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Sorry about the long gap. Things got... complicated. I'm sure many here can relate. Chapter 21: A Walk on the Beach The drive to the coast was a few hours, so when we arrived I was definitely ready to get out of the Pet carrier. Soon we arrived at a beautiful hotel on the ocean side of the road. As Jenn parked in front of the lobby and went inside to check in, I asked Karen how she was doing. “I’m good. This is… well, I guess I was going to say it’s not bad, but then, I know it’s for a limited time, right? I mean, in your case… minute to minute it might be OK but… it doesn’t end for you, does it?” “Well, true… you’re right, it doesn’t end. And you don’t even know the feeling from being Bound… what it’s like to be with your Keeper… to know Jenn will take care of me… it’s not so bad.” “I do need a diaper change, though. I wet it alot on the drive…” I looked at her diaper, but couldn't see the wetness indicator because of the wide strap from the transport harness between her legs. “We’re wearing night diapers. These will last 12 hours… don’t worry, Jenn will change you if you need it.” Soon, Jenn was back. “Good news, Pets! The hotel can put another cage in the room, but to make it fit they had to upgrade me to a suite.” Karen looked surprised. “Nice! But… did they charge you more?” “Well, a little more, but that’s ok, you’re paying for it, right? Don’t worry, it was like ten bucks. You’ll live, and we’ll all be more comfortable this way.” She pulled into a parking space, unloaded a suitcase, and then unloaded us. Checking our muzzles, she flipped the shield in place. Pulling the suitcase in one hand and holding both our leashes in the other, we made our way to the lobby, and over to the front desk. “OK, I’m back, and here are both the Pets. This is JayJay; he’s mine; and this is Karen, she’s the one I’m taking care of.” The young woman at the front desk gave us big smiles. “Hi JayJay and Karen! Welcome! I hope you have a good time here. I’m sure you’ll be good Pets, but we do like to keep track of you, for insurance purposes of course, so we’re going to put these little tracking devices on your collars…” She knelt down with the little red ball. “Oh, I see that they both have PetTech collars. Rather than attaching this, if you let me add the hotel system as an authorized user on their collars then we can just use that. It’s one less thing around their poor necks, if you know what I mean?” “Oh sure,” Jenn said. “I forgot they had those. Yeah, go ahead.” The woman took a little scanner and flashed a little QR code on Karen’s collar, and then on mine. “Could you sign this giving us permissions on their collars?” Jenn did something on a tablet above us. “Great, all set. Like I said, room 215, up the elevator, on the left. Let me know if there’s anything else I can do.” We all made our way to the elevator, down the hall, and into the room. There was a person from housekeeping just leaving. “Hi ma’am, the second crate is ready. Have a good night!” As we entered, I was amazed at the size. It was double the size of a normal room. On one side was a large king bed, looking out through the floor to ceiling windows at the coast, and on the other side was a kitchenette. In the middle of the floor were two cages, and despite my protestations that I wanted to explore the room and look at the view, Jenn immediately ushered us both into the waiting cages, closed the doors, and disappeared into what looked like a huge bathroom. The hotel cage was quite a bit smaller than my cage at home, with just enough room to turn around or sit up, but that was about it. The thin wire sides had only a single door, which I had just entered and Jenn had locked. There was a thin plastic-covered mattress pad on the bottom, covered by a disposable absorbent pad. It certainly made my cage at home look luxurious, and I decided I’d never complain about it again. I found a comfortable position and lay down facing Karen, who’s restrained and almost naked body I was having thoughts about as I looked at her through the wire cages. “Uh, JayJay?” “Yeah?” “I’ve got to poop.” I laughed. “What are you telling me for? A warning to hold my nose?” “I don’t want to do it in a diaper… maybe Jenn…” “I’m pretty sure you’re going to end up doing it in the diaper there, fellow Pet… might as well squat and drop one, and hope that Jenn is pretty fast in there.” “Jen-argh!” Karen had started to yell for Jenn, but was stopped in the middle. Her paws came up to her collar. She tried again. “Je-argh!” She looked at me. “The collar is shocking me-argh.” Her protestations had apparently gotten loud enough to trigger some sort of shocking mechanism, but had also summoned Jenn, who came running. “Karen, what’s wrong?” “The collar… it’s shocking me…” “What? Really?” “Yes, when I called out for you… it shocked me.” Jenn pulled up her phone and did something with it. “Uh… yeah… I see. Well, the app shows that the hotel has access to your collar. And they added some house rules… like, no voice over a certain loudness, warnings if you leave the room without me… corrections if you go into certain areas, like the pool… well, as long as you’re a good girl, these shouldn’t be a problem. So… be a good girl.” “But it shocked me!” Karen said it in a loud whisper. “Positive Pet Control, my dear. Your collar is locked on, I don’t have the key, and the hotel has set the rules, so... “ She shrugged. “Welcome to Pet-hood.” She turned and went back to the bathroom, and soon we heard the shower running. “I still need to poop…” By the time Jenn had finished showering, drying her hair, and whatever else she was doing in the bathroom, the room had a definite ripe whiff about it. Karen had been trying to avoid spreading it around in her diaper, but in the end her muscles gave out and she ended up sitting down with a squish, and then I can guess from my own experience what happened as she then rolled onto her side. Jenn saw… or rather, smelled… the problem quickly, and soon had Karen in a clean diaper, one of the thinner ones with the girl designs on them, and immediately after I found myself in a matching diaper with boy designs. Yay. Jenn gave us both sponge baths as she changed us, so we felt a little fresher and ready to go. Jenn finished dressing into a beautiful red dress that made the chastity device in my diaper very uncomfortable, and with leashes and muzzles re-attached we made our way downstairs. Jenn had made a reservation in the hotel restaurant, and as we were led to a secluded table by the railing, hidden by some large potted plants, I realized we’d be treated to a fantastic private sunset over the Pacific. The restaurant had provided two Pet seats so we could sit at the table with Jenn. I felt a little pride when Karen’s harness was clipped to the chair, but Jenn didn’t attach me to mine. She trusted me. I understood why when, after ordering, Jenn gently pushed me under the table and, using my leash, guided me between her legs. She wasn’t wearing anything. I got to work as she talked to Karen, and after giving her enough attention to bring her to a small, subtle orgasm she gently guided me back into my seat. She had a contented look on her face, and I was border-line fuzzing out as I inhaled her scent and closeness. She wiped my face off, and continued talking to her sister as if nothing had happened. I felt warm and Bound in the best way. The food Jenn had ordered was a mix of Pet food for us and ‘real’ food for her, as she put it. Karen and I each had a Pet-friendly steak and pasta meal, which is something that I had not enjoyed for a long, long time. Rather than making us eat from bowls, Jenn fed both of us, and even opened one of the bottles of Pet-friendly ‘wine’ we’d found earlier in the day. Watching the sun dip into the Pacific, eating steak and drinking something that tasted like wine, I could almost believe things were back to normal, belied by the growing warmth in my diaper and the quiet jingle of the ownership tags on my collar. The next morning, I awoke as the sun was starting to warm the beach below. Karen was already awake, looking at me through the cage bars. Jenn was in the bathroom. “Sleep ok?” I asked Karen. She nodded. “Yeah. Took a little to get comfortable, but… it’s ok. You?” “I’m kind of used to it now. I slept fine. I need a diaper change in a big way, though…” Karen laughed. “Me too. I think that the Pet wine does have some alcohol, or something in it. I feel like I have a little hangover.” I nodded, and Jenn poked her head out of the bathroom. “Hi Pets. Good morning! Ready for some breakfast and a walk on the beach?” There was a knock on the door, and Jenn took a tray of food from the runner. While she ate her bacon, eggs, and toast, we were fed Pet Chow in bowls. Karen might have gotten some sort of bran cereal, or maybe not. It looked the same as mine, anyway. When we were done and changed into our matching day diapers, our sun coverings , and the ever-present muzzles, Jenn took a bag she had prepared and our leashes and led us out the door. The beach was beautiful, and mostly empty. Jenn gave me some slack to explore on the walking leash she clipped around her waist, but she kept Karen on a tight heel next to her on the other side. Large waves were crashing with a thunderous sound, birds were overhead, and a cool ocean breeze blew the mist into my nose. I loved it. What I did not love, though, was walking in sand in the Pet paws. Sand immediately got between my kneepad and my knee, making walking difficult. I told Jenn. Karen agreed. “Why don’t you let us up for this? Walking normally would be so much easier.” Jenn was surprised. “Let JayJay up? And you? But…” “It’s been a few months that he’s been down, and this is a perfect place to give him a little more freedom…” “What do you think, JayJay?” Jenn’s question caught me by surprise. Karen was right. I hadn’t stood on my own legs since… May, was it? May to August… over three months? Close to four? “Uhmm… sure, yes, of course I’d like to stand…” Could I even stand? I wasn’t sure, it had been so long. Jenn fiddled with her phone, and then released Karen’s ankles. “Don’t do anything stupid, Karen. If you pull on the leash, you’ll be shocked.” She looked at me. “I want to trust you. Can you do this?” I nodded. She unclipped one ankle, and then the other, holding me firmly on a short leash. I stood slowly. I was weak. I took a few steps, then went back down. Up, a few more steps, then a rest. After a few minutes, I was walking almost normally. It felt so good. I mean, I was still on a leash and wearing a diaper, but at least my Keeper trusted me to walk on my own legs. I was so happy. I was so happy, in fact, that I felt like dancing, which was a problem, because I ended up jerking the leash and earning me a, “JayJay, STOP.” Which I did, of course, because she was my Keeper and I’d do whatever my Keeper wanted. She trusted me. We were Bound. I was on cloud nine for the whole walk on the beach, and my enthusiasm and happiness was apparently contagious because Jenn and Karen also seemed happy. And that was good. We found a picnic table sitting on the beach above the high tide line, and Jenn pulled some snacks and drinks out of the backpack. We enjoyed them while admiring the view. “You need a diaper change, JayJay. Let’s just do it here. You can lay on the bench here... “ She made quick work of a change. Something about having your diaper changed while looking at the waves crashing on the beach, and being able to stretch out my legs… glorious. Collecting the trash and our leashes when we were ready, Jenn led us back down the beach to the hotel, meandering and enjoying the feel of our toes in the cold sand. When we got to the access to the hotel, Jenn gave me the command I was hoping she wouldn’t. “Down, JayJay.” Sigh. I got down on all fours again as she clipped my ankles up. “Well, it was nice while it lasted,” I said as Karen got the same treatment. “You were really good, JayJay. Maybe you’re ready to be up sometimes. It would certainly make some things easier if I could trust you…” She gave me a scratch on the head, and between my good mood, her comments, and her touch I almost fuzzed out right there and then. I followed my leash up to our room. Chapter 22: Instincts When we arrived in the room, Jenn surprised me by removing our leashes and muzzles and letting us roam. She went into the bathroom and closed the door. I was still in a good mood, and was staring out the window when Karen came over and joined me. “You know… she left us unleashed because I asked her too… She told me that whatever Pets can do, must be OK, right?” She nuzzled me, nipping at my ear a little. I felt a stirring in my diaper, almost an electric shock, as she brushed her lips over my neck. “I’ve missed you…” “But… I’m wearing a chastity cage… I can’t do anything…” I arched my back, nuzzling her and sucking on her ear in return. Her breaths were shallow. I could smell her. “Oh, yes you can… ah…” I kissed her neck. “Yes you can.” I kissed her breasts. “Yes you can.” I went down further, and was able to use my teeth to pull open one of the tapes of her diaper. Then another. Then another. “Yes… yes…” Even though her now-opened diaper was a little wet, my Pet brain had taken over and I was committed. I dove down on her, my tongue and mouth working on her as her back arched. “YE--agh.” I kept going, driven, her back arching. She was trying to push me off with her arms, but I was focused and brushed her away. “AHH--argh”. I kept going. “JA-argh.” I moved up, feeling a need to penetrate. My diaper, never mind the chastity device, were in the way, but by now I was out of control. “J-argh. J-agh agh agh.” I kept pounding ineffectively, but without release I had no stopping point. Pounding. She struggled, but I kept pounding, my world narrowing as I fuzzed out. “JayJay, STOP! What are you doing??? Kennel up, NOW!” I felt my collar being pulled, and I was inside the cage, and the door was closed. “Karen, are you OK? What happened?” Karen was laying on the floor, sobbing, as she curled up on the floor. Jenn gently approached her. “Karen… are you OK?” “We were fooling around, which was fine but then…” She used her paws to gesture at her collar. “It kept shocking me. And I couldn’t tell him to stop. And I couldn’t get him off me.” She sobbed, and Jenn held her. I was calming down, and I realized what had happened. Her collar. She had been orgasming… loudly… and then trying to get me to stop… “I’m so sorry.” I whispered. “I wasn’t in control.” Jenn looked at me sharply, but her gaze softened as she saw the look on my face… I was so sorry. I hadn’t meant it. She leaned over and opened my cage. “Come here, JayJay.” Karen shied away a little, so I didn’t approach. “I’m so sorry, Karen… I didn’t mean to hurt you. Please forgive me.” Karen shook her head. “Not your fault. You shouldn’t feel bad at all, JayJay. I initiated it. It was this damn collar that was the problem. You have nothing to apologize for.” She looked a little stronger now. “Come here, JayJay.” I went over to her, and nuzzled her neck. She put her arms around me. “Not your fault, JayJay. It’s ok. Just emotional. OK?” I nodded. “Did I hurt you?” Karen paused. Then nodded. “A little. But it’s not your fault, OK, JayJay?? I’m just playing Pet. This is not your fault.” Jenn looked at her phone. “And speaking of such… I hate to do this to you right now, Karen, but we need to check out… and that means I need to get you in Pet gear. OK?” Karen nodded slowly. “Some good news, I think, though… Mel texted me and wants to meet up this afternoon as we head home. I think she likes you, Karen… is that ok?” Karen nodded again, a little more enthusiastically this time. “Great. So, let’s get ready then.” Soon we were back in the car. I had asked Jenn to lodge a protest about the use of the control collar, but she replied that the person at the front desk wasn’t the right person to complain to, and she’d contact the managers and demand an answer later. And, of course, she promised to leave some rather negative feedback on some ratings websites. Karen was pretty quiet on the trip, staring out the window, until she saw Mel, and then she perked right up. Mel had planned an afternoon at a Pet park, complete with a picnic with food and wine, and she and Karen immediately went off playing and having a great time. Karen’s mood was so carefree and relaxed playing with Mel that I envied her. I, on the other hand, felt terrible. Even though Mel tried to get me to play, I preferred to wait by the picnic blanket, leashed to a pole. I turned to Jenn. “You know, if you hadn’t put the chastity device on me… I would have… you know… that was pretty much rape. I was forcing myself on her and she tried to tell me to stop and I didn’t. I couldn’t. I lost control.” Jenn put down her phone, looking thoughtful. “JayJay… No, don’t think that way. I’m sorry I let it happen. Karen had asked me for a moment to fool around with you… and I didn’t think anything would happen. I didn’t think it through either.” She paused, looking at me. “You’re a Pet, JayJay. I’m your Keeper, and I’m supposed to keep you safe, including things like this. I failed. I’m sorry. You are not responsible for this, understand? Both Karen and I are adults. We let it happen. It’s on us.” While I recognized the logic of what she said, I also felt bad knowing that now my Keeper felt bad. That was even worse. I looked at her. “I would like… I would feel better if… well… would you put that collar on me? Would you use it to make sure I don’t do things like this, even if you’re not around? Please?” She took my head in her hands, and looked into my eyes. “Listen. I’m your Keeper. I will do my best to protect you, and that means I will do my best to not let things like this happen ever again. We’re learning together, but I’m your Keeper. And I’m telling you it’s my responsibility. Got it? Keeping you and others safe is my responsibility.” It was what I needed to hear. My Keeper would keep me safe. It’s her job. She’d do her best to keep me from doing bad things again. I couldn’t ask for more. “Thanks. Thanks for… being my Keeper.” I put my head on her leg as I watched Karen play with Mel. “Is this good for her? For Karen? Is she OK?” “I don’t know, JayJay, I don’t know. She’s my sister, so I want to help her, but… I don’t know.”

