and that if I listened to this video maybe I’d feel a little bit better about being a Pet. And, while I listened to her voice and watched her beautiful face on the video screen, I definitely did. ** There was a sudden bump, and I jumped from my deep sleep, trying to get out of my bed. I discovered I couldn’t move, and it was still dark. Why couldn’t I move? I tried to scream, but no sound came out. Where was Karen? Wait, why was I in a cage? My panic rose until… Oh. I was in a cage. The memories of the previous day came rushing back, giving reason to the dark, restrictive space I was in, and the sounds around me. I tried to relax as the plane slowed and taxied to the San Francisco airport arrival gate. The dog next to me picked up his barking and howling again, and I thought for the second time about the unfairness of the rules that let him make as much noise as he wanted, while my muzzle kept me silent. Thinking of the muzzle made me realize I was very thirsty, I found the nipple for the water and figured out how to plug it to the front of the muzzle. Sucking delivered some water, and I drank until I felt much better. Curious, I moved to the second nipple, and plugged that in. A suck this time delivered… something… that tasted vaguely like chocolate pudding. I had some more, not having eaten since I had been fed lunch. It didn’t taste that bad, really. Some more water to wash it down and then… wait. And wait. The cargo door opened and the luggage, including me in my crate, was unloaded. I waited. I was taken to the luggage handling area. And waited. Finally I was placed on a conveyor belt, and found myself at the ‘Oversize Luggage and Pets’ counter. I got up on all four… paws, I guess… and waited eagerly for my Keeper. Then, the moment I had been waiting for. My Keeper! I saw her approach the counter, but I couldn’t see what happened. Soon, my crate was lifted, and began to move. I was filled with disappointment… my Keeper hadn’t even said “Hi” to me. And then her head appeared in front of me. “How are you doing, my Pet?” The sight of her filled me with joy, and my huge smile must have been visible even around the muzzle. “Were you a Good Boy? Did you watch the videos?” I nodded vigorously. I was a Good Boy. I would always be a Good Boy for my Keeper. “Good Boy. It’s about an hour drive home, OK? Wow, you definitely need a diaper change. We’ll take care of that when we get there.” I realized that my diaper was very, very swollen, bulging white between my legs. It had leaked as well, and there was a wet spot on the pad under me. Oh well. Not like there was anything I could do about it. My crate continued moving, up to and onto the Sky Train. I saw two Pets being let out of their crates, stretching their legs and bodies after their flights. One female Pet was having her diaper changed on the floor, off to the side. A few other Pets were walking beside their Keepers on leashes, some on two legs, some on four. I wished that my Keeper would let me out, but I knew that there was no way I’d be trusted to behave like that. It was better for me to be in the cage for now. That way I didn’t have to worry about hurting anyone, or doing anything stupid. I was loaded into the back of the Buxton's SUV with the rest of the luggage, and we set off. Lacking anything better to do, I turned on one of the videos my Keeper had made for me and fell asleep again to the sound of her voice, my nose buried in her comforting scent. ** I woke sometime later. A car door had closed. The car was not running. Soon the rear hatch opened, and luggage was pulled out. My crate was swung around so I could see out, and the first person I saw was my Keeper. I was bleary eyed, but the sight of her was reassuring. I heard her reassuring voice that everything was OK, and that I was home. She unlocked and opened the hatch in front, and reached in to clip my leash to my collar. She clipped the leash to something on the outside of the crate, keeping my face pressed up against the front, and then the crate was rotated again, so that the door was facing the back of the SUV. I heard it click open, and the tired voice of my Keeper reassured me and kept me calm as my ankles were clipped to my thighs. The leash was released from the front, and I was guided back, out of the crate, into the SUV. Joe was there, and lifted me down to the ground. Too tired to think, I just followed the pull of the leash into the house, and into a room near the entrance. A Pet cage was set up. I wasn’t going to argue, and started to enter the cage when my leash jerked back. I saw a cushioned changing pad on the tile floor which my Keeper was guiding me to. Realizing I’d be much more comfortable if the diaper I’d been wearing since Boston were removed, I went over and lay down. I cooperated as much as possible as she removed my sodden and leaky diaper and cleaned me up. I managed to not pee on her this time. I smelled the scent of… baby powder?… before the comforting bulk of a dry diaper was pulled up between my legs. Did I just think of a diaper as comforting? Whatever. I just wanted to go to back to sleep, and as soon as I was allowed I rolled over and entered the cage. I heard “Kennel Up”, but I was already halfway in. The door closed. My Keeper reached through a hatch to remove my leash. I lay down and quickly was back asleep again. Chapter 8: Awakening I woke early in the morning, my body still being on East coast time. I reached to put an arm over Karen as I did every morning, but only the feel of the leather restraints and the cold metal mesh side of the cage greeted me. It took me a second to figure out why I was in a cage, but at least this time I didn’t panic. The house was quiet and dark, and I rolled over onto my paws to look around. The cage I was in was very similar to JoJo’s cage, with narrowly spaced shiny metal bars all around. Maybe I could get a finger through the space between the bars… well, I could if my hand weren’t in the paws. I saw a few places where hatches could be opened at the top, and a little door in the door. The cage was pretty large, and I could turn around comfortably in it. If I sat back on my feet, my wet diaper and front paws on the floor of the cage, my head was just barely kept down by the mesh top of the cage. On the front door, I could see a padlock… I wonder why that was necessary? It’s not like I could get out… based on the design of JoJo’s cage, I knew that there was no way I was going to be able to manipulate the door latch from the inside. Looking out into the dim lighting of the room, lit by a nightlight by the door, I realized I was in what was probably a combination storage room and laundry. The door was open a little, but I couldn’t see out of the room. Stacks of dry goods from a warehouse store were piled against the far wall. Next to me was what I assumed was a washer or dryer… I couldn’t tell which from inside my cage. Through the mesh top of the cage I could see the changing mat that had been used last night, as well as two cases of diapers… one that I could barely read “Extended Wear” on the package, and one that read “Ultra Comfort for your Pet”. There were also a few bags that I couldn't tell what they held. My muzzle was still on, and I realized I was thirsty. I looked around the cage to see if there was a water bottle that I could use, but I didn’t see anything. And that was the end of what I could do. I lay back down, finding a comfortable position on the soft foam rubber bottom of the cage, and thought about my Keeper. I wanted to make her happy. As I thought happy thoughts about my Keeper, I felt warm and cozy, and drifted back to sleep, my diaper growing warmer. ** I awoke later to the creak of the room door being opened wider. I jumped up immediately when I realized it was my Keeper! “Hi, Pet. Have a good sleep?” She came in, and knelt down next to my cage. She opened the hatch in the front, and reached in to touch my face, and then scratch my head. I was so excited to see her, and I pressed my head forward into her touch, reveling in her scent. I felt my diaper getting warm, which I knew from classes was a normal Pet reaction to strong emotions. “If I take your gag out we need to stay quiet, OK? Everyone else is still sleeping I think. I missed you, though.” I nodded, and kept my head still as she pulled out the gag, but leaving my muzzle on. My first words were, “It’s good to see you, but I’m really thirsty.” She looked surprised, then looking at the cage realized I had no water. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I completely spaced on it last night. You had water in the crate, and I didn’t realize that Randy hadn’t added the water bottle to the cage. I’m so sorry, I’ll be right back.” Standing up, she took something off the top of the crate, and left the room. I heard water running, and then she returned with the water bottle. She slid it into a mount on the front of the cage beside the door, and a nipple protruded through to where I could reach it. I immediate drank half the bottle, as I felt her hand stroking the side of my head. “Dad asked our neighbor, Randy, to help get this set up last night before we got home. He has a pet of his own. Once everything was delivered Randy brought it in for us and got everything ready, so that when we got home last night we could just fall into bed and not have to worry about setting up your cage and everything.” "Ah. That explains it." I paused. "Can I ask you a question?" Jenn looked at me curiously. "Of course. What?" "What should I call you? I mean, JoJo called Angie by her name, but other Keepers like being referred to as just Keeper, or some other title. Do I call you Jenn? Or Jennifer? Or Keeper? Or something else?" She looked at me with her deep green eyes, and continued to stroke the side of my face, around the muzzle straps. "I'm not hung up on it. You can call me Jenn. Everyone else does." She paused. "To be honest, I have a problem with the way some Keepers treat the people they're Bound to. I don't like the idea that somehow you're my property, and that you'd have to address me some way to keep rubbing it in. You need me to keep you safe, and I have a need to keep you safe, but, well, you're not an animal. I want to care for you more than I've cared for anyone in my life, but I never wanted to own you, in the property sense. I still think that’s a little messed up." As she talked, I felt something building that I hadn’t felt yesterday. I wanted her badly. I felt lust. I wanted to mate. I turned my head, and could smell her on her hand. The smell was strong. I stuck out my tongue and licked her hand through the bars of the plastic muzzle. She jumped at first, pulling her hand away, but then laughed, as I realized that I could taste her on her hand. She stuck her hand back in and allowed me to lick her hand. It tasted amazing. I could feel the pressure in the metal chastity device that I was wearing grow. “I can… taste you? On your hand?” I immediately blushed and lowered my head. I couldn’t believe I had said that. I mean, I had basically just accused her of masturbating. Of course I had to go and say that right after her talk about how I wasn’t actually an animal, a sentiment that I very much appreciated, but was doing my best to undermine. She smiled. “I don’t know that much about Pets yet, but I do know that there is a strong physical attraction. Just thinking about you down here, in your