Chapter 20: A Tale of Two Wineries I woke up as the car started crunching gravel, and I saw we were parking. Judging by the surroundings, it looked like we were at a winery, so I guessed we had arrived. Karen was also awake and looking outside as Jenn found a parking space next to a car with someone waiting in it. When she stopped, Jenn popped out and knocked on the car window, and soon she and a woman who I assumed was Mel were giving each other hugs. In time, while they chatted about the events of the summer, Jenn opened the back door, put Karen’s muzzle on, let her out of the transport harness, and helped her get out. Attaching a leash to her collar, she handed the leash to Mel. A minute later, my crate was unlatched, my muzzle was on, I was out, and Jenn was holding my leash. She closed and locked the car, and Mel and Jenn started walking towards the winery. “Wow, I’ve never actually walked a Pet before. I mean, I’ve held a leash or something, but the Keeper was always right there. Will she do what I want her to? What if she misbehaves? She’s certainly a cutie, I wish she was my Pet.” Jenn tried to get a word in edgewise around Mel. “Well, don’t walk too fast… keep the leash firm but not tight… she’ll be good… yes, she is a cutie…” The conversation continued like this until we got to the front door of the winery, where a winery staff person intercepted us. “I’m sorry, but we don’t allow Pets inside the winery. I’ll have to ask one of you to stay outside with the Pets.” She pronounced the ‘we’ as if she were referring to the Royal ‘We’, and looked down her nose at us as if we were flea carriers. “What?” Mel looked incredulous. “You don’t allow Pets here? But I’m a Diamond-level wine club member.” “Well, as a Diamond-level wine club member,” she said with almost a sneer, “You’ll appreciate that perhaps the smells of wet diapers don’t mix well with our wine… perhaps you’d be better served by… another winery. Perhaps a winery where diaper smells are an appropriate pairing.” I was surprised… I mean, I had heard that some places were not Pet-friendly, but I had never really seen it happen. As a human, I guess that I may have noticed that there were some places that might be more or less accommodating, but this was the first time I had seen outright hostility as a Pet. I wanted to say something, and started to open my mouth, but Jenn was a step ahead of me and a subtle jerk on my leash stopped it. I looked up. Mel looked pissed. The cheerful, bubbly college girl I had heard babbling away just a few seconds ago was gone. She handed Karen’s leash to Jenn. “I will be right back. I had thought that I liked supporting this winery because of their commitment to sustainable farming, but it seems that they have a very ugly underbelly. So I’m going to cancel my membership.” The words were spoken in a calm way that did not in any way hide the feelings behind them. Turning to Jenn, she continued, “Just a moment, please. Why don’t you get them back in your car. There’s another place I like just down the road that I think we’ll support instead.” She strode inside, brushing past the woman. Jenn turned, and started guiding us back. “What the heck just happened?” I whispered to Karen as she walked beside me on all fours. “That was some serious anti-Pet feelings,” Karen said. “I mean, I know that sometimes if a friend or relative is Bound as a Pet, sometimes they take it out on everyone else by excluding all Pets. Or maybe someone was just having a really bad day.” We reached the car, and soon Karen and I were both secured again. Jenn waited outside for Mel to return. They talked, there was some gesturing, they pulled out their phones, and soon Jenn got back in the car and started it up. “There’s a winery just down the road that is very Pet friendly. We’re going to go there instead.” The winery was completely different than the first. Rather than the traditional stone and wood construction, this was a modern building with stainless steel everything. Outside were several fenced areas, with a female Pet and her keeper enjoying a picnic lunch on the grass in one of them. As we entered, we were greeted with enthusiasm. As we were guided up to the tasting bar, we saw that there were higher platforms so that even Pets on all fours could participate in the tasting. “Welcome to Compagnie du Vin! That means ‘Wine Companion’ in French, and celebrates the former owner’s Binding to his Keeper. We have a large selection of both award-winning wines for humans, as well as a unique selection of non-alcohol products that allow Pets to enjoy the moment along with their Keepers. You can clip their leashes to the rings here so that you don’t have to hold them. Do you want to start with Red or White?” The woman behind the counter put two wine glasses, and two cups with a design I hadn’t seen before in front of us as Jenn and Mel attached our leashes to the counter. The Pet glasses had a wide, stable base which supported a large interior, shaped like a wine glass, with what looked like a built-in straw up the side. “Wow,” Mel said, “I didn’t realize that a Pet could own a winery!” “Well, of course Frank doesn’t own the winery. His Keeper John does. But when they Bound John decided that he wanted to keep Frank’s wine business going, and today they work together to expand into new markets. It’s unique in this area. How about you start with Chardonnay?” She poured a small taste into the two wine glasses, then took another bottle and poured it into the glasses in front of Karen and I. “Frank spent a long time developing these glasses for Pets. Since Frank usually isn’t allowed to use his hands either, he helped develop a glass he could enjoy the non-alcoholic wines from. You’ll notice that you still put your nose in the glass so you get a proper aroma, and the straw part is designed to work even with muzzles.” And it did. It was amazing. It was exactly like drinking a glass of wine, complete with the smell and the taste. I took a sip, and felt more human than I had in a long time. After the second wine was poured, a door opened at the end of the tasting desk, and out came a Pet. He was walking on two legs, but was wearing Pet mitts, a muzzle, and what looked like a loose cover over his chest and diaper with the winery logo on it. A chain went from his collar and seemed to be sliding in something on the floor. I guessed it was Frank, and was proven correct as he came over to us and introduced himself. “Nice to meet you, Frank. I’m JayJay, and that’s Jenn, my Keeper. I’m really impressed with what you’ve done for Pets here.” “It’s great to see Pets here. I’m really lucky that John has been so supportive and involved. We’ve created something that I think is unique, but I hope that it can be used as a model of how to help Pets be active and constructive members of human society.” He’d obviously given that spiel a few times. Mel spoke up. “So… you’re actually a Pet? But you’re able to run the winery?” “Well, yes, I’m a Pet. Complete with a diaper and collar.” He gestured with the mitts on his hands to the diaper he wore. “And yes, I run most of the day to day operations here, as well as work with many folks here on the development of new products, especially the Pet-oriented products that we’re working on.” “That’s so cool,” Mel continued, “I’ve never met a Pet before that was still running a business. But you’re still kept on a leash? And have to wear a muzzle? I mean, how can you run a winery like that?” Frank smiled. “Is this your Pet here?” He nodded to Karen. “Well, no… Jenn is just watching Karen for a Keeper friend of hers and I’m just visiting for today. I don’t have a Pet myself.” “Ah, I see. Well, I think you’ll find that some Pets, although unfortunately not all, retain most of their intellect. I’m lucky enough to be in that category, where I didn’t lose what I knew about wine and running my winery. It’s unfortunate that often society treats Pets as if they have the capabilities of the lowest common denominator.” “Oh, really? You’re right. I don’t really know any Pets very well, but I kind of thought that all Pets were… well… animals. Sorry JayJay and Karen, but… well, I guess I hadn’t thought about it much. I mean…” Mel paused, looking for words. “I mean, so why are you still on a leash? And why are you wearing a muzzle? Like a… well...” Frank paused. “I think this is one of the biggest issues with how society treats the Bound people, the Pets. There is a difference between what I can think with my mind- my intellect- and how I respond in any given moment. I can run business cases, develop new products, and in general be, well, what a human would consider ‘smart’, but I’m also very dependent on John to help handle my behaviors that I do have. There are times when I’ll react in the heat of the moment. John tried to give me more freedom soon after we were first bound, but, well… a few years ago, someone came into the room here and made a bad comment about Pets. This person was a nobody, but I overreacted, as Pets will. I jumped over the counter, and ended up pushing the person to the ground and biting them.” He paused as the tasting host came over and introduced the next wine to be tasted for Jenn and Karen, and another Pet-friendly wine for us. After we had a few sips and offered sincere compliments, John continued. “Well, anyway, long story short, the person of course sued John and the winery over my actions. Luckily we were able to settle, but part of the result is that whenever I’m around anyone other than just John here at the winery I have to be on the leash and muzzled.” John looked at Karen and I. “At first I was upset about it, but, well, as I think most Pets know, I actually feel a lot better when I can’t get into trouble. The restraints ensure that I cannot hurt others. I bet you Pets understand that.” I nodded. He changed his gaze to Jenn with a smirk. “And I think once John let his real Keeper side through, rather than trying to be a new-age Keeper with me as a free-range Pet, or whatever you want to call it, he felt a lot better, and got into it as well. We both were more comfortable.” “So, John took to modifying the winery to allow me to be productive while I’m kept restrained. This was a big change… I can be kept safe, while still being productive, with oversight, of course. I can talk to visitors without worrying in the back of my mind about hurting them when I have a ‘Pet moment’, if you know what I mean.” “So, that’s my story, but enough about me. What do you think about our wine? Do you like the Pet tasting glasses?” After a little more chit-chat, John excused himself and wandered over to chat with other winery visitors as we finished our tasting round. When we were done, Jenn agreed to get a case of wine for herself along with a case of Pet-wine for Karen and I, and had joined the wine club. Mel discovered that they had some pre-packaged picnic food for purchase, including some specialty Pet food, and soon we were out in one of the fenced in areas spreading out a picnic lunch on the grass. “Both of their diapers look pretty wet.” Mel was examining the blue stripe on Karen’s diaper. Karen had kind of taken a liking to Mel, but looked more than a little nervous when she mentioned that. “They’ll be ok. We can enjoy our lunch before having to deal with a diaper change.” “Are you sure? I’ve never changed a Pet’s diaper before. Can I change Karen’s?” Jenn paused. “Sure. She’s still a little nervous about having her diaper changed in public, but she’ll get used to it. Let me go get the supplies.” When she returned with an arm-load of supplies, she spread two changing mats out on the grass. “I’ll show you what to do. Just do the same on Karen as I do on Jeff, ok? Say, ‘Diaper Time’.” I obediently went to the changing mat and rolled over. My diaper was indeed pretty heavy, and a dry one would feel better, so I wasn’t going to complain, and at this point I was getting used to having my diaper changed wherever. Karen was a little slower to respond to Mel’s ‘Diaper Time’ command, but she too took up her position on the mat. “OK, have her lift up, and place the new diaper underneath like this… and then open the diaper… grab some wipes… make sure you get all the creases…” I saw Karen squirming a little as Mel’s fingers cleaned her folds with the cold wipe. “Now, remove the old diaper… wrap up the wipes in it… pull up the front… tape it nice and tight… good job.” Mel had a big smile on her face like she had passed a big life test, and Karen looked relieved to have the ordeal over with. After disposing of the diapers and cleaning hands, we dug into a nice picnic lunch. Karen was definitely relaxing into the Pet role, as she let Mel feed her the Pet food and stroke her hair. As Mel and Jenn kept talking, Karen lay down next to Mel, put her head on her lap, and went to sleep. Soon it was time to go, and Karen and I found ourselves secured in the back of the car. Although my diaper was a little wet, Jenn determined that it would last the drive to the hotel on the coast. Jenn and Mel hugged, and Mel gave Karen a peck and a scratch on the head. “You’re really cute. Thanks for being such a good Pet for me. I hope I get to see you again someday!” Karen just smiled. I could tell that she had really enjoyed the attention and caring from Mel. I wondered whether this whole playing Pet thing was really a good idea for her… but I was just a Pet myself, so what did I know? Jeff's Story by JustForFun is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

Fair enough. Don't let my idle and uninformed musings affect your wonderful story.

Despite my obvious preference to have Daphne in full-time diapers quickly, I do like your pacing and the direction of the story. I guess I see this story as a domestic story, where one partner is clearly dominant. Perhaps the same-sex aspect brings it out more, where the dominant partner wishes to remind the other that while they may be equal in the relationship as adults, that doesn't mean one of them is not in control. Mary uses the spankings, etc., to remind Daphne of her position (which Daphne accepts, and even appreciates). Now, Sandy has provided a mechanism which Mary sees can also remind Daphne of her place. Diapers/pullups are not just a moment in time, like a spanking, but are an ongoing representation of that control. It's not the diaper, per se, it's the implications of the control that it implies. This is a reminder that can be private between them, or more public, like a diaper under a short skirt, and is an ongoing reminder, rather than just a moment in time like a spanking. I saw Daphne's (semi-)public diaper as a statement by Mary, in front of friends, of that relationship dynamic, and Daphne's acceptance as agreement. Tommy didn't get diapered because it would seem that its just not part of that relationship. Mary wouldn't do it because it's not Tommy that she's dominant over; from her perspective he just needed a punishment to protect Daphne. Brenna wouldn't do that because it seems it's not part of their dynamic. So it didn't happen, which, in hind-sigh, makes sense, despite it not being 'fair'. I like how the 'little' aspect comes into this only tangentially... of course there will be an intersection, but that's not what I see this story as being about (so far!), and Daphne's own words seem to confirm that. Anyway, that's my two cents! Edit to add: Just to be clear, I have no significant insight into same-sex marriages at all, so my speculation on the control dynamic is purely speculation and assumption.

You mean, you don't think that M. Night Shyamalan is going to be interested in buying this one? Let's see if your prediction is correct. Glad you're still enjoying it! Chapter 19: Road Trip Plans were being made for Jenn and I to drive up to her school in Seattle. Since she would be living off campus and had me to worry about now, she had, with her parent’s help, gotten a small second-hand SUV, large enough to bring my crate, travel carrier, supplies, and everything else she needed for the new apartment in Seattle. The summer was wrapping up. Karen was still having a rough time, but she and I talked quite a bit, and I had convinced her to drive North with us, taking a road trip, in the hopes of getting her out and around a little. She’d help her sister drive up, move in, and then fly home. We had one more weekend before the move, though, and Joe and Valerie had told their daughters that they were headed away for the weekend. The Wednesday before, we were sitting around the table and Karen suggested that the two sisters take a road trip for an evening to Bodega Bay, or someplace on the coast, just to get away. Jenn was a little hesitant at first, but Karen was persuasive, and found a nice place to stay, offering to pay for the rooms. It was later that evening when Karen knocked on Jenn’s door. “Can I ask you something?” “Sure, come in.” Jenn had been working on some of the move logistics on her computer, and I was laying on a blanket on the floor next to her, watching some brainless Pet-oriented show on her phone. Karen came in and closed the door. She sat on the bed. She didn’t say anything. Jenn looked at her. “So… ah… what did you want to ask?” Jenn opened her mouth, paused, then let it all out rapid fire, speaking quietly. “I want to play at being a Pet for the weekend on this trip and I hope you don’t laugh at me but I’m nervous about it but I’d like to try it to see what being a Pet is like and I hope you’re ok.” She looked down. Oh, this was rich! It took all my willpower to not respond with a laugh, but seeing Karen role-play a Pet would definitely be… well… different. Jenn sat there for a second. “You want to… pretend to be my Pet? But I already have a Pet.” Karen responded immediately. “You can say that you’re taking care of me for a friend. That would explain why we’re not Bound, which will probably be pretty obvious to some people. You can keep me as a Pet from when we leave here until we get back. I can get all the gear, and then you can have it as spare gear for JayJay when we’re done with it.” “You’ve put some thought into this, haven’t you?” Karen didn’t reply, just nodded and blushed even more. “Ah… ok… I want you to be happy… but… can I ask why?” “I just want to, you know, see what it feels like to be a Pet. I don’t know, but I see JayJay and believe it or not… Well, I’m actually kind of jealous at how he’s treated. I’d… well, I’m just curious. If you don’t want to, of course, we don’t have to. I’d still like to go, either way. And I’ll still pay for the hotel room, of course.” Jenn thought for a few seconds. “OK. I can see you’ve thought this through. You’re sure about this? I’ll do it, but the deal is, we get you into Pet gear here, and you’re a Pet until we get back. You OK with that? No changing your mind halfway through?” Karen nodded immediately. “Yes.” “So… what do we need?” “I’ll go buy… stuff… tomorrow. I can do it myself… unless you’d like to come with me?” Karen looked kind of hopeful. Jenn smiled. “OK, it might be fun. Definitely different. We can tell the salespeople that we’re buying gifts for a friend who just Bonded, and that you’re the same size, so we’ll use you as a ‘model’. OK?” Karen looked relieved. She got up and gave her sister a big hug. “Thank you,” she whispered in her ear, and then left. Jenn looked at me, and smiled. “Well, JayJay, looks like you have a playmate this weekend. Should be interesting!” I nodded. “I had heard about some people playing as a Pet, but… Karen I would not have suspected.” I shrugged. “Should be fun though. At least I’ll have someone to keep me less bored.” I started thinking more about Karen playing as a Pet, but then I saw Jenn taking her gag out of the drawer near her bed, and I smiled, because I knew what that meant. I wasn’t disappointed. When Karen returned home from work the next day and we had eaten dinner, I was muzzled and leashed and we went for a ride to the Pet store. Both Jenn and Karen seemed nervous and excited. When we arrived and walked into the store Jenn gave me the option of just waiting in the Pet cages at the front of the store, or I could shop with them. “Oh, I definitely want to see this. Wouldn’t miss it.” I was smiling, thinking about Karen in Pet gear. There was a distinct swelling in my diaper as I imagined my ex-girlfriend in restraints, wearing a collar… on the end of a leash… and she’d be in diapers all weekend. Oh yeah, this I wanted to see. Karen grabbed a cart, and we headed in. The first stop was the restraints, of course. Karen took a set of Paws off the shelf, and hesitantly put one on, exploring the feel as her hand was fully inserted. She had chosen a size too large, though, so returning those she pulled a small off the shelf. As she put her hand in again, Jenn pulled the strap tight and clicked the lock. Just then, a young woman appeared, wearing the store’s uniform. Karen, surprised, tried to pull the Paw off her hand with a guilty look, but the locked strap meant she couldn’t. “Ah, Hi, my name is Brandy. Can I help you?” Karen quickly collected herself and answered with what sounded to me as if it had been well rehearsed in her mind. “A friend of mine just Bonded and needs gear for her Pet. She doesn’t have a lot of money, so we’re giving her some nicer stuff as a Binding present. I’m the same size and weight as her new Pet, so I was just trying this on…” “Oh, of course, no problem at all. Those Paws you’re wearing are certainly very nice; I can see your Pet there is wearing the same model.” She helped Karen unlock the Paw she was wearing, and then proceeded to guide Karen through the store, picking out Paws for her legs and a muzzle much like mine. When we got to the collars, Brandy pulled the most expensive model off the shelf. “This is the upgraded version of what he is wearing.” She gestured at me. “In addition to the tracking electronics his model has, it has Positive Pet Control features that I really like… voice controlled, as well as through a remote or cell phone. It’s by far the best collar we sell. Great for training a new Pet because the corrections can be given automatically, and immediately. Much easier for the Keeper, and more consistent for the Pet.” Karen seemed interested, turning the box over in her hands. Maybe she was hesitant about having a shock collar around her neck, but Jenn surprised me by taking it from Karen and putting it in the cart. “Let’s get her the best, Karen. She doesn’t have to use the control features if she doesn’t want to, of course… but she’ll have the option.” "That's true. The Keeper can set the rules, and the correction, and even have them vary by location and time." I was a little surprised. Jenn had rejected the collar for me when we had been shopping before, and I certainly agreed with Angie’s take that using a shock collar on a Pet was really mean and unnecessary, but, well, Karen wasn’t actually a Pet and wasn’t Bound, and they were both consenting adults playing around… so I decided that it was up to them. I shrugged and moved on. We were leaving the aisle when Karen picked up a blue harness that was on display. She showed it to Jenn. “This looks interesting… should we get her one of these?” It was a chest harness like I had for the Pet run, but it had what was essentially a built-in bra with cups. Brandy explained, “For Pets with larger breasts, being down on all fours can be uncomfortable. How large are your friend’s Pet’s breasts?” Karen paused. “About the same as mine, I guess. Let’s say, 36C. Maybe D.” Seeing her commission increasing, Brandy smiled. “Well, she might like it. Provides a little coverage as well.” That was a good point. Even if Karen was playing at being a Pet, decency laws still applied to humans, so technically having her exposed would not be a good thing. I decided to chime in. “I think you should get it for her. A harness is much nicer than being leashed by my collar. Why don’t you try it on? Check the size?” Karen gave me a ‘knock it off’ look, and put it in the cart. “It will be fine. It’s the right size, and it’s adjustable.” While we were in the aisle, Jenn suggested a car transport harness as well, since the supposed friend didn’t own her own car, and therefore couldn’t have a Pet carrier installed. Into the basket it went. Diapers came next, and Karen and Jenn both quickly agreed on some disposables that had male and female versions with matching prints. “That way you can match with your new friend! It will be so cute,” Jenn said with a smile. She also tossed a bag of much thicker overnight diapers into the cart. A few other things, such as a leash and a sun cover, joined the cart before we made our way to the front to pay, which Karen handled. The next day, Karen was home from work early. Her parents had already left on their trip, so the three of us had the house to ourselves. I wasn’t terribly surprised when Karen pulled out the gear… her gear, and started unwrapping it. “Just checking things out,” she told me, as she examined the muzzle, cleaning it and holding it to her face without buckling the straps. Jenn watched, bemused. “Do you want to try everything on? Make sure it fits and that we have everything?” Karen paused, and then gave Jenn a timid nod. This was not the strong Karen I remembered being my almost-fiance. “Why don’t we do this in my room.” Jenn helped pick up the gear, and carried it into her room, laying it on her bed. Karen picked up the first Paw, and put it on her arm, buckling it with one hand, and then put her arm into the other mitt before looking at Jenn. “A little help?” Still with the same bemused look, Jenn buckled the second mitt and clicked the lock on both. “So, I guess what you really want is for me to put it all on you?” Karen gave a tiny nod again, eyes downcast. “Ok, since you can’t do it yourself now… let’s get you out of these clothes.” Jenn helped Karen remove her shirt and her bra, sliding them over her Paws. Then her jeans, and then her underwear. For some reason I tried to avoid looking at Karen as she stood naked in front of us, blushing from head to toe. It didn’t seem right, although I knew every intimate part of her body. I saw that she was completely hairless down there now, a change from when we had been dating. “Down.” Karen used her Keeper voice, and Karen obeyed quickly, sinking to her knees. Jenn took the rear Paws and applied them, hooking Karen’s ankles to her thighs as I was so used to. “Diaper time.” Karen rolled over on the floor, and Jenn took one of the new disposables from the bag. She soon had it taped onto her sister. As Karen rolled back up and explored the limits of her bonds by walking around the room, Jenn took the collar from the box and read the instructions. Her smile was very big as she downloaded an app onto her phone, and paired the collar to her phone and to an included remote. “Come here. Sit.” Once again, Karen obeyed, and Karen placed the collar around Karen’s neck and closed it with a click. She took the leash I was normally on when I was in Jenn’s room and attached it to Karen’s collar. “One last thing.” She buckled the muzzle over Karen’s face, testing the mechanisms to raise and lower the front shield, adjust the blinders, and adjust the chin strap to hold her mouth shut. “So, you’re a Pet now. How’s it feel?” The faraway look in Karen’s eyes told me everything I needed to know. After a moment, she looked up. “What about the harness?” “Well, JayJay usually only wears his on the Pet run, but if you want to try it on…” She took the blue harness and slipped it on Karen, buckling it in back. While she checked the fit and adjusted her sister’s chest to fit more comfortably in the cups, I told Jenn about my thoughts on indecent exposure, given that Karen was really a human, not a Pet. “Good point, JayJay. Yeah, you’re right. She should just wear the harness all the time. OK with that, Karen?” Karen jumped at the sound of her name, startled out of her thoughts. “Huh?” “Never mind. Looks like you’re fine. So… was your plan to get out of this gear now? Or should we just start the weekend now?” “Well… I… uh…” She looked up. “Well, I guess it’s up to you now, isn’t it?” Jenn didn’t look surprised. “OK, well then, I guess we’ve started the weekend. You’re a Pet. C’mon JayJay, let’s go downstairs and watch some TV.” I followed Jenn, and looking back I saw Karen try to follow until she got to the end of the leash, surprised as she was brought up short. Apparently she hadn’t noticed Jenn connect it to her collar. Jenn kept walking, and I followed her down the stairs into the living room. Since her parents weren’t home, I was allowed up onto the couch, so that I could put my head in her lap. I was a little worried. “Will Karen be OK?” “I think she’ll be fine. I want to give her some time alone to get used to things.” She pulled out her phone. “I’ve added her collar to the app on here, so I get alerts if her pulse or breathing exceeds limits, or if she pulls too hard on the chain, and so on. Same as for you, my wonderful Pet.” Oh, I loved it when she said that. And her care and control over me… she showed me the data from my collar. I felt warm and fuzzy knowing that she was keeping track of me like that. I felt my diaper grow wetter. She turned on the TV and pulled up a recording of some show that she liked, as I turned over clumsily so my face was in her stomach and closed my eyes, happy to be with her as her hand played idly with my hair. I woke with a start as I realized Jenn had left, and I was alone on the couch. I could tell my diaper was very wet, and I gingerly got down, checking to see if I had leaked. Luckily I hadn’t. It was unusual for Jenn to not leave me tethered to something. It felt strange. Scary, even. I headed for the stairs, assuming that Jenn was upstairs with Karen. I was right; as I entered Jenn’s room, I saw Karen, still on the leash, sitting next to Jenn on the floor. They were talking. Karen looked noticeably more relaxed as she noticed me at the doorway. “Hi JayJay, c’mon in. Just sister talk.” “Uh, ok… how are you doing? I mean, with the restraints? And diaper? And speaking of diaper…” I looked at Jenn. Karen smiled. “I’m doing ok. Getting used to it. It’s… well… I mean, I kind of like it.” Jenn was preparing my usual cloth night diaper to change me into. “Well, I guess it wouldn’t be as bad if you knew you were getting out when you were done playing.” More than a little sarcastic tone entered my voice. Karen looked a little sheepish. “Sorry, JayJay, I know. I know I’m just playing, and you don’t have a choice. I didn’t mean to imply anything.” I lay down on the changing mat, and soon the thick dry diaper was around my waist. Jenn looked at Karen. “You’re still dry. Wet it now so that I can change you into a night diaper too.” Karen looked hesitant. “If you don’t do it now, I’ll leave that one on you and you can sleep in a puddle of pee all night when it leaks.” A look of concentration that I see on toddlers’ faces crossed Karen’s face, and soon the cartoon animals on her crotch started to fade. Jenn smiled. “Good girl. Good Pet. Are you done?” Karen nodded and quickly lay down on the changing mat. Removing the now-used disposable, Jenn took another of my heavy night diapers and, after some wiping, fastened it around her sister. Karen squeezed her legs, feeling the much larger bulk of the cloth diaper between her legs. “Ok, Karen, Kennel Up.” Karen looked surprised. “Me?” Jenn smiled. “Karen, Kennel Up. Where did you think you’d be sleeping?” Karen looked apprehensively at the cage. “Uh, I don’t know, I just assumed… Well, what about JayJay?” Jenn was starting to look displeased. “That collar has, as they say, a Positive Pet Control feature, Karen. Should we test it out now? One last time. Kennel Up.” Karen thought about it, and then went to the cage. Pausing before entering, probably remembering the last time she was trapped in there, she followed Jenn’s instructions, and soon the door swung closed, locking her in. “Good Girl, but next time I’m not going to give you so many chances. I really do want to see how that shock collar works. I wouldn’t use it on a real Pet, but I think that you’re fair game… you’re the one that bought it, anyway, so I’d suggest not testing me. Think of it as a command from your Keeper that you cannot disobey. Got it?” Karen nodded, looking out through the bars of the cage. Jenn reached in through the hatch and unclipped the leash still on Karen’s collar, threading it out of the cage. “Come here JayJay. Since your cage is occupied, you get to sleep with me tonight!” I enthusiastically went to her bed, and she helped me up, clipping the leash to my collar. She threw a blanket over Karen’s cage to help her stay warm and then climbed into her bed beside me. I quickly brought her to orgasm, our loud activities muffled only slightly through our gags. When I woke in the morning it was light out and Jenn was already up. I got off the bed, and looking under the blanket over Karen’s cage I saw that she was still sleeping, curled up in the cage. I heard what I assumed was Jenn moving around downstairs, but Jenn had left me on the leash, so I laid back down on the bed and waited. Soon, I heard Karen stir in the cage. “He… Hello?” “Morning Karen. How are you feeling?” “Well… my legs are kind of sore… and I need to pee… is Jenn there to let me out?” I laughed. “Uh, I’m just guessing, but if you’re thinking about asking Jenn to be let out to pee, you probably want to think about that…” “Ah… yeah… I guess you’re right.” I heard Karen rearrange herself in the cage, then there was a pause, and then I heard a slight hissing sound. “Better?” I asked. Karen didn’t answer immediately. “It definitely feels wet, doesn’t it? The disposables are better… you don’t feel as wet. The cloth just feels… well… squishy.” “Ah… you’re now an expert about how diapers feel?” Karen paused. “Well, I’m just guessing… I mean, only a few times...” I opened my mouth to say something, but then shut it. Part of what I had learned as a Pet was when not to say something. I sensed this was one of those times. I just looked at Karen. “Well, I mean… I’m assuming… that… disposables don’t make you feel as wet…” She looked a little sheepish, through the bars of the cage. I shrugged. “Yeah, I guess that’s true.” Although, I did wonder what she meant by, ‘a few times’… probably not the right time to bring it up. The door opened, and Jenn entered, already dressed. “Good morning, Pets! We have an exciting day today. We’re going to take a little trip! Are you ready?” I was definitely ready, but I could see Karen was a little apprehensive, looking out from the cage. “Time for some diaper changes. I need to get these diapers in the wash so they don’t sit all weekend… Jayjay, you first, since you’re already out… Diaper Time!” I lay down on the mat Jenn spread out, and soon was changed into a thick disposable diaper. As I was laying waiting for her to close up the diaper, I felt something else happening, and with a start realized that Jenn had just put the chastity device back on me. “Oh, c’mon,” I pleaded, “Why are you putting that on me? It’s been months since I had to wear it!” I was not looking forward to the discomfort I remembered of having that lump of metal between my legs. Jenn smiled. “Well, there’s a good chance that at some point you’re going to be sharing a cage with my sister. She’s not a Pet, but she is your former girlfriend… so I’ll assume the worst. If you’re good, maybe I’ll take it off at some point… but you have to earn it.” Finishing up with me, Jenn let Karen out of her cage, and soon she was similarly attired in a disposable. I could see her wiggling her butt, seemingly enjoying the feeling of the diaper on her. I felt a little jealous that she didn’t need to wear a chastity belt… I mean, she was the one just playing Pet, and here I was the one who had to suffer. Jenn took the diapers, as well as those in the pail, and soon the washing machine was running. In the meantime, Jenn had Karen and I eating breakfast from our bowls. She left us leashed in the kitchen while she loaded a number of bags into the car, did some cleaning, and waited for the wash. As soon as the load was in the dryer, we were ready to go. She took both our leashes and led us to the car. As usual, I was put in my mostly-comfortable Pet carrier. Jenn took Karen to the other rear door, and watching through the mesh side I could see her fitting the straps of the transport harness. The car part of the harness had already been installed, I saw. The straps connected to the car’s car seat connections, providing a firm anchor point. The part that Karen wore was a full-body harness, with straps over her shoulders, around her side, and a big padded strap through her crotch. All of the buckles were locked, of course, as Jenn adjusted them with Karen outside the car on all fours. When the harness was on, Jenn helped Karen crawl up into the back seat, and with a few quick clips had her fastened in. It was something of a sight, seeing my not-a-Pet former-girlfriend in a Pet harness next to me, her ankles still held to her thighs, legs spread wide with a strap cleaving the middle of her bulging diaper, her blue chest harness accentuating her breasts. It was quite a sight, and definitely a turn-on for me, in fact, and if I weren’t in the transport crate I probably would have been very tempted to let my Pet instincts take over and do something about it. I guess that’s why I was wearing the chastity device... Jenn ran through her checklist, and at one point ran back inside to grab something she had forgotten. Soon, though, she was in the driver seat and we were headed out. She dialed someone using the hands-free. “Hi Mel. How are you doing?” A female voice answered. “Great! Glad we can get together. Still want to head to Rabbit Ridge?” “Yep, sounds good. We’ll be there in about two hours, I think, depending on traffic. Just a heads up… Another friend of mine had to leave suddenly on family business, so I’m taking care of her Pet, so I’ll have two Pets with me.” “Oh, no problem,” came the voice over the speaker. “I’ll see you when you get there!” Jenn said her goodbyes and hung up. “So… we’re going to see someone?” Karen sounded very nervous. “Well, a friend from college lives in Napa, and we’re driving through there on the way to the coast anyway, so I texted her and asked if she wanted to meet up. So, we’re going to go to a winery for some wine tasting, and then have some lunch, before we head to the coast.” “This… wasn’t part of the deal.” “What deal, dear sister? All I remember is that you wanted to play Pet for the weekend. Now you’re in Pet gear, and we’re headed out for the weekend. So… if you act like a Pet, no one will suspect anything. Of course, you’re welcome to struggle and say whatever you want, but I’ll just treat you like a misbehaving Pet. That’s what you wanted, right?” Karen was silent. Then she nodded. Jenn didn’t see it, of course. “Right? That’s what you want?” Jenn repeated. Karen was barely audible. “Yes. That’s what I want.” “OK, then, that’s the end of it. If I hear anything like that for the rest of the weekend, we’ll see how that shock collar works. Got it?” “Yes. Got it.” “Good. So… two hours… Siri, continue my audiobook.” After a bong and then a pause, the sounds of Jenn’s book came on. I didn’t know the book, so I went into Pet mode, closed my eyes, and let the swaying vehicle lull me to sleep. Jeff's Story by JustForFun is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License. You can share it with attribution, but cannot change it or make money off it.