cage… waiting for me…” She reached her hand into her pajamas, and pulled it back out. She stuck a finger through the front of my muzzle. Her scent was even stronger, and I eagerly licked her hand. She wiped another finger on the muzzle, right in front of my nose. “If you let me out… ” I said, but she gestured at the lock on the door. I laughed. "So the lock is not there to keep me in, really?" She smiled. "I think my Mom is a little worried about my control, never mind yours." “If you remove my muzzle, maybe I can get close enough… through the cage…” "I don't have the key to your muzzle either." "Wow, I think your Mom trusts you less than she trusts me!" I pressed my face up against the bars at the front, my tongue reaching out and just touching the bars of the cage through the muzzle, trying to get close to her. I could see my Keeper thinking about it, trying to figure out how to get us close enough. She closed the room door, and then dropped her pajama bottoms. I could see the neatly trimmed object of my lust. She tried a few positions, trying to position herself on the cage in a way that would give me access. I jammed my face against the cage, near wherever she was, trying to get close. She ended up with one leg on the top of the cage, the other on the floor, the top edge of my cage nestled in her mound. She was moving back and forth, moaning, as I excitedly tried to force my muzzled face as close as possible. I couldn’t quite get there, letting out what was best described as a frustrated whine. It didn’t take long before I sensed her tensing in an orgasm, her strongly scented juices running down the cage bars just out of my tongue’s reach. Then another orgasm. I was in pain as I strained in the metal cage on my genitals, and I yelped as I keep pushing toward her, driven by instinct to get to her. Her fingers were gripping the mesh of my cage, and I licked them, as close as I could get to her scent, as her orgasm rolled along. She paused suddenly, hearing a knock at the door, trying to control herself as the end of the orgasm rippled though her body. “Yes?” I heard her answer in a tentative, shaky voice. I was still trying to get my tongue to her as she paused there, a combination of yips, whines, and moans alternately escaping my mouth in my unabated excitement. “Are you decent?” I heard Karen’s voice. That caused me to pause a little. If my girlfriend caught me doing this… no, wait. That wasn’t right. I paused in confusion. Jenn was off the cage, pulling her pajama bottoms back up. “Uh… yes…" The door opened. “Ahem.” Karen was standing there. “I guess it was a good thing that we padlocked the cage, eh?” Jenn blushed. “Urm… yeah… I mean… well…” Karen smiled. “I know. I mean, I’ve heard Angie and JoJo when they are going at each other and… well, you have things in common with Angie. Let’s just say that I happen to know that she has a Pet gag that she bought for herself, so that she wouldn’t disturb Jeff and I... or the neighbors… or the whole county, really…” Jenn’s blush deepened. “I was… trying to be quiet.” Karen’s smile got bigger. “Well, I’m pretty sure Mom just hid the key to his chastity cage even better, if you know what I mean.” She looked over at me and her smile dropped. “What’s wrong, Je..JayJay?” I was shaking. On the one hand, the scent of my Keeper on my muzzle was driving me wild, and all I wanted to do was jump her and make like animals. On the other hand Karen was my girlfriend. Almost my fiancé. My conscious thinking about what activities were acceptable said that this was so completely unacceptable and wrong. My feelings tore at each other. I lowered my head. “I’m sorry Karen, but her scent… I can’t resist her.” Karen’s eyes softened in understanding. She came over and knelt in front of the cage, reaching through the still-opened hatch in the front door to stroke my face. She looked at Jenn. “Can you give us a moment?” Jenn nodded and left, closing the door behind her. Her voice was calm and kind, and she looked at me with caring eyes. “It’s OK. There’s no reason to be sorry, or ashamed. I still love you too, but it’s different now. You found your Keeper. I will still do everything I can to make sure you’re safe and happy, and I think you feel the same about me, right?” She paused and I nodded. “But Jennifer here is now your Keeper. You belong to her. You are owned by her. Her needs and thoughts should be first in your mind.” She was looking straight into my eyes, holding my head, and her message sank in. Both of us shed a tear. “I know, Karen, but… I still have a hard time thinking of you as anyone but the one I was going to marry.” Her face grew stern as she gathered her resolve. “I need to be clear, for the sanity of both of us. You are now a Pet. You’re my sister’s Pet. I won’t be marrying a Pet. I will love and care for that Pet, but that’s all you are now to me, alright? A loved Pet.” I knew this was true, but it hurt to hear. The pain was necessary, and I felt release from the mental anguish as she spoke the words that I knew to be true but couldn’t face. “We can still be good friends, right? Like JoJo and I?” “Even better. In time… well, we’re sisters. While she owns you, we share everything. And I know you have some… skills… that I’d hate to miss out on, if you know what I mean.” She showed me a large sly grin on her face, and my heart felt lighter. “We will be friends, and I love you, but as a Pet. You need to do what you need to do as a Pet as well, OK?” I nodded. “No, don’t just nod. Tell me that you understand in your own words.” My head bowed, I said the words. “I understand. I’m a Pet. We won’t be getting married, because I’m your sister’s Pet.” I looked up into her eyes and smiled. “But we will always be friends." She smiled, and put a kiss on her hand which she touched to my forehead. It was the best I could have asked for, and I smiled and relaxed. Karen opened the door, and Jenn was there waiting. “All better,” Karen told her, and gave her a hug. They came back into the room together. I looked up. “Could you… wash the muzzle and cage? I… can barely keep myself together.” Karen looked questioningly at me, while Jenn blushed. “Her scent… she wiped on my muzzle... so strong… please… I’m so excited it hurts.” Karen laughed while Jenn blushed a deep crimson..

I like happy endings.

I woke up quite a bit later, feeling much better. JoJo was still here. Her arm was draped over me, her leather-encased paw on my chest. I could feel her naked breasts on my back. Her diaper was pressed into mine. "You awake?” I asked quietly. “Yes.” She shuffled a little bit. “Thank you.” “For what?” “For being here. For your comfort. We’ve talked so many times, and I thought I understood what you were going through. But from here, it seems so different. Having you here helps a lot.” She lifted her head and leaned. I realized my muzzle was still on as I felt her lips on my cheek. “Pets get to have the best sex, you know. And whatever you can do within the restraints you’re placed in must be OK, right? And Angie put the two of us together. And I bet you haven’t been conditioned to not be able to open diaper tapes yet like I have… so…. how nimble are your teeth?” “They put some kind of cage on me. It hurts when I get excited. They said it was going to stay there until I was neutered!” JoJo pulled back in surprise, then pulled me back in to hold me closer. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know! It must be because you are a mixed gender Bond… that’s unusual. I wonder how that works?” “It doesn’t work so well for me, apparently.” “Oh. Yeah. Sorry.” We lay there, in silence, smelling each other and finding comfort in each other, for quite a while. ** I saw my Keeper and her family walking towards my cage, and I sat up, almost jabbing JoJo with my elbow by accident. I tried to apologize, but I was so excited to see my Keeper that I almost sat on her head with my diapered butt instead. I tried to calm down. My Keeper was laughing, along with Angie and the rest of her family. They seemed relaxed and happy. That was good. Seeing my Keeper happy made me feel happy. My Keeper attached my leash and opened the cage door, and I followed the leash’s gentle guidance out of the cage. I felt Jennifer reach down, and I realized she was checking my diaper. Jennifer stated the obvious. “He's not all that wet yet, but we need to change his diaper before the flight, right?” Angie nodded. "Yeah, definitely. Let’s go back to the room and get him changed and crated." I followed the guidance of my leash back to Room 3, where a disposable pad was waiting on the floor. My Keeper guided me onto the mat, where I rolled onto my back. Jennifer demonstrated her diaper changing skills, meeting with Angie’s approval on the second diaper she had ever changed. When she was done, I rolled back on all fours. Angie knelt down. She took my muzzled face in her hands. “I’m glad I got to know you as a human, and I’m glad I got to guide you through your first steps into Pet-hood. I truly hope you find peace in your new life, OK? And I really I hope your Keeper brings you to visit someday soon!” Leaning over, she kissed me on the forehead. “Thanks. Thanks for… well, thanks.” Was all I could muster. Angie nodded, and my Keeper led my by my leash over to the travel crate that she and her Sister had purchased earlier in the day. Only a little larger than the exam cage, it was mostly a blue plastic shell, with some air holes high on the sides and mesh doors on either end. The brand "Air Kennel" was embossed into the plastic on the side. Stickers reading "Live Animal This Side Up" were plastered on the side. As I was led to the open door of the crate, I saw that an absorbent pad had been placed on the floor. I got to the door, not wanting to go in. Angie handed my Keeper something red, and she bent down and clipped whatever it was to the muzzle, over my ears. “There’s a little video player in there. These headphones will let you hear the audio, OK?” Well that didn’t sound so bad. At least I’d be able to watch a movie or something on the flight. She took another object off the top of the crate and… oh. It was the silencer part of the muzzle. No more speaking. I heard “Kennel Up” from my Keeper, and Angie nodded approvingly that Jenn had remembered the command. I was almost all the way into the crate when I heard, “Stop”, so I did. I heard Jenn talking to Angie. “Should we loosen the leg restraints, at least? He’s going to be in there a long time, and I can’t imagine it will be comfortable for him.” Angie seemed to hesitate. “Well… I guess.. but be careful…” I felt something happening at my ankle, and then I realized that I could stretch out my leg for the first time in hours. Oh, it felt so good. And then the second ankle was free. I was free. I could be free. Without a conscious thought I pushed back with my arms, kicking back with my feet. They hit something soft that went ‘ooph’, but that meant I had more room behind me. As I moved back out of the cage as quickly as I could my head cleared the cage, and I saw the door of the room open just as Karen walked in. Seeing my chance, I jumped up, ready to run for the door. I was almost free! I would make it this time! I lunged forward. And then my leash went taut. I pulled at it, but whoever was holding it held firm. Then I heard an airy, “Stop. Stop JayJay, Stop.” It was my Keeper, but something was wrong. I stopped, and turned