Great chapter. Was rather surprised Tommy's bum didn't end up wrapped in a diaper like Daphne's was!

Well, no, but thanks for reading and commenting. Hope you're still enjoying it! Chapter 18: Curiosity The next few weeks passed slowly, the idle summer days of being a Pet blending one into another as I relaxed into the role, my bond with my Keeper continuing to solidify. She had a way of always making me feel cared for, even when she wasn’t there, and I started minding the restraints and even the diapers a little less. Things were OK. Karen had started her new job, and was clearly frazzled. It hadn’t made sense for her to keep the apartment we were planning without my salary to contribute, so she was staying with us at her parent’s house and commuting until she could either find a roommate or a more affordable place to live. Combined with the stress of her new job, she was having a rough time. It was a comfortable Saturday morning, and Jenn had gone out for a run. She had left me up in her room on a leash where I’d be comfortable when I heard the door open and Karen came in. “How are you doing, Jayjay?” She arranged her light sundress and sat next to me. I laid my head on her lap and she started petting my head. It felt nice. She paused. “What’s it like?” “What’s what like?” “You know what I mean. What’s it like to be a Pet? To have no responsibilities. Have someone care for you.” “And be kept on a leash. And have to wear a diaper. And have no future.” She sighed. “Yeah, I know. Being an adult kind of sucks too, though. Commuting. Money. Work. I thought it would be more… liberating… but the reality is that responsibility sucks. Especially when you don’t have anyone to share it with.” She looked at me. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. It’s just that, it’s lonely being an adult.” She paused. “What does… what does it feel like? Being in those restraints all the time? Wearing a diaper?” I looked at her, curious where she was going with this. “Well… I guess things have kind of changed. At first, I hated every minute of it. I hated the restraints. I hated the diaper. I hated the loss of control. Remember those conversations we had with JoJo? About how she should just accept it?” Karen nodded. “Well, being on this end of the leash, it turns out that’s a really crappy message to hear. I didn’t want to hear that at all either. But, over time… well… I guess I’ve kind of gotten used to them, and I understand why I’m wearing them. I feel safe… cared for… especially when Jenn is not around, I can feel her control through the restraints, and I feel better.” “Even the diaper… When she changes me… it’s a Bonding thing, really. The fact that I’m depending on her to keep me comfortable makes the diaper an extension of her care. It feels safe… I won’t say it’s comfortable, especially when I have to wear a messy one for a while, but it feels like she’s always with me. JoJo always liked Angie to change her whenever possible, rather than me. I thought it was because I was a guy or something, but it really is a Keeper and Pet thing.”She smiled, and picked up one of the clean pocket diapers off the stack that Jenn kept on top of my cage, ready for use. “So, you’re saying it’s not so bad being a Pet?” She turned it over, looking at the cloth pad, stained a little from use in the pocket area of the cover. “Well, it’s not great, but… My Keeper makes me so happy. I don’t really care about the rest. The Bond is amazing that way. I can’t describe it. I don’t think an unbound person could ever really understand.” “OK, but… the diapers? They’re not so uncomfortable?” “Uhmm…. Well… you could try it and see? If you really want to know?” I was joking, but her eyes flashed, before a small blush crossed her face. She really was curious. I pushed a little harder. “Try it. Why not? Who else will know?” I got up from her lap, looking at her. She paused for a moment, then seeming to come to a decision she hiked up her dress and pulled her underwear off. She rolled onto her back on the floor, quickly taking the diaper and placing it under her, pulling the sides up and velcroing it as if she were trying to do it before changing her mind. Then she sat back up, eyes closed. She relaxed. “It’s… kind of nice. Like a pillow. Warm. Relaxing.” I let her sit there and think quietly. She was moving around on the diaper, feeling it. She stood up slowly, and walked around. “It’s not that bad… at all… and my dress mostly hides it…” Just then the front door of the house opened, and we heard Karen’s mother and father talking downstairs. In a flash, Karen removed the diaper, tossed it on top of my cage, and pulled her underwear back on. She knelt down. “Our little secret, right JayJay?” She pecked me on the side of my muzzle, and hurriedly left Jenn’s room. When Jenn returned from her run, she looked at the unfolded diaper Karen had tossed on the cage, and at me questioningly. I shrugged. She returned my shrug and went to take a shower. Maybe she thought I was trying to change my own diaper or something. Over the next week, Karen’s depression seemed to intensify, and she spent more time just sitting with me when she was home. I felt bad for her, and asked her how I could help, but the best I could offer was companionship and kind words. I mentioned my concern to Jenn, of course, but there didn’t seem to be much that she could do either. On the next Saturday morning, as soon as Jenn closed the front door as she left on her run, Karen was back with me. Again, I had been left on the leash in Jenn’s room, an audio book playing. She paused the audio book, and sat beside me. We had some small chitchat, but I could see her eyes darting towards the stack of diapers. “It’s OK,” I finally said, “Go ahead. If it will make you feel better.” She blushed again, but she lifted her dress. She was wearing nothing underneath. She took one of the thicker night diapers this time, and lay down to put it on. “Wow, that’s… bulky. It feels even...“ She blushed more. “...Better.” Her hands felt around her crotch, exploring the feel of the thick padding between her legs. I smiled. “Do you feel better? Does it help?” “Um… yeah… a little… it’s… nice.” She kind of stumbled through. I let her sit for a few minutes before I saw that she was looking at my cage. Rather than saying anything, I just gestured a little with my head. She got down on hands and knees, like a Pet, and moved over towards the cage. Tentatively, she went in, looking out through the bars. I stayed quiet, letting her explore. She turned around in the cage, the door still open. “It’s kind of spacious in here.” I laughed. “Well, I guess it’s better than the travel crate, but it is a cage. I bet it’s different when you have a choice of whether you’re in it or not, with the door open. Being confined like that is not something I like. It’s why Jenn leaves me out on this leash when she’s gone for a while, like now.” Karen pulled the door closed, with a click. Her breath caught a little. She looked around. “It’s… it’s different with the door closed. Yes.” She turned around, and lay down as she had seen me do, her head on my pillow at the far end of the cage. She got up, and sipped on the water bottle mounted on the front of the cage. She looked at me through the door, taking in my normal perspective of the world. “Ah, Karen?” Her far-away look broke. “How do you expect to get that cage door open?” Her eyes went wide. She reached up for the latch, and realized that the closely spaced wire mesh around the latch prevented her fingers from getting anywhere near the release. It was a cage after all, and the Pet inside was not supposed to be able to release themselves. In desperation, she tried everything she could, but couldn’t reach it. “I thought… I thought I could reach it from inside… I didn’t try… can you get it from there?” I held up my Paws. “Can’t use my fingers.” I went to the cage latch, but you needed to squeeze two levers to release it, and there was no way I could do it wearing the Paws. Now she was panicking more, trying to break apart the cage. Having tried myself, I knew it wasn’t going to happen. I tried to get her to calm down before she hurt herself. “It will be ok. We’ll have to wait for Jenn, but she’ll understand. You were just curious and made a mistake. It’s not the end of the world. She’s your sister.” It took some time, but Karen finally calmed down. She sighed, and laid down on the soft mat again. “Ok, I guess we don’t have a choice. And of course, I need to pee.” I laughed. “Well, at least that’s not a problem! Now you get to see how I feel when I’m wet!” We continued to talk, about her work, her friends, and anything else to take her mind of her current predicament. Finally, she gave up and squatted, peeing out her full bladder, blushing red as she did so. Over two hours went by before we heard the front door open, and the sound of Jenn’s footsteps coming up the stairs. When she opened the door and saw Jenn’s dress on the floor, she started with, “What is…”, before I gestured with my head towards the cage, where Karen sat naked except for a wet diaper, looking sheepish. “I’m sorry,” a meek voice came from the cage, not Karen’s usual strong voice, “I just wanted to see what it felt like for him. I was curious.” Jenn’s face broke out in a surprised laugh. “Really? That’s… urm… ok, well, I guess you know now. Are you OK in there?” Karen looked up. “Well… I need to clean up… and I need to pee again… can you let me out please?” Jenn looked at Karen’s diaper. Wet, but since it was a night diaper it could take a lot more. “I need to think about this. I’m going to take a shower, and we’ll talk about it when I get back.” “Oh c’mon, Jenn, let me out!” “Do you want a gag, too?” That caused Karen to close her mouth and move back in the cage. “OK, then, I’ll be back in a few minutes. You’re OK, JayJay?” I nodded, and she gave me a pet on my head. Grabbing some clothes to change into, she left for the shower. A few minutes later, Jenn was back, and she sat on her bed next to my cage. Well, Karen’s cage, at the moment. “Are you ok, Karen?” She spoke softly, with concern. “We’ve all been a little worried about you recently… and then to see you like… this… I’m worried. Not angry, not laughing, just… worried.” Karen looked up at her sister through the bars. “Yeah, things have been pretty rough. I’m ok, though, really. I was just… curious… and I closed the door before I thought about how I was going to get out. Oops.” “And the diaper?” “Well… it’s not so bad… and in the end, I guess it was good I had it on.” Karen’s voice was getting stronger as she realized her sister wasn’t going to use it as an excuse to humiliate or embarrass her. “I think… I think I know what JayJay means when he says that it’s sometimes better to not have a choice. That you can relax and do what you want to do, knowing that you can’t do anything you shouldn’t. It’s… complicated. But, yeah, it’s kind of a nice feeling.” “So I should leave you in there?” Jenn said it with a laugh. Karen blushed again. “Please let me out!” Jenn reached down to the latch that had confounded Karen and I, but before opening it, she looked at Karen. “It’s a little weird, I admit… you wanting to try this I mean… but… I’m ok with it if you feel a little better, ok? Just let me know first. If something had happened while I was gone, it wouldn’t have been good.” Karen nodded, and Jenn opened the latch, letting Karen out. She immediately went to put her dress on, embarrassed about being naked in front of her sister. “You can leave the diaper with JayJay’s.” Karen pulled the diaper open under her dress, leaving it in the diaper pail, and walked quickly out of the room. Soon we heard the shower running. Jeff's Story by JustForFun is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License. You can share it with attribution, but cannot change it or make money off it.

Two shorter chapters, since I'm behind on posting. Chapter 16: Going Out I quietly soaked in the view of California as we drove for a while to meet Jenn's friend. Looking through the mesh of the carrier was a constant reminder that I'd never see California as a free human, and I was a little down by the time we pulled into the strip mall. Jenn helped me out and connected my leash. She paused, and then flipped up the shield on the front of my muzzle. "Let's not take any chances.” That didn't help my down mood, and I trailed behind her, moving slowly before she gave me a sharp 'heel' and leash correction. At first I thought we were headed to the FroYo place, but we walked past that and entered a quiet little wine bar. She must have seen her friends as we entered because she sped up and started walking with a little pop in her step as we made our way over to a table on the side. It was clearly a Pet-friendly place, as quite a few of the customers had a Pet on the floor near them. "Beth! Liz! Jordan! Good to see you all!" Hugs were exchanged between the friends, and then I felt my leash being pulled forward for presentation. "And this is my new Pet, JayJay. We just bonded this weekend, so we're both still adapting." Jenn’s friends bent down and each tussled the hair on my head in greeting. Liz gestured to her Pet. "And this is Ana. She's been my Pet for... I think... four years now?" "Hi Jenn. Good to see you again. JayJay, nice to meet you... how are you doing?" I wasn't used to being addressed by a Pet as a Pet, and wasn't sure what to say to Ana. "Urm. Fine, thanks. Uh, how are you?" It felt awkward, being on a leash on all fours talking to a naked… woman? Would I refer to another Pet as a woman? Or just a female? The awkwardness was compounded because I had the sun cover on and Ana was naked except for her collar, restraints, and diaper, and I couldn’t help but stare at her pert breasts hanging under her. I had seen JoJo like this, of course, but being down on all fours myself as a Pet gave me a new perspective. Liz walked over to a pile of what looked like large pillows and brought two over, setting them beside the table. “Why don’t you two make yourselves comfortable and get to know each other?” Following Liz’s lead, Jenn clipped my leash onto a snap hook on the table and accepted a glass of wine offered by Beth. I lay down on the offered pillow, which I realized was basically a dog bed, as Ana lay down on the other. It certainly beat laying on the floor. "So, you're Bound to Liz?" It seemed wrong to call another Pet a Pet. She smiled. "Yes, I'm Liz's Pet. It's been a few years now for me. How are you adapting?" I wasn't sure what to say. Aren't Pets supposed to be happy? Or are we supposed to be honest because we're all in it together? I hedged. "Well, it's still new for me. We're both still figuring this out." "Difficult, huh? I know some Pets have a hard time with it. I was lucky, I guess… I was having a hard time at the end of high school, and was falling into drugs and alcohol. I met Liz at just the right time. She’s such a caring, wonderful Keeper, and being Bound to her probably saved my life. I was impulsive and out of control enough even before being Bound that I knew I needed to find real help, and becoming a Pet… well… it was the right thing for me.” She listened as I told her the story of the past week. It was cathartic to share this with another Pet that could look me in the eyes and show understanding and compassion, even if her experience had been so different. When I was done, she came over and nuzzled the side of my head, not actually making much contact because of the muzzle, but it still felt nice. The Pet equivalent of a hug. “I think you’ll be just fine. It may take some time, but you’ll be OK.” I closed my eyes as I felt her soft skin on mine, and smelled her. We started talking about other things… She started by admiring the colorful paisley print on my diaper, visible under the cover I was wearing, and from there she asked me what other equipment Jenn used for me, giving suggestions along the way on things that might make life easier or more comfortable. Suddenly, I saw movement above, and a piece of what looked like coffee cake landed on the floor under Jenn’s chair. Cake. I wanted cake. What if Ana also wanted the cake? I should get the cake first. Get the cake. Get The Cake. GET THE CAKE. “JayJay. STOP!” My Keeper’s voice was clear in my ears, and I stopped. The table above was rattling as I pulled against the leash attached to it to get my head under the chair. The shield on my muzzle was smooshing the cake into the floor, my tongue reaching in vain to try to taste any crumb. I felt a pull on my leash, as Jenn pulled me out from under her chair. “JayJay, WHAT are you DOING??!?” she asked, as Beth and Liz settled the wine glasses and other items on the table. “I…. uh… wanted cake,” I answered in a quiet, sullen tone. I had lost control again, and was embarrassed to have caused a scene. I shuffled back to the pillow, my head low, and lay down. Liz reached into her bag. “Do you carry one of these?” It was a ring, with four snap hooks. Jenn looked at it, questioning. Liz looked at Jenn. “Do you mind if I…” She looked at me. Jenn nodded her assent, and Liz leaned down. “It’s a quick and convenient way of immobilizing a Pet. It’s a little bit of a punishment, but mostly just helps to control any impulses.” She snapped two of the snap hooks between the rings on the Paws on my knees. “Ana is a really good Pet, but she’s still very impulsive, and sometimes we just can’t take chances.” She guided each hand down to near my knees one at a time and secured them, and soon I was laying on my side, not able to move. “Oh, nice. I definitely need to get one of those! I’ve been a little worried, given his strength, that there might be times when I need to control him and not be able to. This would certainly help.” “You can keep that one. I have several… they’re really handy to control a Pet.” Conversation then drifted back to whatever catching up that they had been doing before. Ana came over. “Don’t worry about it. You’re a Pet. It happens. It’s your Keeper’s job to make sure you don’t hurt yourself, or others. And if Jenn is anything like Liz, the more control she has the better the sex.” She grinned. “I’ve spent a lot of time like that… as Liz said, my impulse control is poor, just like it was before I became a Pet. I’m not sure how you feel, especially your first time, but I actually like having the choice removed and being in her control, where I know that there’s no chance that I could do anything wrong. It allows me to relax and let my guard down.” I thought about that. “Well… I don’t like it right now.” I sniffed, jiggling my arms and legs to try to get to my face. “Could you… uhm… get the crumbs off the front of my muzzle?” She moved closer, and glanced up. Seeing that Liz was distracted, she leaned in and her tongue flicked out, past the slim muzzle she was wearing, licking the crumbs off. Before Liz noticed, she backed away. “Mmmm… cake. It’s been a while. Is that better?” Well, other than the raging pressure in my diaper that her close attention and her smell had brought that I could do nothing about, it was indeed better. After some time, a second bottle of wine appeared and then disappeared, and soon they were saying goodbye. Jenn bent down to unclip my paws, and I was able to stretch. Liz bent down, taking the clips from Jenn. “I usually clip this to Ana’s collar…” and she clipped one of the links to the D-ring on my collar. The other three clips hung down, jingling. “It’s a little reminder, and it’s always ready.” Jenn took my leash, and started walking. I tried to say bye to Ana, but Jenn was walking out quickly and I couldn’t both look back to say bye and stay by Jenn’s side, so I followed my Keeper out to her car. She opened the back door, unfolded the ramp, and helped me into the carrier. Before latching it, she took my head in her hands and kissed me on my forehead. “You were really good. Thanks. I’m glad I got out to see my friends. It was good to talk to another Keeper, too.” I looked down. “Mostly good. Sorry about that.” Pulling my head back up, she looked me in the eyes. “You were good. Little impulse things like that are to be expected from a Pet. I understand. That’s why I’m your Keeper, OK? You were good. Very good.” I felt a warm glow as my Keeper’s praise soaked my brain. One last peck on my cheek, and she raised and latched the side of the carrier and closed the door for the drive home. -- The next few days went by slowly, as we spent the lazy early summer time lounging around the house, going to the park, visiting friends, and just getting used to being together as a Keeper and Pet. I was slowly getting used to my new place in life, our connection growing as we engaged in what Karen euphemistically referred to as “Physical Bonding”, even though concerns that I might still not be fully sterile kept us from getting together like we’d both like to. That had to wait for Sunday, a week after I had been ‘fixed’. The bonding sessions were usually followed by training sessions, and I felt our Bond and her control over me increasing. I saw less and less of Karen, as she prepared to start her new job. While the strong bond with Jenn filled the gap in my life that the end of the relationship with Karen had created, she did not have the same, and I could tell that she was hurting as she started to realize that she would be starting her new life in a new city with her new job all alone. She had started to pull away from us a little, getting some mental separation. I missed her presence. On Saturday afternoon, I had finally had enough. I was tired of being a Pet. I wanted freedom. I wanted to be able to walk around. I wanted to not be always in a cage, or on a leash. I really, really, wanted to get out of the wet diaper I was wearing. As Jenn was bringing me out to the back yard for the afternoon, when I saw her pick up the chain for the Pet Run I freaked out. I pulled away from her as much as I could. “No, please no. Just let me walk on my feet for a while. Please, please. I don’t want to be a Pet anymore.” I started backing up, tears in my eyes. It felt like another Bonding all over again, and I just wanted to wake from the dream. I wanted to fight it, even knowing I’d lose. I started bawling, tears streaming down my face. “I don’t want to be a Pet any more,” I blubbered. She didn’t even have to say anything. What I really wanted was my Keeper, and rather than yelling at me or commanding me, she just looked at me with eyes that I could tell saw my pain, and she knelt down, arms out. I stopped. I went back to her, head down, burying my face in her chest, crying my tears into her shirt. She held me as sobs wracked my body, as I let out grief over my lost future. I found my comfort in my Keeper, though. Her smell. Her touch. Her quiet words in my ear assuring me it would be all right. When I was done, rather than leaving me outside as she had planned, she let me follow her upstairs to her bedroom, and I curled up next to her on the floor near her desk chair as she did whatever she needed to do on her laptop, and I slept. Chapter 17: Sunday, Sunday, Sunday! Sunday morning I awoke in my cage, as was now usual. I felt the early morning sun coming in through the window warm and wake me, as I stretched out as much as I was able and cleared the cobwebs. Jenn soon appeared to open the cage door, and I exited and rolled onto the waiting change mat, eager to be changed from the wet thick cloth night diapers into a more comfortable daytime diaper. Jenn made quick work of the job, wiping and powdering me with practiced motions, and pulled a plain blue cloth pocket diaper between my legs and fastened it with velcro. When she was done, I rolled over and followed her downstairs for our usual breakfast. Being a weekend morning, the whole family was there. I lay in my usual spot next to Jenn as the breakfast was brought to the table. I was pleasantly surprised to find some tasty cinnamon toast-flavored food in my bowl, rather than the bland Pet Chow that I usually got, so I was in a good mood as the family talked above me. Not that I needed the better-tasting food to be in a good mood; it had not escaped my mind that today was Sunday, a week since my neutering. That meant… I hoped… that today would be The Day that my Keeper and I could really get physical. I was really looking forward to that. Unsurprisingly, I heard Karen and her parents decide to go out for lunch, while Jenn announced she’d stay here. What a surprise. I smiled. Even when Jenn fitted my new harness on me and put me on the Pet Run out back for a few hours until the family left for lunch, my good mood couldn’t be reduced. I started to wear a path back and forth between the back door and the gazebo to try to reduce the growing discomfort in the chastity cage as I waited for them to leave. Finally, I heard the garage door open and then close, and then my beautiful Keeper appeared at the back door. “Hi Pet, want to come upstairs and play?” Clearly, she was looking forward to this as much as I was, and I needed no commands to follow her up the stairs to her room after she released me from the Pet Run. She had placed one of my changing mats on the floor, which I immediately made for and rolled onto. “So,” I said, “please tell me that you have the key…” Jenn laughed. “Yeah, the whole going out for lunch thing was pretty obvious, I think, but I’m not going to argue. So yeah, Mom left the key. I hope it’s the right key, anyway.” She opened my diaper, which was wet of course, and used some wipes to clean me up. Reaching up onto her dresser, she picked up one of the most valuable items in the world… the key to my chastity cage. She fiddled with the cage. “It’s stuck.” I gave a sharp cry, with a look of horror, until she laughed. “Just kidding.” She pulled the device away, and then removed the ring from around my balls. My now impotent balls. I rose to full length quickly, even as she used a few cold wipes to further clean me up. Her touch felt so good. I wanted her… she took my muzzle from the top of the cage, and put it on my face. “Do I have to wear this?” I asked as she locked the muzzle straps. She smiled. “Well, it’s our first time, so better safe than sorry. I hear Pet sex is really good, but can get rough. Besides, I have to admit that it turns me on to put it on you… so…” I was still on my back on the changing pad, on my wet diaper, when she threw her leg over, straddling me. Her blue dress was over my head, and I discovered she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. “And you wearing your muzzle really turns me on when you use your tongue through it…” Her sex was now in front of my face, and I felt myself fuzzing out as her strong wonderful smell filled my nose. It took only a few seconds before her first orgasm, at which point she slid down my body and I felt her guiding me into her as she sat on top of me. I fuzzed out completely as we started moving in unison, completely lost in the feelings. I awoke sometime later. I realized I was wearing the silencing gag, and smiled as I realized that Jenn was naked next to me, apparently sleeping, and she was also wearing her gag. A chain to my collar was attached to the anchor point on the wall. My diaper was still off, but the changing pad I was laying on was wet. I lay there, drinking the sight of her in, as I waited for her to wake. I felt more relaxed and at peace with things than I had in a long, long time. Certainly since I had become a Pet. When she stirred, I moved, the jingling of the chain and tags on my collar waking her a little more. She smiled, and used the magnetic key to release her own gag. “Wow, Pet sex, really is amazing. I had heard about it, but… wow.” She reached over and removed the gag from my mouth as well. “Uh huh,” was about all I could muster. I nuzzled her perfect breasts, getting a sharp intake of breath from her when I put my mouth on her nipple. “No, no, not now JayJay. Family should be home soon. We need to get cleaned up to be presentable.” She flipped the mouth shield up on the muzzle, ending the play session. She pulled a clean pocket diaper from the stack and quickly velcroed it on before telling me to “Kennel Up” so she could go take a shower. As I watched my Keeper’s naked form disappear through the bars of my cage, I suddenly had a thought. “Jenn?” I called out. “Yes?” She came back, carrying some clothes. “What happens with… that… if… do you…” I stuttered, not knowing how to put it tactfully. Ah, what the hell. “Can we still do that if you have a boyfriend?” She smiled, and sat at my cage. “Well… something that Mom and Dad don’t know, and I don’t think that Karen knows is… well… I do have a significant other. And… we’re moving in with her when I go back to school.” Moving in with her… her… and then I looked at Jenn in surprise. “Really?” She smiled. “It’s not something I’m telling anyone about yet, but I think maybe it will help you to know that?” I was still thinking of the implications. About Jenn having a ‘her’ and not a ‘him’ significant other. “Please don’t say anything, OK?” I nodded. I was feeling so close to my Keeper right now, after the sex, that I wouldn’t do anything to harm her, and clearly this information could harm her. So I would of course never say anything. “OK, I’ll be right back after my shower. Then maybe you’d like to go for a walk?” That sounded great. I smiled. “Yes, please.” Jeff's Story by JustForFun is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License. You can share it with attribution, but cannot change it or make money off it.

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Chapter 15: Hanging Around Tuesday morning I woke up in my cage. I was not as surprised this time, waking gently in the growing light. I felt Jenn's hand on my back, and I realized that she had opened a hatch on top and was sleeping on her bed, her arm in my cage. It felt nice. I mean, I'd prefer to be in bed with her, but if that wasn't possible, this wasn't half bad. Jenn had taken my muzzle off when I was in the cage last night, which for some reason meant a lot to me. I turned around a little, getting my head positioned under her arm, her fingers on my unobstructed face. They felt warm and soft, and they smelled of her. I went back to sleep contentedly. ** I woke later and Jenn’s hand was gone. I tried to see if she was on the bed but my view of the bed was blocked by a package of diapers sitting on top of my cage. “Jenn?” I whispered at first, listening for her to stir. “Jenn?” A little louder. Still no response. “Jenn? Where are you? Please?” Now I was almost yelling, getting worked up. I heard the toilet flush in the hall bathroom, and paused. I heard footsteps, and then saw her come into the room. I calmed down. “Are you OK? Were you calling?” She knelt down and opened my cage door - there was no padlock on it today. I rushed out, nuzzling my face into her chest, smelling her wonderful smell. “Sorry. I… I missed you, and when I didn’t know where you went I panicked a little. But I’m better now.” She gave me a hug before spreading out the supplies for a diaper change. I didn’t need to be told ‘Diaper Time’ twice, as wet as I was. This time, rather than the disposables I had gotten somewhat used to, she took the dog-bone diaper cover and laid a cloth diaper on top, securing it with snaps. After cleaning me up she slid the assembly underneath me, pulled it up between my legs, and secured the velcro. She helped me roll over. “How’s it feel?” I looked up at her. “Why don’t you try it and see?” I moved around a little. It was definitely more bulk than the daytime disposables I’d been using, but it did seem to fit a little better and I thought it looked a little more… well… dignified. I told her that. She smiled. "Well, between your nice new muzzle and your new diapers, you’re starting to look like a much more ‘together’ Pet. Want to go to the park and show off your new duds?” We both laughed, and she hugged me again, my face pressing into her breasts. It felt so good, being with her, knowing that she was caring for me. We went downstairs together to scrounge up some breakfast. The rest of the morning and early afternoon were spent lounging around. We did go to the Pet park for a while before lunch, and after we returned for lunch Jenn brought me out back and put me on the Pet run. I complained when she left, but a few minutes later she re-appeared in a stunning bikini that left little to the imagination. She pulled an umbrella over, and my desire went wild when she bent down to spread a towel on the ground within my range, next to a lounge chair. I started to nuzzle her crotch, but she laughed and pushed me away, telling me with a grin that she'd be forced to put my muzzle on me if I couldn’t control myself. Sighing, I lay on the towel in the shade and tried to rest while she read next to me, her hand resting on my shoulder. It was nice to have some quiet together-time with her, with no training and no pressure, just enjoying her company. I soon dozed off. I was woken sometime later to the ringing of a cell phone. Jenn had apparently fallen asleep as well, as she was groping around trying to find her phone. “Hello? … Hi Beth! How have you been? … … Yes, just got back this weekend. … No … No, it turns out when I went to see Karen’t graduation, I bound to a Pet! … Yes, really. So I’m back here for the summer while we get adjusted. … … It’s a he, actually… Yes, really! … Definitely. …. Ok… Sure, where? …. OK, see you then. I can bring JayJay there, right? … My Pet. His name is JayJay. … Oh, cool. ... Right, OK, see you there, then.” After hanging up, she got up to pull the chair more under the umbrella. “We’re going out tonight, JayJay! We get to meet some friends of mine.” She sat back down and closed her eyes, apparently not expecting a response from me. Thirsty, I walked over to the water station that had been installed for me, jingling a little as I trailed the chain on the Pet run attached to my collar. I took a drink, returning to the towel. I tried to sleep again, but my diaper was wet and uncomfortable, the ground was hard, and I had rested enough. I was hot, so I walked over towards the pool. With the chain attached to my collar, if I pulled and swung around, maybe I could get a leg into the pool to cool off. I maneuvered to the closest point, and I found I could get one leg over the edge of the pool. Pulling harder, I thought I must be close to the refreshment I was craving. Then things started to go dark, and I fell over. “JayJay!” I heard Jenn yell. She was pulling me, and I started to revive. She unclipped the chain. She had a look of immense concern on her face, that was starting to morph into a look of anger. “What were you doing?!?” “I was just… trying… to get my leg in the pool…” “Well, you almost managed to hang yourself! And I almost let you do it. Dammit.” Now she was full on angry, but it wasn’t at me. “I should have used the harness we got you yesterday but I was being lazy. Karen warned me that the collar wasn’t safe. Argh.” Her look turned back to one of concern. “Are you OK?” She rubbed my neck, which was OK, but I played it up a little because the gentle feel of her hands was reassuring and nice. “I know you want to get in the pool, but we can’t until we figure out a safe way, and your leather mitts won’t do well, so we’ll need to get some Pet swim gear at some point.” She hugged me. “Let’s go back inside. It’s time to help with dinner anyway.” We both got up, as far as I could, anyway, and went inside. Dinner was an uneventful meal of PetChow on the floor as usual, for me. After dinner, Jenn brought me upstairs, put me in my crate, and disappeared after re-assuring me that she'd be back when she was ready. Hurry up and wait, indeed. It wasn't really that long before she returned. She had changed into some loose summer clothes and I let my eyes admire her. I was so happy that my Keeper looked so beautiful. I certainly did luck out. She added some jewelry and picked a pair of shoes from the closet before coming to my cage to open it. "Your turn now. Diaper time." She held up a plain white diaper cover. "I think we might be out for a while, so let's try doubling this up..." She stuffed two cloth diapers inside, making a rather bulky diaper. As she pulled it up between my legs, I could tell it was much bulkier than the one she had just removed. "I'm not sure I can walk with this..." "You'll manage, I'm sure. I'll bring some disposables just in case as well. Also I think we'll try some of these Pet clothes we got?" She held up two options, one blue outfit and one green. "Let's see how to get this on... get up..." I rolled onto all fours, and she figured out how to position it and fasten the velcro fasteners that held it in place. It wrapped between my legs and covered my diaper, although the puffiness left nothing to the imagination about what I was wearing, as well as my back and upper arms. I tried moving around and it moved with me. It felt pretty nice, really. I shrugged. "Better than going naked, I guess. Thanks." "Glad you like it. OK, let's get going." She gave me a pat on my diaper and clipped on my leash. She grabbed a few diapers and wipes, threw them in a bag, and we headed downstairs. We were almost to the front door before Jenn realized she had forgotten something and ran back upstairs, returning a few seconds later. "Can't forget this in public." I groaned as my new muzzle was fitted and locked to my head. Then we were ready to go. From the new Pet carrier I could see outside a little, but most importantly I could talk to the people in the front seats. It made riding in the car much more pleasant than riding in the crate in the back, so I was eager to show that I appreciated it. I shuffled up the ramp and got in by myself, waiting patiently for Jenn to raise the side to lock me in. I realized that sometimes just the improvement from a bad place to a not-so-bad place was worth being thankful for. Jeff's Story by JustForFun is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License. You can share it with attribution, but cannot change it or make money off it.