around. She was holding her ribs. I wanted to ask what had happened, but the gag prevented it. “Kennel up. Now. Kennel up.” The command was firm. I followed the pull of the leash back to the door of the crate, and went in. The door closed behind me. I heard Angie’s voice. “OK, he’s secure. Are you OK, Jenn?” “Ouch. I think so. He kicked me right in the gut. I don’t think anything is broken, though.” “Ow. I was nervous about releasing his legs… and that was why. It wasn’t his fault, you know. That’s why we need to keep Pets in restraints, especially when they’re newly Bound. It’s not for play. When you go to get him out, attach his leash to this clip here so he can’t get out of the crate until his legs are done back up.” I had hurt my Keeper? That was my fault? I started to panic. Hurting your Keeper was really, really bad! I didn’t need Pets*R*Us courses, or a college degree to figure that out. Obviously I had done it when I tried to run. I tried to apologize, but the silencer in the muzzle kept me silent. Worried, I tried to look around, but the solid blue plastic of the crate’s shell blocked most of my view. I could only see the open room door through the mesh in the front of the crate. There wasn’t enough room to turn around. Nothing else to do, I waited. I hoped my Keeper was OK. I tried to shift around, and found a position that wasn’t that uncomfortable. I heard voices talking, including my Keeper, but couldn’t make them out. This sucked. After a few minutes, a pair of legs, and then a face, appeared in front. It was my Keeper! “It’s OK, JayJay. I know it was a Pet instinct, and you didn't mean to hurt me. We’ll work on that in training, OK? You’re a Good Boy, and I’m glad I have such a Good Boy as a Pet. Now, I’m going to open the feeding door here, and take your leash, OK? Will you be a Good Boy?” The warm glow of knowing that my Keeper was OK, and that my Keeper thought I was a Good Boy was intense, and I just nodded. She produced a key, and used it to unlock a hatch at the bottom of the mesh door in front of me. Reaching in carefully, she unsnapped the leash and removed it, re-locking the hatch when she was done. I watched her legs walk away. ** A few minutes later, the crate began moving. I couldn’t see who was pushing me, but through the front mesh I could see as I was moved through the store, and back out the front door I had entered only a few hours before. I saw the shopping Keepers and their Pets, some glancing at me to see what a Pet had done to deserve being in a crate, rather than on a leash like a Pet should be. I saw JoJo, now in her regular position in the display cage at the front, but her back was to me and I lost sight of her before I could make eye contact. There was a taxi van waiting, flashers on, and the back doors open. My crate was lifted, and I was placed in the back. “Hold on a sec.” It was Angie’s voice. “Jenn, is that your suitcase?” “Yes, the small roller there.” “Do you have any dirty laundry?” “Uh… yes… why?” “If you take some things that have a strong scent of you, and place them in his crate, it will both calm him and help with the imprinting and Bonding.” “OK, sure. Just a second.” A pause, as I guessed she opened her suitcase and pulled out some clothes. “How about these?” Angie laughed. “Perfect. Exactly what I would have suggested.” There was some fumbling and then my crate was turned, so that Jenn could get to the front hatch again. The hatch was opened, and I tried to laugh as two pairs of Jenn’s panties, a t-shirt, and a bra were stuffed in and the hatch re-locked. A few hours ago the idea of having panties and a bra thrown at me would have had an entirely different meaning and outcome, but as I inhaled I could tell that Angie was right. The scent of my Keeper was like catnip. I could feel myself relax. I lay my head on the clothes and inhaled deeply. “Well, looks like he likes it.” My crate was turned back around so that the front of the crate was up against the back seat, and I couldn’t see anything. There were a bunch of noises as luggage was piled on top of my cage. I could hear my Keeper talking to her sister, mother, and father up front, doors closed, and then the van started moving. As I breathed in my Keeper’s scent, I realized how skilled Angie was with Pets, and how lucky JoJo was to have her. I also realized there was a good chance I might never see them again. If I ever got the chance, though, I’d have to find a way to show her my gratitude for what she had done today. I couldn’t image what would happen if the Bonding happened when there weren’t those around who could make sure that the Pet was handled safely and lovingly.

Hah, you're asking me? Aren't these the kinds of questions you should be answering in FaFoP, or a follow-on story? Here's my take... on the mitts, urm... there are air holes, and a washable lining... and the limb temperature is not as high as the core temperature... mumble mumble... yeah, that's it. The leg restraint situation, and in general why people would treat people they love as animals, is something that I have been struggling with. Here's my current take, but I admit that it's not well fleshed out. When the Bonding first started happening there was societal disruption. (I don't have an opinion on what actually causes it... I'll take your virus direction in FAFOP as a given...) People realized that as the number of Bound people grew... Pets in particular... society needed to make a choice about what to do with all the people that couldn't take care of themselves. As a whole, Society decided that rather than institutionalizing all the Pets, they'd go along with the direction that was already being adopted gradually by a segment of the affected population, which is that the Pet side of the Bound relationship was treated as, well, a pet. (I like your comment that the Keeper becoming an owner, and taking over all debts and assets, was something rushed through in a hurry by banks worried about mounting defaults as people were declared invalids. I like that.) Since they were strongly Bound to Keepers, who in turn were driven to care for the Pet, it seemed the more humane direction. What this meant was that the Pets were now being cared for by Keepers that were legally responsible for their health, and given that Pets are generally full grown adults, the strength of a Pet would be too great to easily control. Hence, there was a general agreement that the use of the restraints, along with items adopted from the non-human pet world, such as cages, crates, leashes, dog runs, etc., was an acceptable compromise. Without these physical restraints, Keepers wouldn't be able to keep the Pet safe, and society would have had to institutionalize a large number of Pets. The use of the animal equipment also allowed Pets to integrate better into society, such as shipping Pets on planes (they were already used to handling dogs), keeping them on leashes in public, using public dog runs in parks, setting expectations about Pets in restaurants, and so on. It's not that many people aren't a little bothered by the use of all the restraints, leashes, cages, etc., but when the alternative is taking the Pet away and putting them in an institution for care, society grudgingly agreed that this was the most humane way of handling a difficult situation. Angie touches on this in the story above... restraints are used to keep the Pet (and those around them) safe, which is the Keeper's job. They're seen as necessary given the situation. Since I see this story as happening some number of years after FAFOP, I think society has accepted this decision, most people have bought in, and society moved along with the new normal. (Or at least most of it... possible story ideas as PETHA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Human Animals) try to "restore the dignity" of Pets!) By the way, in my mind I don't see the Pet go through many physiological changes... the increased body temp to explain the lack of clothes, the incontinence to explain the diaper... but I don't envision muscular-skeletal changes that make them more able to walk on all fours. I just engage the suspension of disbelief here and pretend it's not a problem. If you can accept that a virus will cause two Humans to Bond and one of them to become a Pet... then you can accept that humans can adjust to walking on all fours without physiological changes. Also, I'm conveniently ignoring Kimmy's comment about them getting lighter... there are dog breeds that can weight in the range of a human adult, so it's not that big a deal. I just don't think it's necessary. By the way, I often think of the Pets not as walking always on their knees, sometimes lifting their knees and walking on their toes as well if the ankle/thigh restraints are a little looser... I guess in my mind it see it as faster. No, I've never been in that position, so I have no idea what I'm talking about! Another question I've been struggling with is what percentage of the population is Bound, one way or the other. As I think about it, I think 25% is too high... the societal impact of having 12.5% of the population randomly become dependent I think is too high. I think 10% is a better number... so 5% of the adult population is a Pet... 1 in 20... enough that it's commonplace enough for society to need to adapt, but not so common that it rips society apart. I think I'll go back and update my story to reflect that... (OK, this is half a story right here....:)

Thanks for all the feedback. I'm honored that some of my favorite writers are reading my little story. I see this as taking place some time after the FAFOP stories, by the way... in that the Pet phenomenon is accepted and normalized in society, and there is a robust infrastructure in place to support it. I am intentionally staying away from 'How did it happen', but I think in my mind some evil government research lab created a virus that was intending to either make their own population more subservient, or to make another country's society fall apart... depending on which conspiracy theory you believe... and it was released accidentally and spread... and everyone adapted. At the point this story takes place, it's just a fact of life, to the point where an advertising point for a major airline is, "Pets Fly Free!" I have a lot of chapters written that do address the flight, doctor visit, training, and so on. Just need to finish editing and get them out! ----------------- My Keeper led me through the door and to the front of the room. The cage was there, still open, but someone had been by to clean it up. My clothes were gone, and there was a fresh clean disposable pad at the bottom. I started to climb the ramp, but I stopped when Angie laughed. "It's OK, JayJay, you're not going in a cage. Let's all sit down over here at the desk." She grabbed two chairs, and brought them over to the desk where a stack of pamphlets and binders waited. "You can just clip his leash to the ring here, and let him sit beside you." Taking the cue, I sat next to Jenn's chair as I heard the click of my leash being secured to the desk. I felt warm and cozy as she scratched my head. "Good boy." Oh, I loved to hear that. I put my head on the side of her leg, feeling her warmth on the side of my face. "OK, so we have a few hours now. Since we couldn't get you into that course tomorrow, I'm going to give you the personal, express version, OK? The good news is that I know Je...JayJay has taken these classes several times... since I get paid by the attendee, I got them to attend whenever the class seemed small. Now, I know that most people who take the class Unbound... not a Keeper or a Pet yet... assume that they are learning the Keeper role. Right JayJay?" I didn't move, as I didn't want her to stop petting me, but I replied, "Well, yeah." "So you'll be... looking at it from a different perspective today, but you can still help your Keeper, right JayJay?” I nodded, moving my heard against my Keeper’s hand. "OK, so first class. We call this class, 'So, you have a new Pet. What now?'. It's intended to be a two hour class for new Keepers and their Pets, but we're going to do it in..." She glanced at her watch... "One hour. While I know it might be fast, JayJay knows the material, Karen knows the material, and most of the class is actually available as video on the web. But it has some critical things to set you both up for success, and that's what I want to focus on. OK?" Jenn nodded. I nodded. "Let's get started then. JayJay, what's the Keeper's job number one? JayJay?" "A Keeper's first job is to keep the Pet safe," I responded confidently. "Right. Jenn, say it with me. A Keeper's first job is to keep the Pet safe. Again. A Keeper's first job is to keep the Pet safe. Good." Angie looked Jenn in the eyes. "If you remember this, the rest is easy. Normally we go over the history of why there are Pets and Keepers, but we don't have time. If you're not familiar, you can read about it later. But the important thing to remember is that Pets will make bad decisions, that could cause harm to themselves or others. It's not like they want to hurt others, but something in their brain has changed that makes them often not consider, or disregard, the consequences of actions. Therefore, as a Keeper, it's your job to keep them safe. If we didn’t have the Pet/Keeper dynamic, we’d have a significant portion of the population that we’d need to institutionalize… and we as a society have decided that this is a better, more loving, and ultimately more humane way of handling it. So, your ethical, and legal, responsibility is to keep him safe. How do we do that, JayJay?" I sighed. "Physical restraint, psychological control, and training." Angie smiled. "You're a good student." Looking back at Jenn, she continued, "Physical restraint is used to make sure that they cannot make a choice that will cause harm to themselves or others. We use leashes, cages, muzzles, paws, and so on, particularly in the early phases, to remove the opportunity to make a bad decision. It's important that you realize that restraints are not a punishment. We don't use them because he did something wrong. We use them as a tool, to help keep him from doing something wrong. OK?" Jenn nodded. "We'll go into the use of restraints a little bit later. They're very important, especially in these early phases where the second two controls are not as well established yet." "The second is psychological control. You and he are Bound. You're linked in a way that is very, very powerful. You feel it as a need to control him, and he feels it as an intense need to be controlled, to do what pleases you, and a joy and a warmth when he feels your approval. As you learn how to control it, and how to use it as part of the training, which is the third part, your Bond will increase in strength and it will make you both feel warm and happy. Most of the classes that you really need to take are for you, as Keeper, to learn how to effectively wield this psychological control in a safe, caring, and effective way. We'll get a good introduction to this today, but you should take more advanced classes as soon as you can. Karen is also really knowledgable here, by the way." "And then training, which I mentioned was the third part. This is longer term, and is based on the psychological control part. You can train him to stay in safe areas of the house, or help out with chores, or other things that will both reduce the need for the restraints, as well as make the day to day living together easier. We will just touch on this today… it’s a big topic. OK?" "OK, the last part of keeping your Pet safe is keeping him healthy." Angie spread out a disposable pad on the floor near me. "JayJay, would you lay down on your back on here for me?" I looked at my Keeper, and when she smiled and nodded I lay down and rolled over on my back on the pad. The jingle of registration tags on my collar, the leash jingling against the desk and floor, and the crinkle of my wet diaper all echoed in my ears in the quiet room. "So, changing diapers..." I became aware of the thick mass between my legs. I hadn't noticed before, but now that I was laying on my back and the wet diaper was on top of me I was clearly wet. Very wet. "OK, we put this one on him when he was in the cage, so the tapes are under him. So..." She pulled a pair of scissors from the drawer, and sliced both sides of the diaper. "Now, take this new diaper, and ask him to lift up. This is one of those trust things by the way... while he won't hurt you on purpose, he might not think about the implications of flopping back down on your hands if you tickle him accidentally, for instance. You should look him in the eyes, and gently talk to him, reminding him keep his bottom up." Jenn slid the new diaper under, and then at the same time pulled the wet diaper off. Suddenly, I felt a cold draft down below, and I jumped, dropping back down and curling up. At the same time, I felt a warm rush, and relaxed. Jenn jumped back in surprise, and Angie laughed, pulling the front of the new diaper up between my legs to contain the yellow fountain. "That's a pretty common male reaction. If he gets cold down there, I think they think it would help to warm things back up. You should be ready to get him covered quickly. After a few seconds, Angie cautiously lifted the front of my diaper. "Now you can clean him up a little. Take one of these wipes, and try to get in all the cracks and such... good..." "Should we get a dry diaper?" "Nah, it's going to be wet in a few minutes anyway, so why waste it." Great, I was going from a wet diaper to a wet diaper. Well, probably not the right thing to argue about. I stayed silent. Jenn pulled the front up, and fastened the tapes with some guidance from Angie about how to position them so that the diaper would stay tight and leak-free. "Good enough for now. Karen can help you here as well. For that matter, they were both pretty good at changing JoJo’s diapers. Now, every once in a while, if your Pet has a little funky smell, it doesn't hurt to wash him down with a warm cloth... but we'll skip that for now." She checked her class agenda. "OK, we can sit back in the chairs again and get off this floor." They got up and sat back in the chairs, while I rolled to my... well.. paws, and moved back to my spot next to my Keeper. "Feeding. Also important, of course. A Pet has a much higher metabolism, and will have different dietary needs. Most of them still prefer the taste and variety of human food, but that should be a very rare treat, as it often disagrees with their digestion and... well, the diaper changes after will keep you from feeding them too much human food, if you know what I mean. So, I suggest staying with one of the various Pet food options... I use Pet Chow with JoJo." She continued on about how much to feed me, based on weight, and so on. She checked her agenda. "OK... introduction, check. Health and diapering, check. Feeding, check." She looked at me. "JayJay, am I missing anything?" I thought about it. "Clothing?" "Ah, right. Pets don't need clothes. You know that, right?" Jenn frowned. "Well, I hadn't really thought about it... I mean, sometimes I see Pets wearing clothes and sometimes not." "So, the metabolism of a Pet changes quickly. His body is much warmer now. Unless it's below 35 degrees or so, you don't need to give him any clothes for warmth reasons. And if you do give him clothes, you need to make sure they are Pet-appropriate, and won't cause him to overheat. The biggest reason that Pets wear clothes is for sun protection outside, or if it's really, really cold, like freezing. Occasionally if you go to someplace like a fancy restaurant, they may want the Pets clothed so that everyone doesn’t have to stare at a naked body in a diaper while they eat… depends on the place. Also, some female Pets are more comfortable wearing a bra-like harness to support their breasts, but that's not a problem for you. And of course some Keepers just like the look of a clothed Pet better. So whatever you want is fine, but just be careful of what you put on him and make sure he's not overheating. Especially if he’s gagged he might not be able to tell you." Jenn nodded. "OK, makes sense." "Anything else before we move to restraints?" Jenn shook her head. Angie looked at me, and I shook my head. "OK then." She pulled out a class pamphlet. "So, as I said, the purpose of restraints is to keep him from doing something that you, as Keeper, don't want him to do. Restraints shouldn't be used as a punishment, partly because you want him to be cooperative in the use of the restraints as something in his own best interest, and also because... well, I think it's just wrong." "Makes sense." "So, the kinds of restraints he's wearing now... the Paws, which just a specific brand of the generic term of mittens, are a big part of keeping him out of trouble. Many Pets grow out of them in time, but often a Pet never gets to the point that you can let them go without the mitts. As an example, it took a year of the hypnotic training before I could trust that JoJo didn’t need to wear the mitts, and I still have her wear them occasionally. There is a lining inside, so when he’s in his cage you can remove the mitts and wash the lining. That’s an every few days thing, more often if he’s sweating a lot. Questions?” Jenn shook her head. “The leash and collar. The collar both marks him as a Pet, and provides a powerful control point. The leash keeps him from going where he shouldn't. You need to be very careful about pulling hard on the leash… his throat is not as strong as, say, a dogs, so the use of the leash should be firm, but never yanking. OK?” Another nod. “I know we’re going fast, but we have a lot to cover. Alright, the muzzle. The muzzle keeps him from getting into trouble with his mouth. The obvious thing is biting, but it also keeps him from eating things he shouldn’t. If he’s sexually excited, in particular, the muzzle will keep him from putting his nose and mouth where it doesn’t belong, if you know what I mean…” Jenn smiled. The sexual energy of a Pet was well know, of course. “The gag is… well, frankly the gag is a convenience for us. Sometimes Pets just want to talk, or yell, or generally make a nuisance of themselves. The gags just help keep the racket down. It’s the only restraint item that I can think of offhand that isn’t about keeping a Pet safe, it’s just for our benefit.” Angie laughed a little. "They’re also highly recommended during sexual activity if there is anyone living within, say, ten miles. I feel a little bad when I use it on JoJo, but, well, as a Keeper sometimes you need to do what you need to do.” "The paws on his legs keep him down, where there is less ability for him to get himself into trouble in the first place, and makes the