In this story, I don't touch on it any more. I've been puttering around with another story line where this is explored more, though, so maybe someday... would love to see more of your contributions to the universe too.

Chapter 14: Gagged I followed Jenn around the kitchen as she prepared lunch for me, while Karen prepared something for Jenn and herself. We ate at the table, as usual, with me eating Pet Chow from a bowl on the ground. Above me, Jenn and Karen talked. I was still wearing the bulky store diaper, and it felt uncomfortably wet and bulky between my legs. I was on the edge of asking for a change when I heard Jenn speak above me. “So, how should I punish him for his outburst at the store?” Jenn’s mouth was full, I could tell, but I was suddenly attentive, waiting to hear my fate. “Well, do you think he needs punishment? I mean, what are you going to do to him?” “Uhm… I don’t know, lock him in his cage for the afternoon and tell him he was a Bad Pet?” “Beyond the fact that he won’t connect this punishment to his actions in the store, so it would be pointless, you also don’t want him to see being in his cage as a punishment, do you? I mean, you want him to go into his cage when you tell him to. You don’t want him to think he’s being punished every time you put him in a cage. Remember, restraints are for control, not punishment.” “So, then how should I punish him? I mean, I guess I could spank him or something…” “Don’t even threaten hitting a Pet. You know that. It’s just not done.” “...I’m joking, of course! I wouldn’t hit JayJay. But I’m not sure how else to punish him.” “Well, maybe the punishment in the store was enough. You did pretty well. You stopped his behavior, removed him from the situation, and gave him some cool-down time. That’s pretty good, really.” “Ok… so…” “So, maybe rather than punishing him, we work on more training. Let’s work on stopping the behavior before it starts, rather than punishing it after the fact.” Jenn agreed, and a plan for the afternoon was developed… more training for me. After cleaning up from lunch I was led up to Jenn's room, the first time I had been there. Her scent was strong in the room, as I looked around, seeing a typical teenage girl's room. I was a little surprised that it seemed so juvenile, compared to the Jenn I thought I knew, but then I realized she had been gone for a few years to school, and her parents hadn't changed it from when she left. Karen met us there, a Pet training manual in her hand, sitting on Jenn's desk chair. Jenn sat on her bed, my leash in her hand. I looked up hopefully, and she smiled. "C'mon up, JayJay." For the first time I was going to be on her bed! I would have wagged my tail if I had one, as I struggled up with my bound arms and legs. I made it, with help. She guided my head into her lap, my face up against her stomach, her breasts right above me. My muzzle had not been replaced after lunch, so I was able to get the full feel of her on my face. I enjoyed the feeling while Karen surprised me by untapping the top of my diaper and using the key to remove the chastity device again, and I felt Jenn start to rub the outside of my diaper after it was taped back up. The thick store diaper crinkled loudly and felt like I was humping a soggy pillow, but I quickly reached a comfortable climax, and as Jenn started reading from the book that Karen handed her I don't remember anything of what I heard as I entered a trance. ** I don't know how much later it was, but the sun was streaming through Jenn's West-facing window when I was awakened to the sound of an electric drill. Opening my eyes, I saw Jenn's father kneeling down beside her bed. I went to get up, and he turned. "Sorry. Jenn asked me to install these leash clips. She said you'd slept long enough... it's almost dinner time." "Oh... ok," was all I could think of, my brain still fuzzy from the hypnotism and the sleep. I realized that she had wrapped my leash around the foot of the bed. I guess I would wait here for her. One more screw, and Joe was done. The leash clip looked like a box. There were a few holes in it. I realized that there was now a convenient place to clip my leash beside her bed. Good, I guess... at least it looked like I'd be up here more often, rather than in the laundry room. He held onto my collar, and without releasing me he unclipped the leash from my collar, unthreaded it from the foot of the bed where Jenn had secured it, and then clipped it back to my collar. I followed as he led me over to the new leash clip, where he did something which opened the front cover, slipped in the end of the leash, closed it, and left. I tugged at the leash, but it was secure, unsurprisingly. I had this weird self-reflective moment, where I was acutely aware of the fact that I was tied up. On a leash. The leash was a light blue nylon fabric, with pink flowers on it. It was clearly strong, and disappeared up under my chin, clipped to my collar. I felt for it, trying to feel the clip through my paws, but I could do nothing. If I had hands I could have easily unclipped the leash, a minor inconvenience at best. But now, as a Pet, I had been left here, on a leash attached to a wall, by someone who fully expected that the leash would keep me right there. I flashed back to times when JoJo had been asking me for some attention when I was home trying to get homework done, and I had taken her leash and tied her in another room so I could concentrate. I had barely given a second thought to how she must have felt; I mean, after all, that’s just how you deal with a Pet that is being annoying. Unlike an annoying human, you can just put the Pet on a leash, or in their cage, and they can’t bother you any more. While this is a convenience from a human’s point of view, from the business end of the leash I was finding that the implications were considerably less positive. Limited to a five foot radius from the leash clip, there wasn’t much to do. I sat down, causing me to realize that my diaper was wet, but the bulky diaper from the store seemed like it still had a ways to go before it needed to be changed. Unlike the other diapers I had been wearing, it wasn't swelling, as thick as it was, just getting heavier. A few minutes later, Jenn returned with Joe, each carrying a part of my cage. "Hi, sleepy head!" Jenn said, as she leaned the cage part against the bed and came over to give me a big hug. It felt great, of course. Joe leaned the cage piece he was carrying against the bed as well. "So, to open this..." Joe was showing Jenn how to open the leash clip. It looked like... oh. There was a combination on the top that I just didn't seem to be able to follow, and then something that she did with her hands... easy for Jenn to do, impossible for me. I had a feeling that the hypnosis may have had something to do with my lack of ability to follow the unlocking. She re-attached the leash, and left me there. A few trips later while I watched, and soon all the pieces of the cage were brought up. The bedside table was moved across the room, and the base was set up in its place. The sides and top were assembled, and then I was brought over to test it. I watched from inside as more supplies, including changing mats, different kinds of diapers, the water bottle, and so on, were brought up and stashed in her room. "Looks like I'm moving in?" Jenn turned with a smile. She came over and sat on her bed beside my cage. "Well, I convinced Mom and Dad that I'd sleep better if you were beside me up here, rather than me sleeping on the floor of the laundry room with you. I suspect your cage will still be locked with a key I don't have, though." She went to her closet, pulling out one of the bags from the Pet store we had visited, and took a longer webbing leash from the bag. Removing the five foot leash I was clipped to, I soon found myself on a leash that must have been ten or fifteen feet long, giving me access to most of her bedroom. Only the far side, where her dresser was, was off limits. Most importantly, I could get on her bed. Nice. She paused, and then went over to her door, locking it. She had a large smile on her face, now, as she opened my cage door and gestured beside her on the bed. I saw the remaining contents of the bag. “I know you like the taste of me... so... let's see how this gag works, eh?" I needed no more prodding... I started nuzzling her crotch, inhaling her scent which was growing stronger as she opened the package, removing the gag. I looked up and opened my mouth, ready for it. "No, silly, you need your tongue for this. This is for me! She pulled down her shorts and panties, and soon I was again looking at her wonderful mound, just inches from my face and nose. I immediately moved forward, understanding and willing, and buried my face eagerly, my tongue outstretched. Her hands were busy near her head for a moment, then I felt them on my head, guiding me. She was already excited, and in a short time her body arched and stiffened, only a quiet moan making its way through her gag. I continued, slowly and more deliberately, and once again she stiffened, this time for what seemed like hours. Again, the gag did it’s work. She lay back, pulling me up until I was laying on top of her, my head resting on her still-clothed breast. Her scent was all over my face, and I was excited to the point of soreness in the chastity cage. I started humping her leg a little, trying to gently signal my interest. Taking a hand off me, she reached up to the gag. She fumbled with a strap on the side, then tried the other side. She lay still. Trying again, she felt around the straps, trying to find the release. Distracted now from my need, I looked up, and laughed. "Can't get it off? Let me see." I crawled up a little, but I couldn't figure out how to release the strap buckle, and without hands there wasn't much I could do anyway. "Um... I can't tell. Can you press, or rotate, or something? She tried both, then sat up, pulling up her shorts, and went to the mirror. She looked at one side, and then the other... nothing. "hhmmm", I barely heard. "Mmmmm.... mm mm mmmmm." "Uhm... eh?" I had no idea what she said. She pulled on the straps again in frustration, but nothing budged. "Oh, this is hilarious. You can't get the gag off? Welcome to my world!" I was giggling, watching her from the bed, unable to help. She paused, and went to her bed. She wrote something on a piece of paper. "Get Karen," I read. I looked at her. "Are you sure?" She closed her eyes, tried one more time, then nodded. She went to the door, unclipped my leash, and let me out. Poking around, I looked in the bedrooms upstairs, but there was no one. I slowly backed down the stairs as I had seen JoJo do before, and went towards the sound of dinner being made. Karen was there. "Uh, Karen?" She looked at me in surprise. "Jenn let you roam around the house?" "Well, she sent me after you. She needs your help. She's in her bedroom." She put down the pan she was working with, and led the way up the stairs, making sure I was following. Entering Jenn's room, I heard her laugh out loud. "So, checking the fit, eh?" Jenn must have said something. "So, what did you want?" Jenn 'mmmm'd something else. "I can't understand you... yes it works. Take it off and tell me." "She can't." I piped up behind Karen. "She can't figure out how to get it off." "Really?" Karen was incredulous. "It's locked on? She pulled her phone out of her pocket, and in one smooth move took a picture. "Can't let THAT go to waste now, can we? And it's not like you can say no!" Jenn rolled her eyes. "Mmmm mmm". Well, that didn’t need much translation. Examining the gag, Karen couldn't figure it out either. Spotting the packaging on the bed, she picked it up and out fell a little disk on a key ring. Jenn grabbed the key and, looking at the instructions, placed it on the buckle. There was a little pop, and the strap was released. Same on the other side. Jenn pulled it off. Karen was holding the packaging. "It says, 'No Lock Required' on the box. That's because the magnetic lock is integrated. As you found out. Now maybe you'll learn to RTFM, right?" She was smiling and teasing, as Jenn recovered, fixed her hair, and calmed down. "Yeah, wow, that was kind of scary, actually. I was worried that I'd need Dad's tools! Thanks." "No problem. But keep in mind I have a little leverage the next time I ask you for a favor." Karen departed, snickering as she closed the door. Jenn sat next to me again. "Oh, I needed that. Despite the unplanned excitement at the end, It's true what they said... Pet sex is the best..." I looked at her, very needy myself even with the release in the afternoon. "When can we... um..." "A few more days," as she scratched my head behind my ear, "until we can both be gagged, if you know what I mean. Let's not risk anything." Snapping on my leash, she led me to the bathroom. Why was I in the bathroom? “Let’s see if your training is working. Sit.” I sat. “Do your business.” I felt myself pooping in my diaper. Oh. I guess it worked. “Good Boy! Now I can change you quickly, and we don’t need to worry about it happening later.” When I was done, she cleaned me up and changed me, and we headed down so she could help with dinner. Jeff's Story by JustForFun is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License. You can share it with attribution, but cannot change it or make money off it.