other restraints more effective. None of these are to punish you, right JayJay? They're there to keep you from doing something that would cause harm to yourself or others. Same philosophy on the diaper, by the way. Many new Pets find having to wear a diaper humiliating, or think it's a punishment. It's not a punishment... they can't control themselves, so we use this to help them." "OK, so you have all these. Let me go over some other restraints that might be helpful. If you want, we can order these now, and I can have a local store deliver them to you today, so that they're waiting for you tonight. First, a cage. Almost all Pets have a cage at home, and you should get one quickly." "Isn't that a cage?" Jenn, asked, gesturing at what she and Karen had bought previously. "No, that's a crate. It's much smaller, and is designed for travel. You can see that there are only a few wire mesh areas where he can see out, and he won't be really comfortable in there for extended periods of time. But, it meets the airline size requirements, and provides these food and water feeders that are designed to work with the muzzle he's wearing." "OK, so we need another cage too? Like the cage on the platform there?" "No, that's an exam cage. It's designed to keep the Pet from being able to move around much, while providing lots of access so you can work on him. What you want is something like this." She showed Jenn something on the table, but I couldn't see. "This is like the cage I have for JoJo. Ideally you want one large enough for the Pet to turn around in, and even stretch out in, so that you can leave them there when you go to work, for example. A bored Pet wandering around the house can get into a lot of trouble." "OK, is that a good one? Should I just order that?" Angie thought. "Hold on a minute." She left, and my Keeper leaned over and looked at me, rubbing the back of my neck. "How are you doing? We haven't really gotten to talk yet, just us. I've never really even talked to a Pet before, you know. I...well, this is all new for me." I laughed a little. "Well, I have to say it's new for me too. We'll figure it out. It's not going to be easy for me, but... well... you should talk to Karen. She knows me well... I guess you could say... and she's also very good with JoJo. I hope that she'll be good to me." I looked up at her. "I'm worried that Karen will feel betrayed by me, or jealousy towards you... I don't know. I don't know what she's thinking. But I hope you talk to her." She scratched me a little harder, and I put my head on her lap, turning my neck into the scratch. The touch from my Keeper was, well awesome. I couldn’t get enough of it. "We talked at lunch, a lot. She's OK. She knows it was not a choice, and she still loves you and wants you to be happy, and she's my sister of course, so...it will be different now, but I think she'll be OK. And yes, I think she'll be a very helpful." Angie came back in, with JoJo on a leash, which she clipped to the same ring as my leash was attached to. JoJo smiled at me, giving me a little peck on the cheek, around the muzzle straps. "I didn't get to do that before." I tried to reciprocate, but the muzzle got in the way. "I brought JoJo here because she often helps customers pick out products, based on her experience. Since JayJay isn't as directly familiar yet, I though JoJo could help. JoJo, tell Jenn about cages." JoJo gave a quick rundown of what she liked, and didn't like about cages. Ease of getting in and out. Visibility to know what's going on outside the cage. Feeding options. The comfort of the floor. Someone who wasn't a Pet, who hadn't spend a significant part of their recent lives in a cage, would probably not have thought of these things. Jenn looked at the options, and showed JoJo one of the cages. "Does this look good?" JoJo looked at it and smiled. "That's a good one. I can't say you'll love it, JayJay, but it's at least the best of a bunch of bad options, from the point of view of this end of the leash." Angie marked it down. "OK, next. Transport Harness. These will allow you to easily bring him in a car, when there isn't room for a crate. JoJo?" JoJo frowned. "They're all horrible, especially for those of us with breasts. Not your problem, I know, but there is a strap that runs through your crotch that I bet will more than make up for it. Get the PetCare SoftHarness. You can also use it when you're out for a walk, out on the pet run." Angie looked at Jenn, who marked it down. “Since JoJo brought it up, Pet runs. I heard from your Dad that the house in California has a pretty good size yard. A Pet run is an overhead wire with a little sliding thing, so that you can give him access to a bigger part of the yard and let him get some exercise without you having to jog alongside holding his leash. JoJo is right... since it's overhead we suggest clipping the leash on the run to a harness, so if the Pet gets hung up they don't choke. These are pretty cheap, and there's not a lot of difference. I'll add one. She glanced down at the desk. "That's kind of the important stuff, although there are all sorts of changing tables, outdoor Pet houses, chair harnesses, and so on, but you can figure that out later. Just remember... what's the purpose of a restraint?" "To keep the Pet from harming themselves or others." JoJo, Jenn, and I all said it at the same time. "Do we use restraints to punish?" Angie followed on. "No!" "What is the Keeper's first job?" "To keep a Pet safe." "Good job, all." Just then the door slammed. JoJo and I both jumped up and tried to run. JoJo, being more practiced, made it to the end of her leash before she was stopped short. I, on the other hand, was not used to wearing the Paws, and tried to stand up. Instead I managed to turn head over heels, rolling around and trying to get away. I was panicking. I had to get away. I rolled onto my paws, and continued to try to scramble away, the leash now holding me back. I heard my Keeper's voice, loud and commanding. "Stop." I stopped. "Come here." I turned back, and slowly made my way be to her chair. "Sit." I arranged myself as I'd seen JoJo do in the past, kneeling, my head my Keeper's lap. My heart was still pounding, but my Keeper was right here, and I'd be OK. She stroked my head. I could feel myself relaxing. I could feel a significant warmth in the front of my diaper. Yuk. Angie was doing similar with JoJo. JoJo had recovered much faster, but wasn't one to pass up using the opportunity to get some attention from her Keeper. "And the cleaning folks have just given us an opportunity to illustrate why the proper use of restraints is important. As you can see, they sometimes lose control. Until they are brought back under control, they are acting on instinct, and that is usually a bad thing. The restraints are there to keep bad things from happening until you, as Keeper, can get their mind straight again. Ok?" Jenn nodded, still stroking my head. I was relaxed now. Jenn's scent was strong, and I got strength from it. "Also, notice that the leash really took a pull there. I see some people just loop a leash over a chair, or put the Pet in a cage and don't fully latch it. When the leash is really needed, for instance, you had better be holding it properly, or have it attached to something that will at least slow them down a lot. If they're in a cage, make sure they can't just force the door open. If a restraint is designed to be locked, lock it. If you take the role of restraints as to keep them from harm, then the best restraints are those that are well applied, correctly used, and inescapable. Right, JoJo." JoJo nodded, and looked at me. "As a Pet, it actually helps a lot when you know the restraints are firm and inescapable. When you know that you are physically prevented from doing anything wrong, and that your Keeper cares enough to make sure you can't do something harmful or bad, then it's a warm, relaxing, comfortable feeling. I don't necessarily LIKE being restrained all the time, but... well, not being in restraints isn't all that good either." My Keeper nodded. "Makes sense, and also makes sense why we're keeping JayJay here in all these restraints, especially while he gets used to this." She looked at JoJo. "Can I trust a Pet to know when more or less restraint is OK? When they need more restraint, or when they can be trusted with less?" JoJo's cute laugh gave the answer. "If a Pet wants more restraint, then yes, you should listen to them. Often, it will make them more comfortable, if they are feeling anxious or uncertain. On the other hand, sometimes I will ask for less restraint because I think I might be able to get away with something." She smiled up at Angie. "My Keeper is very good at knowing what I'm up to, though. She almost never listens to me if I ask for less restraints." "Thanks for being honest!" Jenn replied with a grin. "That makes a lot of sense." "So that's the quick summary of restraints." She went to the door, and waved over another sales associate. Gesturing at the paper she handed them, then us, she thanked the associate and returned. "Sheila will get those things ordered, and we'll have them delivered to your California house today. They should be waiting when you arrive. Believe me, JayJay, you'll welcome that cage after spending the flight in the crate." "Yay." was all I could muster. "The introductory course is done. We're going to make the most of the time we have remaining by introducing you to as much of the psychological aspect as I can. This is not something that is an hour class and done, though... this is something you will need to sign up for other courses. As a Keeper, understanding how to be the best Keeper you can is one of the best things you can give your Pet. OK? OK." Angie started to give the same speech I'd heard several times while attending classes. How the Pet's brain was primed to respond to their Keeper's words. How the commands went to the base instincts, so they should be the "Four C's: Concise, Clear, Calm, and Consistent". How to put the Pet in a trance to receive more complex and longer lasting instruction, which Angie had my Keeper try a few times until she was comfortable with it. There wasn’t much for me to do while Angie instructed Jenn, and I didn’t remember anything while I was in the trance, so mostly I sat there and thought about what was happening, and tried to come to terms with the new direction my life was taking. It wasn't that long, though, before I was starting to feel the drain of the day, and I was noticeably tired. Angie and Jenn agreed that everyone’s brain was full and they had covered enough. My Keeper unhooked my leash, and I was led back to the cage in the store. I didn't even care at this point, though; I just wanted to sleep. I went straight to the cage, waited for my Keeper to open the door, climbed in, and lay down. Angie started to put JoJo in the cage next to me, but then paused. "Jenn, do you mind if JoJo and JayJay are in the same cage? Store policy prohibits it without explicit consent from both Keepers, so if it's OK I need you to say you agree to it." "Urm, if you think they'll be OK... then... sure. I agree." JoJo immediately hopped out of her cage, and into mine. As tired as I was, I just enjoyed the feeling as she cuddled up, spooning me with her diaper pressed into mine, and her scent, familiar but stronger than I remembered, comforting me as I drifted off.