Chapter 13: Shopping I awoke later. Jenn was gone, and early Monday morning light was just making its way into the room. I heard noises nearby. “Hello?” I called out. “Hello?” Karen’s head poked around the door. “Just a minute JayJay. I need to find your keys.” Her head disappeared. A few minutes later it was Jenn who returned, carrying a key ring that she used to unlock the padlock on my cage, and then the muzzle on my face. “Karen hid them from me last night.” She had a grin on her face. "I think that she doesn’t trust me.” “Were you down here last night? Or was it a dream.” “I missed you a lot. I think she was probably right to not trust me, considering the doctor said we should give you a few days” She put her hand in front of my nose, and I smiled as I smelled her strong scent. “So, I came down and just wanted to be close to you. I felt better being near you.” Taking the changing mat off the top of my cage, she quickly changed my very wet and heavy diaper, putting me in one one the thinner, more comfortable diapers. I followed her, on all fours, of course, out to the dining room, where Karen was at the table with a coffee and yogurt. Jenn clipped my leash around a table leg, then grabbed my food bowl and poured in some Pet Chow, placing the bowl next to an empty chair. She grabbed a coffee and yogurt for herself and sat down next to me. “Plans for today?” Karen asked. She was talking to Jenn, of course, not me. “Uh, not really. I was going to go back to the park and work with him a little… want to go?” “Sure. We could also run by a Pet store and pick a few more things up if you’d like. Maybe some sun protection for him, a gag… or two…” Karen's voice was teasing. “Ha ha. But yeah, sounds like a good idea.” When they were done eating and the dishes were cleared away, Jenn took my leash as Karen packed a bag, commenting that they needed to add a diaper bag to the list, something they could just grab and go with. Today I knew better what to expect at the park, and I accepted the muzzle as I exited the crate without any comment. It was no less unnerving as the pen doors slammed, seemingly mocking my ability to open them, as we made our way to the same grassy area. Karen suggested that Jenn start with the same ‘Heel’ exercise we had done yesterday, so we began walking around the pen. For the next half an hour I practiced responding to my Keeper’s non-verbal guidance, and my Keeper practiced giving me the subtle clues I needed to keep in sync with her. To my frustration, I was distracted several times by other Pets, dogs, balls, and even the birds overhead, and Jenn needed to use her Keeper voice to get me back focused. In general, though, our coordination and movement was much more fluid and together. When we were back to the blanket and my leash was attached to a convenient tether ring on the fence, the praise I got from Jenn was effusive and I felt a great warmth and pride that I was able to make my Keeper so happy. I wanted nothing more than to make her happy. Still petting my head, she gave me water from a bottle and checked my diaper, declaring it not wet enough to need a change. Jenn looked at me. “You’ve been a really good boy, so I’ll give you a choice… do you want some free play time here, or do you want to go shopping now?” “Uh… what’s play time?” “Well, I mean I’ll let you off your leash, and you can run around a little.” I started to ask the next question, but Jenn answered. “No, I won’t remove your other restraints. Your paws and muzzle stay on." That didn’t sound like much fun. “Ah. Well, then… thanks, but I don’t really want to run around more right now.” Jenn shrugged. “Ok, your choice. Just relax here for a few minutes.” Jenn left me and went and sat on the blanket with Karen, enjoying some drink and snack that Karen had brought. She left my leash attached to the fence. When they were done, Karen packed up while Jenn took my leash and we walked back to the SUV and I climbed back in my crate. Once again, the car started moving and we drove for a while. When the tailgate opened and I was let out of the crate Jenn clipped on my leash and again checked my diaper. Although I could tell it was definitely wet, I guess it still didn’t meet her threshold for needing a change. I heard, “Heel”, and went to my position as we had practiced. I looked around as we walked, and it appeared that we were at an upscale shopping area. Jenn guided me on my leash towards a store that said ‘Pet Boutique’ in fancy letters on the sign. This place was clearly a step or two above the familiar Pets*R*Us store with which I was so familiar. A line of carts was outside, and Karen took one. Most were standard shopping carts, but I noticed that a few had crates mounted under the basket. I thought I was lucky that Karen didn’t choose one of those. As we entered the clean, stylish store I saw a few other shoppers, most with their Pets. To the right was an area with a sign that read, “Pet Check” with what looked like some cages for Pets to wait while their Keepers shopped. The cages looked much more spacious and comfortable than the small cage I had spent time in with JoJo. “Should we check him in while we wander a little?” I heard Jenn’s voice asking Karen as I felt a gentle pressure on my collar guiding me toward the cages. “I think we’ll want to keep him with us… we’ll need him to check sizing and such.” “Good point.” The pressure on my collar straightened out, and we continued straight into the store. The store was clearly catering to a different market than the Pets*R*Us crowd. The first section we entered was a clothing section, with a variety of covers, blankets, and other assorted items that advertised a variety of “All Natural Fabrics”, “Handmade”, and other high end features. “OK, let’s get a few sun covers for him. Look at these…” Karen picked up some clothes that looked like a combination of technical workout gear and baby clothes. Holding a blue one up, it had a solid material on the back, and a mesh on the front. Karen opened the garment up and laid it over my back. She lifted my head up so that I sat back, and I realized there were a bunch of snaps allowing her to put it on without removing any of my restraints. There was even a piece that pulled between my legs and snapped, covering my diaper. It felt pretty comfortable, actually, and I appreciated the modesty it provided, even if that wasn’t the point. “That works pretty well, and that’s his size. Let’s get a couple of these so he doesn’t get burned when we’re out in the sun.” Jenn chose a few in different colors off the rack while Karen removed the one I was wearing, and after considering the style options she put two into the cart. Jenn and Karen looked at some other garments, but ended up not choosing anything else. The next section was the restraints, and the simple Pet Paws and red plastic muzzle that I was wearing looked downright pedestrian compared to the beautiful hand-crafted leather items on show. There were ‘Vegan, no animal products used!” restraints, plastic ‘Active Sport’ restraints, and ‘Natural All Hemp’ restraints.The cages had the look of wood, bamboo, or antique bronze. I had never realized there were so many options. “I don’t think we need any more restraints for him right now,” Karen said. “He seems to be OK for now, and I think that we’ll wait a little longer to see if there are other things that might make things easier. We continued into the Health Care section. “Wow, cloth diapers?” Jenn was clearly amazed at the options. A sales person walked up. “Hi, I’m Christine. Can I help you with anything?” She was the young, cute, bubbly type that always drove me away, and I started to move away with a shake of my head. I felt a firm pressure on my collar as I was brought back beside Jenn. “Sure. Can you tell me about the cloth diapers? JayJay here is a new Pet, so I don’t know much about this yet…” “Of course! I mean, everyone cares about the environment, right?” Her bubbly voice was already driving me nuts. “Cloth diapers these days come in a few different styles, and can be really easy to use on your pet. They’re more expensive up front, but will save you a lot of money in the long run. See, we have these here, which are hybrids… You have a reusable cover, and you put a pad in it. You can use a reusable pad, or you can put a disposable pad in, depending on the situation. They fasten with velcro, so they are quick and easy to change. They can be great for daytime use. "We also have these full cloth diapers which are great for when he needs a diaper that will last all day or all night. We have pin-on versions, but these here fasten with velcro and are easy to use. Great for when he's going to be in his cage for a while. You can use them under the diaper covers as well. “As for the covers, we have a variety of options… some people like these simple covers…” She held up a plain white pair of plastic pants with velcro, “And some people like these with prints, “ as she held up what looked like diaper covers pants with a dog bone pattern on them and some with a beach motif, “and we also have tough, locking versions for when you want to allow your Pet some hand freedom but not allow them access to their diapers. “By varying the absorbency and the cover you use, you can tailor the diaper to the situation.” Jenn and Karen had been listening with interest, while I had been trying to sneak away, a move that kept being thwarted by the leash's unyielding pressure on my neck. The idea of being put in plastic pants and cloth diapers seemed even worse than the disposable diapers that I was wearing now, but I decided to stay silent, as there was probably nothing I could say here that would improve my situation. Asking to use disposable diapers, rather than cloth diapers, just seemed like fighting the wrong battle. Either way, I was going to be wearing diapers. “Well…” Jenn seemed unsure, but Karen’s interest tipped the scales. “I think you should try them. I think JayJay would be really cute in those plastic pants.” Karen flashed a smile in my direction. “Why don’t you get those cute ones, and maybe a half dozen of the pads, and a half dozen of the full diapers? We can try it, and if it doesn’t work then no big deal.” I watched a few packages being placed in the cart. “Since you’re new, maybe I can help you out? I’d also suggest a few of these pads… they go in a crate, or a cage, or in a seat, or wherever, so that the Pet has a clean place to lay down, and if his diaper leaks it’s no big deal.” “Yeah, definitely need a few of these. Two cage sized, and two large please.” More packages went into the cart. “Changing pads?” More packages in the carts. “Bags to hold wet diapers?” Into the cart. Christine asked in her overly friendly voice whether Jenn already had a cage, and was told we did. “I notice he’s wearing a muzzle from the travel crate. They're not very comfortable, and the red plastic is... um... not the height of fashion. Maybe I can suggest something a little better?” Jenn looked down at me. "No, actually… we forgot about that in the restraints section. Any suggestions?” I felt a gentle guidance through my collar as we walked back an aisle to the restraints section. “We have a few options. Do you have the key to the one he’s wearing?” “Sure. JayJay, Sit.” I sat. Jenn fumbled with something, and I felt her working at the back of my head. Soon, the red bars of the muzzle I was wearing slid forward and away from me. It was nice to have it off again. “OK, here are four of our best options. The first is a lightweight PetTech muzzle with synthetic leather covered carbon fiber bars. Still strong, of course, but softer against his head.” She handed the muzzle to Jenn, who reached down and positioned the muzzle in front of my face. It was smaller and sleeker, and much less obtrusive in my vision. It almost seemed I wasn’t wearing anything at all. Nice. “That’s my Pet’s favorite. When I give her a choice, she always chooses that. Your Pet can eat through it when it's open like this, but then..." She did something, and something clicked "You can swing this shield up, and it will prevent him trying to eat or use his mouth. It's a pretty minimal muzzle, and priced very reasonably." Jenn removed the muzzle I was wearing, and placed a muzzle that felt like it was made of rubber on my face. It was more flexible, but I didn’t like the slick rubber feeling. I tried to pull away. "Some Pets like this one better, but it looks like JayJay doesn't. The rubber is softer, and it conforms to some faces better, but you don’t like that one, JayJay?” “No,” I replied. “I don’t like how it feels. The leather was better. I mean, I’d prefer no muzzle…” All three women laughed as the next muzzle was placed on my face. This one had metal bars around my face. "Some Keepers with male Pets prefer something a little stronger and more masculine. This is from our in-house 'Remington' line. It seems a bit much for him, though..." It was kind of a slap that Christine said the muzzle was too masculine for me. I gave her a dirty look and was about to say something, but Jenn saw what was about to happen and gave a quick, light pull on my leash, and I thought better of saying anything. "OK, last option." Christine pulled the metal muzzle away, which was fine, because I didn't like it anyway. She produced the last one. It looked like the first, but a lot more complicated. "This is in the same line as the first muzzle, from PetTech, but it's a much more capable device." She leaned down and placed the muzzle against my face. This time she attached the straps. She made some adjustments, and then stood back. "This is a really nice muzzle. It's what my Pet usually wears when we're out and around. As you can see, it looks like the first muzzle, and has the swing-up shield, but this version is quite a bit more substantial. Then, you can do this... " She twisted something on the side of my head, and I felt the strap under my chin and in front of my mouth tighten. "It's not a perfect gag, but can you talk, JayJay?" I tried to open my mouth, but my mouth couldn't open, and my lips were held shut. "Mmm mm mmm mmmm." "It's usually enough to get a Pet that might be speaking out of line to behave. There is a more effective gag that comes with it that can be fit if you need it, but I usually don't carry it, as this is good enough. And there's this." She reached to the side of my head and then brought her hands forward. Suddenly I couldn't see. "I find the blindfold useful for a few things. If he's getting skittish or worried about a situation, sometimes just making it so he can't see is enough. It can also be a punishment... a time-out, basically. Hook his leash to something, close the blindfold, and tell him to think about what he did for 20 minutes. It's quite effective. And one of the coolest features is this ring." I couldn't see the ring, of course. "Try to open his blindfold." I felt someone pulling at the plastic cups on my eyes. "Now, slip this ring on your finger." A pause. "Try again. Place your hand here..." This time the two halves of the blindfold easily opened, folding back alongside my head, and I could see. "The ring is the key... if you put the muzzle on, or adjust it, with the ring on your finger, you'll need the ring to open it. It's just a magnet key, so no batteries to worry about. Here, twist this... and this..." The straps around my face loosened, and I could open my mouth. The shield in front rotated down and away. Soon I felt free again, the muzzle light on my face, just a few bars over the front that would keep me from getting my mouth too near anything. I saw a look in Jenn's eyes, one hand drifting down towards her crotch. I could smell her, I realized. With her other hand, the one with the ring on it, she manipulated a few things, and soon I was mute and blind again. Then it opened. "That's a nice... level of control." Jenn's voice sounded a little husky, I noticed. Flip, flip, and I couldn't see, but could talk. Flip. Could see, but not talk. Flip. All back open. "Yeah, we'll take that..." “This one is my favorite as well… if you notice, the bars fit close to his face. It’s not the highest security muzzle because of that, but that's what the flip-up shield is for, and it does the job of keeping him from biting anything or using his teeth… Also, the gap in the front allows my Pet to use her tongue… if you know what I mean…” “Sold!” Jenn replied, as she and Karen both laughed. Based on her smell, I was pretty sure Jenn wanted to try that feature right here and now. Christine put the plastic travel muzzle in the packaging and placed it in the cart, leaving the new one on me. Not seeing that red plastic in front of my face was nice, and I felt a little better with a more stylish muzzle. Wearing this one, I realized how cheesy the red plastic muzzle had been. Christine walked a few feet to another display, taking another product off the shelf. “The gag that does come that muzzle is quite effective, by the way… and speaking of such… not to be too forward, but sometimes it's not just the Pet who might need a little assistance keeping it down, if you know what I mean...” Karen looked at Jenn, while directing her comment to the salesgirl. “We’ve already had a problem with that. What’s the quietest gag you might have?” Giving a wry grin, Christine picked another box off the shelf. “I can tell you myself that this one is quite comfortable. Whoever may be wearing this… you’ll never hear them. You can breathe through it easily, but it would silence a jet engine.” Karen immediately took it and put it in the cart. Even I had to laugh at that. Christine walked down the aisle a little. “How about leashes? Do you have a good walking leash?” Jenn looked at the product Christine was gesturing to. “Walking leash? I mean, we just have this simple leash here.” She lifted the brown leather-ish loop she was holding on the end of the simple chain leash I was on. “Oh, well we should definitely look at a few leashes, then. Let me suggest this…” She took what looked like a pink plastic box off the shelf. “This is my favorite leash. It’s retractable…” She pulled out a clip, a thin line spooling from inside the box, and clipped it to my collar. “It’s a twenty foot line, so you can let him roam, or lock it like this…” She pressed one of the sides, “and then it won’t extend past that point. What’s really nice though, is this…” she pulled out another clip and extended some colorful webbing. “You can make a small handle to hold on to, or secure it to something, or,” She pulled more webbing out and wrapped it around her waist, clipping it back to the box, “You can use it as a hands-free leash.” “Cool, we’ll take that.” “Maybe… not pink?” I suggested. “Not feeling secure in your manly Pet-hood there, JayJay?” Karen teased me. Jenn, though, took a blue version off the shelf, though, and put it in the cart. “And these are cheap,” Christine continued, picking up a webbing leash. You should get a few to leave in the car, front door, back door, and so on. Five feet is pretty standard. Here’s a five pack of for ten bucks. They’re lighter than that chain leash, and won’t harm furniture, floors, and so on like the chain will.” “Oh, let’s get the colorful pack with the designs on it.” Karen put another package in the cart. "Good choice. I see he already has a Pet-Tech collar. Since he is a strong male, have you considered the Positive Pet Control feature? It’s a great supplement to Pet training….” “The shock collar?” Jenn grimaced. “No, I don’t want to do that to him…” “Well, while it can deliver shocks, mosty it delivers little buzzes. Reminders, if you will, for training. If the Pet goes into an area they shouldn’t, or pulls on the leash too hard, or is too loud, or many other things, the collar can give them a consistent reminder, rather than requiring you, the Keeper, to always react. Since consistency in feedback is the best training aid, this just helps make sure that the Pet always gets the gentle and consistent feedback he needs to respond best to training. And, since we’re running a special right now, I can give you 90% of the cost of the collar he’s currently towards the model with Positive Pet Control.” Karen looked interested. “Are the reminders… painful? Or just buzzes?” “Well, when the trainer sets the rules, they can set the feedback. It can be audible only, such as a beep or a click, a vibration buzz of a few different intensities, or yes, it can deliver a small shock. The trainer is in control.” “Can it hurt the Pet, though?” “Well, most of the feedback modes don’t cause any pain at all, of course. But yes, if the shock is set strongly, which can be done for a major rule infraction, or if the Pet violates a more minor rule multiple times in a row, the collar is capable of delivering a pretty strong correction. But again, it’s up to the trainer. You don’t have to use shocks at all.” Jenn shook her head. “No thanks. JayJay is responding well to the training on his own, and I really don’t want to use this as a crutch.” Karen started to say something, but then closed her mouth. Christine shrugged, obviously seeing her possible commission not looking likely. “OK, what about food?” “Yup, we need some more options. All he has right now is Pet Chow.” “Uhg.” She looked down at me. “Sorry. We have much better. You can sample and pick some out that you like, OK?” Finally