Done. Thanks!

Hah, interesting thought! This was supposed to be a more caring and loving story within the Keepeverse, though, so I was trying to keep it happy... It's supposed to turn out for the better for all. Hope you enjoyed it!

Another side story in the Keeperverse. This is a one-shot that came to me while I was reading a story about a different kink. Be careful what you wish for! -- She lay her head on her friends leg, as they lay on the couch watching TV. Her name was Katherine, but everyone called her Kat, or Kitty. Breaking five feet only when she stood tall, her button nose and large warm brown eyes defined the stereotype of what most people would call a "cute Pet". She wasn't Bound as a Pet though, despite her best efforts, and everyone's expectations, so she lay here with her best friend Kelsey. They had moved in together a year ago, when tragedy had struck and Laurie, who had been Kelsey's pet since they had been Bound during their senior yet of high school to years ago, had passed away from a fast-moving breast cancer that had been caught too late. Today was one year from her passing, and Kat and Kelsey were sharing a glass of wine in Laurie's memory. Kelsey had had a rough time over the last year... the Bind between a Keeper and a Pet was very strong, and when it is severed through tragedy it can wreck the heart of the survivor. Luckily, Kelsey had Kat around to help support and strengthen her, and she had made it through the year. "Kelsey, can I ask you something?" Kat's heart thudded in her chest. She had been over this conversation a million times in her head, but she wasn't sure how it was going to go. Only one way to find out. She had to try. "What if... I mean... could I... would it help..." Well, this was off to about the worst possible start. "Start over. Let me just say it. I'd like to pretend to be your Pet. For like a week, or something." Kelsey didn't kick her off her lap. She didn't even say no. She looked at Kat with a little surprise. "You want to pretend to be my Pet? I can't say I'm surprised though... Ever since I caught you wearing one of Laurie's diapers... it was so big on you!" Kat, seizing the opportunity, jumped in. "I think we could take a vacation... somewhere no one knows us... and I think that I've figured out how to get a registration. I mean, I work at the Department of Pet Registration. We don't even have to do it the whole time... if it doesn't work out for either of us, we just stop... and enjoy a vacation together." Kelsey didn't say anything, so Kat pressed on, her voice gentle. "It's been a long time since you've had a vacation. I have the money saved up; I can pay for the whole thing." Kelsey actually smiled. "You're going to pay for the whole vacation? Let's go to Hawaii then!" "...Really?" Kat couldn't believe that Kelsey had agreed, to the vacation at least. "Really. And you don't have to pay for the whole thing. You're right, I need a vacation, and I've got more than enough time and money saved up. We'll have to talk about... your request... but let's do the vacation either way." Kat hugged Kelsey. "Thank you! I'll start planning. When can we go?" It only took a few days before the vacation was scheduled, vacation time at work arranged, flights purchased, an AirBnB house rented, and shopping for new vacation clothes commenced. It was a few days later, while they were having dinner together while sitting on the couch in the living room watching something on the TV, when Kelsey brought Kat's request back up. "I've been thinking about what you said." At first, Kat was confused. "What I said? When?" "When you suggested the vacation. About wanting to be my Pet. I thought about it, and I'm OK with it. It will be on my terms, though... and that means it will be the whole time, no exceptions. You want to be a Pet? You'll be my Pet from the moment we get to the rental house until we leave. I'll give you a list, and you will need to buy everything on it and have it delivered to the rental house before we get there. Also, you'll need to do whatever registration trick you were talking about so that you are legal. Deal?" Kat was stunned. "Uh, yeah, of course. That's what I wanted, exactly." She smiled and jumped up, realizing her wish was about to come true, if only for a week. She hugged Kelsey. "Thank you thank you thank you!" Kelsey handed cat a handwritten list. Here's your shopping list. I've already talked to the owner, and you can have it all shipped there. He's already got a bunch of Pet equipment there, so you only need what's on the list." Examining the list, Kelsey saw most of what she expected. Restraints, including paws and a muzzle with a gag. Diapers. A leash. A collar. The words 'Registration tags' were underlined twice. The next two weeks were spent on the shopping. Kat went to several local Pet stores, posing as someone looking to buy gifts for a friend who had just become a Keeper. The sales people, after being told that her friend's new Pet was the same size Kat was were more than happy to help her try on the equipment, to make sure everything fit, and then set up a delivery to the address in Hawaii. She even bought diaper samples and spent time wearing each one around the house, looking for what was comfortable. The registration part was easy. While registering a human Pet was an involved process, requiring blood samples and notification of the Pet's family, registering a real animal pet was easy, and the resulting tags and computer records were pretty much the same. So, Kat registered a cat to Kelsey, named, of course, Kat, and took the resulting tags and paperwork home and handed them proudly to Kelsey. The day of the flight, Kat was beside herself in excitement. She wasn't bringing a suitcase at all... Kelsey had reassured her that she wouldn't need anything, being that she would be acting as a Pet the whole time. The flight passed slowly, as Kelsey sat next to Kay, possessively holding her hand, getting her used to the idea of being under Kelsey's control. When the plane landed, as the luggage passed through the arriving luggage scanning portal, an alert buzzer sounded. The tired animal quarantine worker examined the alert and the bag that had caused it. While he has being told that there was a cat in the bag, the luggage in front of clearly had no cat. He could dig in the luggage to figure out why he had been alerted, or... he pushed the 'OK' button. Kelsey collected the 'clearly not containing a cat' bag from the luggage belt. A quick stop at the rental car counter, and they were on their way. Kat's excitement was growing by the minute, and she was almost bouncing up and down on the seat. Kelsey smiled, enjoying her close friend's obvious happiness and anticipation. It would be nice to have a Pet again, even if were a pretend Pet, just for a while. They finally pulled up to the house, a beautiful ocean front property full of greenery. Kat started to run inside to see the place before she heard a commanding "Stop". Even not being bound, Kelsey's voice was a powerful one, and Kat stopped. "Wait here, in the car. I'm going to get a few things. As I promised, you'll be in Pet mode the whole time, until we leave. OK?" Kat nodded, and sat back down in her seat in the car. Kelsey took her suitcase inside while Kat waited and drank in the view of the ocean in front of them. A few minutes later, Kelsey returned. She was carrying a large bag. "OK, get in the back seat, and strip." Kat had known the moment was coming, but she had never been naked in front of her friend. The personal boundaries in the apartment they shared had always blocked that. With a mix of embarrassment and excitement, Kat moved to the large back seat, and took her clothes off. Shoes, socks. The dress she was wearing. Her bra. Her underwear. As she removed each item, it disappeared into a bag that Kelsey held. "Lay back." Kat lay back and felt the bulk of a diaper being placed under her, and then pulled up between her legs. It felt... heavenly. It was real. She wasn't just trying a diaper on, or playing in the apartment for an hour. She was going to get to be a Pet. "Ok, sit up, and let's get you into your restraints." As Kat sat up, she heard the crinkle of the fluffy diaper, and pressed in pleasing ways on her excited crotch. She sat up. First one hand was fully inserted into the mitt, which went up to mid-arm and locked, and then the other. With the mitts on, she knew she was committed. When the paws were put on her feet, keeping her ankles near her thighs, she wriggled around a little. She felt exactly like she had imagined, restrained, but comfortable. She was getting very, very turned on. "Almost done. Any last words?" Kat shook her head, and Kelsey placed the muzzle, with it's gag to keep her silent, on her face, pulling the straps firmly and locking them. Last came the collar. It was a beautiful pink leather collar, and Kelsey had attached the registration tags to the locking buckle. They jingled lightly as the collar was fit around her neck and locked. She closed her eyes. It was done. She felt something attach to the front of her collar. "Heel." She was pulled forward, out of the SUV, landing somewhat ungracefully on the ground. Ungainly at first, not used to walking on all fours, she followed her friend into the house. It was beautiful, but she had little time to examine it as they passed through and out to the back yard, near the ocean. There was a fenced area, and Kat soon found herself in the pen. Kelsey bent down, her face at the level of Kat's face. "I'm going to settle in. You should relax, and practice moving in the restraints, OK? Oh, and don't forget, you should use your diaper often so you get used to it. I'll bring a water bottle so you stay hydrated." Kat didn't have a choice, really, so she nodded, and Kelsey went back in the house. The next two days were filled with new experiences for Kat, and familiar comforts for Kelsey, as they got used to acting as a Keeper/Pet pair. Kat got into the role quickly and easily, learning to walk comfortably on her leash at Kelsey's side. Kat spent nights in the Pet cage that was in the house, while Kelsey enjoyed the comfortable bed. Kelsey didn't give Kat any chance to back out, not that Kat would have taken it even if offered. On the third day, they were walking past a local golf course. Kat was on a short leash which was clipped to Kelsey's belt, so that Kelsey could use her phone to play her games while on a walk. Kat was, as was normal, muzzled and gagged, kept at a tight heel by the leash. Suddenly, there was a 'thunk', and Kelsey dropped. A golf ball landed next to her. Kat started screaming, trying to determine if Kelsey was OK, but through her gag only faint noises were audible. She couldn't help, bound as she was, her short leash still attached to Kelsey's belt. Some people came running, yelling "Call an ambulance!" Someone unhooked her leash and moved her away as she tried to get closer to her friend, clipping her leash to a fence pole ten feet from her fallen friend, out of the way. She couldn't see what was happening through the people. Soon the ambulance showed up. They put her on a stretcher, and Kat was glad to see that they didn't pull the sheet all the way over her. Someone finally looked in Kat's direction. "What about her Pet?" One of the EMTs looked back has Kelsey's stretcher was pushed into the ambulance. "We have a Pet cage in here. Bring'er over." Kat soon found herself in a small cage at the front of the ambulance. No one had talked to her or ungagged her to ask her anything about her friend but... then again, she was just supposed to be a Pet. The hospital was a frantic whirlwind of activity, and Kat was left in her cage as Kelsey was whisked off. A few minutes passed until a young woman approached wearing a 'Pet Comfort Volunteer'. "Hi dear, I'm here to help you. Your Keeper is being sent into surgery, but she's going to be OK. I'm going to bring you down to our Pet kennel here in the hospital, where you can be taken care of until you can be with your Keeper again. OK?" Kat nodded. Not like she had a choice. The volunteer opened Kat's cage and attached a leash to her collar. Kat was led through the ER, through a maze of hallways, down a floor, another maze of hallways, until they arrived at a door labeled, 'Pet (Human) Care Center and Kennel'. The waiting room had a number of cages, a few of them containing Pets. The volunteer walked Kat over to one and opened it. Kat entered, and the cage door was closed. "Someone will be here to help you in a while, OK? I'm sure everything will be OK." Thirty minutes passed, and Kat's diaper was wet and getting wetter. Someone in pink scrubs came into the room and took the other Pets one by one through the far door. Eventually it was Kat's turn. The woman in pink came to her cage, and opened a hatch. She allowed the leash to be attached to her collar before the cage door was opened and she could get out, following the firm tug of the leash through the doors. She was led to what looked like a silver cage with a lot of hatches, and obediently entered. The woman pressed a button, and the cage raised up to table height. "OK, who do we have here?" The woman pointed a device at Kat's neck, but nothing happened. "No chip? Unusual. Well, you do have tags on at least," the volunteer said mostly to herself. As she came around to the front of the cage, Kat saw her name tag. "Brandy - Pet Care Services". Brandy opened a hatch in the front, turning Kat's registration tags so she could read the number. "780-234-1285" She wrote the number on a pad, and went over to a computer. She typed the number in. "Are you Kat?" She looked at Kat. Kat nodded, fearful of what she would find in the record. "OK, your Keeper is... right, ok, she's in recovery. Looks like her status is good, by the way, but I'm sure they'll give her some rest for a day or two before release. But you'll be OK, right?" Kat nodded. "OK, this is weird. Your registration lists you as a cat. Kat, cat. Funny. Someone was joking around I think. It also shows that you came into Hawaii on Sunday, and since you're here and not in a quarantine kennel on Oahu I will assume that you are not a cat. Also, you don't look like a cat. The good news is I can fix this..." Kat wasn't sure what to think. She had found the false record... but... she was ignoring the fact that it said that she was a cat, and just fixing it? Kat knew that Brandy must have some serious permissions within the registration system if she could 'just fix that'. It made her nervous. "OK, this is really weird. There must have been some sort of computer glitch. All you blood test records and such are gone. I think somehow your record and a cat's got intermixed. Well, I can fix that too. We deal with a lot of newly bound here." At this point, Kat just wished Brandy would transition to an internal monologue so that she wouldn't know just how screwed she was. She felt a prick as a blood sample was taken. Now she was really going to be marked as a Pet. She started to panic. This couldn't be happening. How could she go back to normal life after vacation when she was legally marked as a Pet? She started to hyperventilate. Brandy noticed and came over, stroking her head. "I know you're worried about your Keeper... it's OK, she's going to be fine, and soon you'll be back together as Pet and Keeper forever, right?" Kat's eyes got wide. Forever? Pet? That wasn't what she wanted! Brandy went around behind the cage, and suddenly she felt a cold draft as her diaper fell away. She blushed... only Kelsey had ever seen her like this. She felt a cold wipe on her crotch, and then the warm dry bulk of a diaper much thicker than what she had been wearing was taped between her legs. "OK, I'm all done with you. Since you're going to be with us for a little while we have a nice comfortable kennel run open right now, so I'm going to put you over there." Her leash was reattached, the cage door opened, and she was led firmly to a wire door, which was opened. She was guided inside, and her leash removed. The door closed, and clicked. "There is food and water here in these nipples that you can get to through your gag. Relax. Good girl." Now she was in trouble. Kat was only there for about a day before Brandy came in. Rather than her every-few-hours diaper change and feeding, this time she was cleaned much more throughly than normal before being diapered. Rather than being led back to her cage, she was to the waiting room, where another volunteer was waiting. Now Kat was excited. She knew what was going to happen! Kelsey was going to be released. With a grin on her face and a light heart, the maze of hallways was a blur. Kat saw Kelsey sitting in a wheelchair, her clothes on. The volunteer handed Kats's leash to Kelsey, and admonished Kat to get off the wheelchair, where she was trying to hug her friend despite all the restraints. A taxi ride home, and they were back at the rental house. Finally, after a day, Kat's gag was removed. She noticed that the muzzle stayed, though. "Oh Kelsey, are you OK? I was so worried!" Kat burst into tears as she could finally release her words and emotions. Kelsey sat on the floor, holding Kat tight. "I'm ok. I was knocked out, and they held me to watch for a concussion, but I'm ok now. It's all OK." "Uh, Kelsey, it might not be OK." Kat told her about Brandy, and how she had 'fixed' the registration. "Well, that explains something... I got a text from your mother yesterday." "You... got a text from... my Mom?" "Yeah. It just said, 'Congratulation's it's about time, and we're all very happy for you both.' I had thought she had made a typo or sent the message to the wrong person, so I didn't reply, but..." "If Brandy completed my registration..." "Then your family was notified..." "And now everyone thinks I'm a Pet and you own me." Kat and Kelsey thought for a moment, staring at the beautiful ocean view through the window. Kelsey was the first to speak. "Is it so bad? It's what you've wanted anyway. And... I enjoy it too..." Kat looked at her friend. "This is what I've wanted, and I want you to be my Keeper, but... do we pretend... forever? "You know, it's not pretending any more. The legal aspect is done. I own you, and your property, and everything, and I am legally required to care for you now, like it or not. Have you ever heard of a case where a Keeper/Pet relationship was undone? I mean, you work at the department of registrations. Surely if it happened you'd be familiar." Kate realized she was right. It didn't happen. The legal aspect was clear. She was Kelsey's Pet. She lay her head on Kelsey's leg. Turning her head, she took her nose and placed it on her friend's crotch. The bars of her muzzle kept her just out of reach, but she flicked her tongue, signaling her interest in consummating their unconventional relationship. Maybe her Keeper would reciprocate. It was, of course, what everyone expected, so she might as well enjoy it.

Thanks for the comments. Re-reading these early chapters, I do agree that it seems dark at this point. But I promise things get better for Jeff! Being a Pet isn't all that bad once you get used to it. Usual disclaimer... this is probably not for everyone, etc. -- I could hear Angie guiding Jenn. “He’s doing fine. He’s nervous, but keep the leash taut, and let him know that you’re there, and in control.” I knew this. I had taken the classes. I knew the behaviour training. The real surprise was that it was so effective on me. It worked. I was living the frustration that JoJo had so often expressed in our talks. But the pull of the leash was… comforting. It provided direction, and control, and affirmation that I was doing the right thing. I was lead around the store, over to the holding cages. There were a few other Pets there, waiting for a grooming, or a class, or just waiting while their Keepers shopped. I was taken to a cage on the end, and with some encouragement, entered. The cage door closed with a clang, and Jenn was left there, holding my leash which passed through a small access hatch in the cage door. “Tell him what will happen, and what you expect. You’re going for lunch, and you’ll be gone for about an hour and a half to two hours. You expect him to behave, and while you’re gone he should listen to me. He’ll be safe in this cage.” Jenn turned to me, and once again her speech went right to something under my unconscious self. I heard the words, but they just seemed reassuring, relaxing, and I knew that I could trust her, that she’d return, and that I would be OK. Angie would be there. I knew Angie. Angie would be OK to listen to until my Keeper came back. I relaxed, as my Keeper’s hand removed the leash from my collar and closed the hatch. The clear plexiglass cage door gave me a view of my Keeper walking away with the person I had previously considered a friend, but in the short term might consider an acceptable surrogate for my Keeper, for a little while, anyway. I looked around the cage. It was, clearly, a cage. It was only about three feet tall, but with my ankles held to my thighs so that I walked on all fours, the height wasn’t really a problem. Other than the door, there were two sides that appeared to be a solid… something… and the third wall, in the the cage beside me, was a dense metal mesh. I tried to examine my restraints a little more, but there wasn’t really anything to see that I hadn’t seen before in classes. Front and rear Pet Paws… a muzzle that I could feel but couldn’t really see… a very very thick diaper… well… not much I could do. Now what? I made a few circles in the cage, then tried to find a comfortable position to lie down. Looking out into the store, I saw the rest of my life. Pet products… Pets on leashes, some walking on two legs, some restrained, like me, to the ‘down’ position on all fours. All wearing diapers. All on a leash. Some with the Pet Paws, or similar… some with free hands. It seemed there were all sorts of pets wandering through the store. What I hadn't really realized before though was how happy and relaxed the Pets seemed. They walked along beside their Keepers, and I saw Keepers reach down to give their Pets a little scratch. They were on a leash but it didn't seem to bother them, and they reveled in the attention from their Keepers. I hoped my Keeper would give me that care and attention, and that things would get better. Then I saw a Pet on a leash that I recognized. I got up, and went to the door of my cage as JoJo was lead on a leash to the cage next to mine by Angie. JoJo’s eyes went wide as she recognized me. “Jeff?” “JayJay now, dear,” Angie corrected, as she opened the cage door and JoJo went in. “Come here, JayJay. Look, I will remove your muzzle so you two can chat if you PROMISE to not make a lot of noise. OK?” I nodded. I definitely needed to talk to JoJo right now. “OK. I’m going to bring you some food too. Come to the hatch.” I shuffled over, and Angie opened the hatch in the door. She reached in and using a key on her necklace she released the straps on the muzzle. I was free. Well, free-ish. I guess if I considered the removal of the muzzle being free… well… “Thanks Angie.” She looked at me, a strange combination of sadness and happiness in her eyes. “I’m sorry… that it happened this way, but I’ve seen the way you talked to JoJo.” She held my face in her hands. "I think… I hope… well, I hope you can soon find comfort and joy in this. I think you and Jenn will do well together. She doesn’t know the details of how to be a Keeper yet, but she seems kind, and loving, and I hope you do well together. I’m sure you’ll do well together.” I didn’t know what to say. I felt myself tearing up yet again. “Thanks. Thanks for everything.” “You know… the reason I pulled you to all the Pet classes was you, you know. I don’t know if I had a feeling, or what… but… I saw how you interacted with JoJo. I think that maybe I realized, subconsciously, that the training would come in useful. I don’t know.” She looked away. “You can get water from the nipple in the cage. I’ll get you some food. Talk to JoJo.” She left, and I turned to the metal partition between the cages. “Hi.” I said. “Hi. So… anything interesting happen today?” I couldn’t help but laugh. "You have the… best… sense of humor ever. Thank you.” I could smell her through the partition. She smelled different. Stronger. “So, any tips?” Now it was her turn to laugh. “I think that over the last year and a half you’ve heard everything. I think Angie was right you know. I don’t know how, but… she knows. She’s seen it enough times. Kind of like a human woman that can tell another woman is pregnant before even they know.” She shook her head. “You know my story, so it’s not like I’m going to tell you it will be easy, or everything will be roses. But, I know I spent most of the time complaining, or whining. I don’t think I ever really described the good parts. How good you feel when you make your Keeper happy. The joy of stretching out in a nice warm sunny spot on a cold morning. Being free, and even expected, to act like the animal you always wanted to be during sex. I don’t know your Keeper, but mine… Angie… is wonderful, and I do feel guilty that I complain so much. You make of it what you can. As you know, it’s not the life I would have chosen, but… there are wonderful parts too.” I sighed and nodded. “Yeah. I know it will get better. At least I hope it will get better. My biggest worry is Karen. We had such big plans. And then, I see her sister for the first time and… well…” I shrugged. “I feel that I disappointed her, and it’s like I’m cheating on her with her sister.” “Well, I hope you and she can work through that. She's been a great human friend to me, and I hope she can be that kind of friend to you too." Angie returned. She had stainless steel bowl full of brown flakes. She opened the hatch, and put the bowl inside. She looked at us. “You guys OK?” We both nodded, and she walked away to a customer that was asking for her help. “You should eat that. It’s not that bad.” I had tried Pet Chow before, in a Pet Nutrition class. It wasn’t bad… kind of like a very bland wheat bran cereal. I looked at my options… the or nothing... and mentally shrugged. I had seen JoJo eat many times, and it’s not like I had choice. I stuck my face in the bowl. She was right. The taste wasn’t… that bad, I guess? I looked at JoJo through the barrier. “JoJo… I’m scared.” She looked back, a serious look on her face. “I know what you mean. I’ve been there. I mean, you know all too well what I think of this. But… you have to trust your Keeper.” “But all the people… they see me… I’m supposed to be a college student but I’m here. I know it’s wrong to say… I mean, you’re in the same position… but… I’m not supposed to be here.” “Well, you’re a Pet now. You’ll have to accept that it’s a biological thing. You know that. I mean, before this morning, when you way a Pet when you were out and around what did you see?” “I saw… a Pet. I mean, Pets are Pets. I didn’t see them as human. I didn’t see them as… something I could become.” “But you knew, intellectually, it was a possibility, right? I mean, about ten percent of the population is either a Keeper or a Pet. That means a little over five percent of the population is a Pet. That’s five percent of the population walking around on a leash. Why? Because when they meet exactly the right person, their brain goes nuts. You know this.” “I know this.” And I did know this. I mean, I knew JoJo, and I had taken the classes. The intellectual knowledge was there. But… I had never considered the I was in the five percent. Well, maybe the Keeper five percent. But not the Pet five percent. “400 million people in this country. Five percent of that is… what, 20 million people? You don’t build chain stores called Pets*R*Us unless there are a lot of people on leashes. And, my friend… you need to accept that you’re one of the ones on a leash. That your judgement is not trustable. That you need to rely on your Keeper to make sure that you’re safe.” That didn’t help much, but I smiled. “I think we had this same conversation a year ago, right? I mean, I was the one telling you the exact same thing. I was trying to convince you that being a Pet was your lot in life, and you should accept it.” She smiled. “Yup. And it’s a difficult message to hear, when you still think of yourself as human. You will find your peace. But… It will take time.” “I… guess.” She changed the conversation, and we talked about the graduation, about Karen’s parents, about the news, about the weather. Anything except that we were both sub-human, locked in cages, wearing diapers. ** The hour and a half passed quickly. We talked comfortably, me nibbling at the food and water, gaining comfort in each other’s presence. Soon, we both got up. I was the first to see our Keepers approaching, talking to each other. I picked up Angie talking. “You get home late tonight, right?” “Yeah, the three hour time change means even with the layover, we leave here at 8 or so and get in about 11. Or, whatever my Dad said. It’s been a long day.” “I bet.” They arrived at our cages. I was at the door, nose to the air holes in the plexiglass, anxiously trying to catch a whiff of the scent of my Keeper. JoJo was more relaxed in her cage, watching me with detached bemusement. “So, we have a few hours. He’s been fed and…” she checked something on the outside of the cage… “he’s had a good amount of water. I’d suggest we work on conditioning and training. He’s very, very receptive to training right now, so I’d strongly suggest taking advantage.” “OK, makes sense.” “So, take his leash, and open the hatch.” I moved forward, excited to see my Keeper. My diapered bottom was wiggling back and forth. She reached in to attach the clip of the leash, and I relaxed into a blissful haze as I smelled her hand. My Keeper was back. Everything was OK. “Should he have a muzzle on?” I felt shame that my Keeper thought I needed a muzzle. Didn’t she trust me? “Ummm… well… I’m not sure we should trust him yet. He won’t hurt you of course, but I’d be wary of him around others. Let’s use the muzzle without the gag part.” Even Angie didn’t trust me. I lowered my head. Angie showed Jenn how to separate the gag part from the muzzle, and of course I let my Keeper fit the red plastic contraption to my head. After all, I got to smell her again, and I didn’t mind at all as she reached past my nose to lock the straps around my head. I realized I could still talk, but there were bars around my mouth, keeping me from getting my teeth near anything. I thought back. How many Pets had I seen wearing muzzles? Well… not many… except in that class about obedience with that one Pet, of course… and I realized it was about trust. Trust by the Keeper that the Pet would do what the Keeper expected. Trust that the Pet wouldn’t harm themselves or others. And I realized that Jenn didn’t trust me. She didn’t know me. I’d have to show my Keeper that she could trust me. Angie opened the cage door. I followed the guidance of the leash back to Room 3.

This last round of travel I was all over the world, mostly staying at a variety of Marriott properties (corporate preferred vendor, etc). About a week before staying in each, I sent an email just asking if the beds had a waterproof cover, and if not if one could be provided. This trip, with seven different hotels, none of them said they had a waterproof cover or could provide one. I was surprised... in the past most hotels made some sort of accommodation. I'm curious... for those who often stay in a variety of hotels, are there chains you've found that are generally more accommodating, or less?

Thanks again for the feedback. I just re-read bbyKimmy's story, and am making some changes to the chapters I haven't dropped here yet to be a little more consistent. I'll add some more tomorrow or the next day, depending on how much time I get.