someone was asking my opinion! For a moment, I felt great, as if I was part of the group again, until the tug on my collar reminded me exactly which part of the group I was. Arriving in the food aisle, Christine took a bowl from a stack labeled ‘Clean’, and filled it with some dry food from a dispenser. “Everything here is tailored to a Pets’ nutritional needs, and are fortified to give them the energy they need. There are both dry and moist foods here to try… various flavors, and foods. Start with this… it’s peanut butter and jelly.” She placed the bowl in front of me on the floor, and I realized that I could use my tongue to eat though the bars of the muzzle. “Like it?” Jenn asked me. “Not bad, actually. It tastes like a peanut butter and grape jelly sandwich. It’s a lot better than Pet Chow.” “Great, try this one.” Christine emptied the bowl, and added some from another dispenser. I took a bite. “Steak and potatoes?” “Yup.” The bowl was taken, and filled a third time. Another bite “Um… not sure.” “It’s actually called ‘Philly Cheese Steak’…” I grimaced. “Not quite. The steak or PB&J was better.” We tried a number of other options, including some wet food that actually had steak chunks, and some fortified pastas. After we had tried most of them, I turned to Karen. “When we were with Angie, I was never aware that all these options existed. Angie only ever gave her Pet food. I’m so relieved that I’ll actually have some options when I’m eating.” Jenn looked at Karen. “Well… don’t get too attached. We’ll get you some of these as a treat for special occasions… but… they’re really expensive, and I won’t be able to afford them when I go back to school. I think you’ll be eating Pet Chow most of the time…” “What?” I looked at Jenn in annoyance. “You show me all these options, and then tell me that I have to eat the cheap crap that is basically dog food?” “Hey, I’m sorry, but…” “Oh come on,” I interrupted. I felt the frustration rise, and I was now yelling. “Am I nothing here? I mean, you get to eat real food at the table, and then you put me on the floor, make me eat from a bowl, and taunt me with this just to tell me I can’t have it! It’s not my FUCKING FAULT I’m a DAMN PET, but the least you can do is FEED ME SOMETHING BETTER THAN A FUCKING DOG!” Hysterical, I started pulling at my leash, going back to the dish with a few remaining chunks that might be the last chance I had in a while to taste steak. I felt her pull back hard, but I pushed forward, using all my strength to get some of the food in the bowl into my mouth. She pulled harder, and my collar dug into my neck. “HEEL, JAYAJY. HEEL.” The yelled command by my Keeper cut through and I backed off as I felt something forced into my mouth, gagging me. My collar pulled me in another direction, pulling me back towards the front of the store as quickly as I could scramble on all fours. The pull on my neck left no room for argument as we marched up the central aisle of the store as I did all I could to avoid choking. We turned towards the ‘Pet Check’ sign, and soon I found myself being directed into a cage, still upset and not thinking rationally. Tears streamed down my face as I turned around and tried to follow my Keeper, but the clear plexiglass door was closed before I could and I watched her storm away, obviously upset. As I whined through my gag barely any sound came through the air holes at the top of the door. She talked to the attendant for a few seconds and then signed a paper that the attendant presented. She then walked out of my sight, back towards where I assumed Karen and Christine were waiting. The Pet Check counter blocked my view of her when she left the area, and then she was gone. Very upset, I slammed my shoulder against the door again and again, trying to push the door open but it held soundly. The attendant came to my cage and knelt down so she was at my level. “It’s OK, boy. Calm down.” Her voice was calm and reassuring, and I tried to focus on it to get my wits back. “It’s OK. My name is Ann, and I’ll be here to take care of you. It’s OK.” She was a small girl, probably in her late teens, with a cute mousy face. She kept talking gently, and I felt the fight go out of me, leaving only the undercurrent of despair. I looked into her eyes, seeing a look of compassion and concern. She continued to talk, as I started crying in self pity as I saw myself reflected in the clear door of the cage, a sad reflection of my previous self as my gag, restraints, and bright white diaper stared back at me. The tags on my collar reflected in flashes as they swung in the light. I turned away, moving to the back of the cage and lay down sobbing. Ann didn’t leave, and eventually I got control of myself. “Can you come up to the front of the cage? I’d like to talk to you.” I looked at her. She was being so kind, I felt that I shouldn’t just push her away, so I turned slowly, and lay down at the front of the cage, my head near the door. “I hear that you’re a new Pet… it looks like you’re having a pretty hard time of it. I’m so sorry. I wish I could help make you more comfortable.” I was brought back to my discussions with JoJo no so long ago where I had said things not unlike that, in a compassionate desire to try to make her more comfortable and accepting of her place, and now those words were being said to me as I lay here, muzzled and diapered in a cage. More tears trickled out of my eyes. “Your Keeper said that I could give you a grooming if you’re up for it… I basically clean you up, trim your hair a little, trim your nails, give you a little massage… basically pamper you a little. Maybe make you feel a little more human. Are you up for that?” I thought about it. It would be nice to have someone take a little care of me, and have a little human contact. I nodded a little. “I need to get you over to the grooming table. Are you calm enough that you’ll come with me without a problem?” I nodded again. She opened a hatch in the bottom of the door and reached in. She attached a chain to my collar, in addition to the leash that was still there. She opened the door, taking my leash, and leading me out of the cage. I saw that the chain I was on was only about 18 inches long, and went to a track laid in the floor. I wasn't going anywhere the track wasn't. "Ok JayJay, come with me." She gave a little pull on my leash. Sigh. Like I had a choice. Still feeling depressed about my condition I followed quietly and slowly and she accommodated my mood, leading me at a sedate pace while gently rubbing the top of my head. The chain slid easily in the track, but gave me no way to deviate from the path. We made it over to a rectangular area, maybe a foot above the floor she guided me up a ramp onto it. I wasn’t sure what was happening until she lifted something in front of me, and I realized a pole had just been clipped to my collar and then latched in place. She raised some rails on either side, and I realized I was effectively held in place, not able to move forward or back, or move my body left or right. A whirring started, and I was lifted up to her waist height which was, really, not very high, but I realized I was positioned right in the front window of the store under a sign that said, “Grooming Services.” Great. So much for privacy. Ann was there at my head, keeping one of her soft, warm hands on the side of my face, calming me. She smelled good… not in the way my Keeper smelled that filled me with lust, but in the comfortable warmth of a trusted friend. Sort of like JoJo smelled, I realized. I watched her in a mirror that was in front of me as she took a warm cloth and proceeded to wash me. After getting my promise to be quiet, she used a ring she had in a drawer to take the gag and muzzle off, and washed my face with a foaming soap that was then wiped off with the wet cloth. She took some shears and a buzzing razor and trimmed my hair a little. It had been getting a little long, and she didn’t go overboard with the removal, so I didn’t put up a fuss, an even started to engage her in some light conversation as she worked, telling her who I had been only a few days ago before being Bound, the story of how I had become Bound, and her gentle “Uh hmmm”, and “How did that make you feel”, and “That must have been difficult” comments, delivered in her calm and gentle voice, had me talking on and on, getting out the feelings I had been having, but not really dealing with in the rush and new experiences over the last few days. I was letting it all out as if I was talking to a shrink, as she washed and combed my hair and cleaned me. Then she removed my diaper, and I started to freak out again. “What are you doing! Not here!” I started trying to fight her, although ineffectually, as she popped the tapes and left me naked on the platform, unable to do anything to preserve my modesty. She came to the front and replaced the muzzle on my face, locking the straps again. She placed the gag against my lips. “It’s OK. Please take this… it’s OK.” I was going to lose anyway, so I allowed her to attach the gag, preventing any more talking. “It’s OK, Pet, relax. I’m going to clean you up down there. It looks like you’ve already had one hair removal session, but it can take a few to get everything, so I’m going to do another.” I felt and saw in the mirror as she pulled one of my knees out to the edge, attaching a clip to hold it there. She went around to the other side, and I tried to keep my free knee up against my pinned knee, preventing her from spreading me humiliatingly wide. Without so much as a warning, she took her hand and flicked one of my balls. I grunted. “Spread your legs.” Still sore from the operation, and shocked at what I had thought to be a timid girl causing such pain in a testicle with what seemed to be so little thought, I quickly moved my free knee to the side where it was quickly clipped in place. “Sorry about that, JayJay, but I need you to do what I ask, OK? I know you’re a new Pet and haven’t had much training yet, but when someone orders you to do something you need to do it, OK?” Having the message delivered in her calm, trustable demeanor made that much more of an impression as she petted my head. Wow, this girl was really screwing with my mind. She put on some gloves and applied some sort of foam to my diaper area and walked away, her touch leaving me an unreleased mess straining within the chastity cage. I was an erect, primed nerve ending quivering in the window of the store, my genitals covered in a white foam, for a few minutes until she returned and proceeded to wipe away the foam. I realized that each wipe was taking the remaining hair away, leaving me barren and smooth, not to mention straining to become erect and oh-so-ready, but unable to do anything. She took care around the surgical dressing, cleaning it and carefully working around the already-shaven site. After another warm wipe, she proceeded to re-diaper me, this time in a very thick store brand diaper. It crinkled and popped as she applied it. Even with my legs kept apart as far as they were I could feel the bulk between my legs. She removed my gag from my muzzle. “Are we OK now? We’re all done… you’re all nice and cleaned and trimmed.” “This… diaper… seems a lot bulkier than others I’ve worn. Can I have something maybe a little thinner?” Her Tinkle Bell laugh seemed to make fun of the question. "You’re already a diaper connoisseur, eh? Well, these are way healthier for you than those other diapers… only natural absorbent fibers and recycled plastics in here, none of those nasty chemicals that are in other diapers.” “But it’s really thick and uncomfortable. You don’t have anything else?” “Sorry JayJay, these are what we use. OK, relax a little. I’m going to give you a rub down.” She unclipped my knees from the side of the table so I could relax a little, at least as much as I could while on all fours, and proceeded to give me a very nice massage for the next few minutes. She worked on my head, neck, back, arms, legs… I wished I could lay down like a human did (…did I just think that?…) , but even kneeling as I was it was still very, very nice. When I was quite relaxed and feeling better, she finished by rubbing my temples around the straps of the muzzle. "You’re all done. Ready to go back in your cage?” “Do I have to?” “Well… yes. I can get a shock collar if I need to. Are you going to make it easy on me?” I nodded, as I was relaxed and not feeling like making things difficult for the person who had been so caring for me. She unclipped the pole from my collar and let it drop, and the platform lowered. Using my leash she guided me backwards down the ramp, the chain in the track being pulled along as well. My diaper crinkled loudly and the bulk kept my legs spread. I really hoped Jenn never decided to use these, but I suspected that they were more expensive than she’d go for anyway. I turned around and followed the track back to the cage, backing in again. She closed the door, unclipping the short chain and leash by reaching through the hatch, and then placing the gag and leash in a basket in front of my cage. With nothing better to do, I lay down, and waited for my Keeper to collect me from the cage. I woke with a start to the sound of the door opening and Jenn and Karen’s faces peering in. Groggily I got up. How long had I been out? I wasn’t sure. I looked for a clock, but there wasn’t one. Jenn clipped on my leash, and I followed her out of the cage. She adjusted the side of my muzzle, and the chin and front straps tightened, preventing me from saying anything. "I'm still not happy with your outburst. Think about it." The cobwebs were still clearing as Jenn shortened the leash, and with a calm ‘Heel’ collected me by her side as we went towards the front door, Karen pushing a shopping cart full of bags. I felt Jenn stop beside me, and I paused, looking for the reason she had stopped so shortly. Then I saw why. Coming in the door was a woman pushing a stroller. A large stroller. And in the stroller was a woman. The woman was wearing what looked a lot like a baby’s romper, the crotch strap from the stroller cleaving into what was clearly a very bulky cloth diaper. She had a gag in her mouth, but it looked more like a pacifier, and the mittens on her hands had babyish prints on them. After a brief pause I felt the leash move forward again, but I couldn't help staring at the woman in the stroller. Her eyes were closed. The leash tugged a little more insistently, and I moved along. When they had passed, I heard Jenn whisper above me. "What the heck was that?" "Well," Karen replied in a low voice, pausing to make sure we were out of earshot. "I’ve heard that there is a growing contingent of people on the West coast that think that keeping Bound people as Pets and treating them like animals is inhumane." We were almost to the car and Jenn's voice returned to normal as she opened the back of the car. "They think that since the Bound behave at toddler level, they think it's more humane to treat them as toddler humans than as pets. Of course, the end result is the same... they are dependent, diapered, and spend their time in cribs and strollers, but the Keepers want to think of them as humans. Just another way of dealing with it, I guess." Strange. I went to go to the back of the SUV, expecting to get into my crate, but Jenn held my leash, guiding me towards the back door. When she opened it, I saw that the seat had been folded away, and there was a Pet carrier secured in its place. "Look what we got for you, even though you threw a fit in there? This should be a little more... dignified... than the crate in the trunk, right?" A ramp folded down, and Jenn opened the side of the carrier. I climbed the ramp and got in the carrier. "And you can get in and out without being lifted, which is easier on all of us." Inside it looked rather like the crate, but had soft cushions on the walls and several areas that were just fabric mesh. Karen put the rest of the purchases in the back. I noticed there were a lot more than what I had been around for. I wanted to tell her that I was sorry, that I didn't mean to act like I had in the store, but my muzzle still prevented talking, so I waited patiently as the back was closed and we drove home. 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For those of you enjoying the story... as I mentioned before, this story is done and wrapped, I'm just posting out the chapters. As I post it, I'm reminded of how much I like this universe, and have a desire to write another story in this vein. If anyone has suggestions of story lines they'd like to see, or things in the Keeper universe they'd like to see explored, let me know... I'm looking for an inspiration...

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Sorry about the gap in posting, but thanks for the Likes! Chapter 12: Reflection I heard a rustle behind me, and got up a little, looking over towards the back fence where the sound had come from. I saw something move through the fence, and then an eye appeared in one of the knot holes. “Hello.” Came a male voice through the fence. My curiosity aroused, I replied. “Uh, hi. Are you talking to me?” “Well, not many others out here, so, yes. I’m Carl. I heard you were moving in… Randy is my Keeper, and we went over yesterday to help get your supplies, set up your cage, and so on.” “Oh, hi Carl. I’m Jeff. Well, I guess I’m JayJay now. Yeah, we got in late last night.” “You just Bonded, right? Like, yesterday?” “Yup. I guess it was only yesterday morning. Right after I graduated from college, believe it or not.” It was more than a little weird talking to an eye through the fence. I got up to get closer, so I could hopefully see who I was talking to, but I realized that I had reached the end of the run when my collar stopped me. “Ah. Rough. How are you adapting? He's keeping you on a tight leash, eh?” "He?" "Your Keeper." I smiled. "Yeah. My Keeper's name is Jenn. She's the Buxton's daughter." The eye went wide. "Jennifer? Really? Wait... do you mean your Keeper isn't a male? Did you cross bond? I remember seeing her around in the past when she was growing up. We never talked much that I remember, but I know who she is. She's in college now, right? Is that where you two met?" "Well, I have a story for you..." I proceeded to dump my guts on the excitement of the last 48 hours, starting with living with JoJo and Angie, progressing through my Bonding with Jenn, getting neutered, and ending with the fact that I living in the house I expected to be a temporary guest in on the way towards starting my career, but instead was on a Pet run in the backyard. It felt good to let it all out. Carl just listened until I was done. "Jeez man, that's a heck of a story. I can tell that you're still just starting to deal with what this means... and I'm always here to talk to you anytime you need an ear." I was surprised. "Your Keeper makes you stay here? Outside? Do Keepers do that?" "No, no," Carl laughed. "I don't mean I'm literally here. But you can yell, or have someone call Randy and let me know, and I'll meet you out here. Randy usually lets me roam around the house and yard pretty freely... I've been a Pet for over ten years... well, closer to twelve, now... so he trusts me pretty well. Still wearing a diaper and a collar, though. That doesn't go away. Things will get better for you, too, in time." “Yeah. I guess I knew that… I mean, I took a bunch of Pet care classes, so for better or worse I know what to expect. Helps to hear someone else say it, though. How long until he let you be more free?" The eye closed in thought. “It was about a year before I was generally allowed to walk around on two legs again. I still find myself in restraints when I get into someplace he doesn't approve of, or take something off the counter or his desk or something. Or if he feels like he needs to make a point. I still wear the front mitts almost all the time; since I can’t open doors or gates, they keep me out of places he doesn't want me to go. And of course, if we leave the house I'm always on a leash. I don't know how it is on the East coast, but out here human Pets usually fall under animal control ordinances, so they need to be kept on a leash, and are usually required to be muzzled when in public. A Pet off-leash will often get the Keeper a pretty expensive ticket.” He paused. “So, what's it like to have a female Keeper? Must be nice." "Well... I don't really know yet... I just got neutered today, so there hasn't been... opportunity..." The eye smiled. "Well, that's only one aspect of what I'm talking about, but yeah, the sex aspect will be really different than a normal Bond. You're so lucky you Bonded to a woman. It's... not the same being with a man. I think you'll have a much easier time adapting to that aspect of Pet-hood than I did, for sure." I smiled, thinking of Jenn's beautiful body grinding on my cage this morning, and her smell... My arousal in my diaper led to a dull pain in the area of my operation this morning, and I grunted in discomfort. Carl laughed, as he realized immediately what was going on. "Might want to ask for a diaper change. Maybe she'll help you out..." The eye disappeared for a moment, then came back. "I'm being called. Nice to meet you JayJay, and hopefully we'll get to talk more soon." The eye disappeared again, and I was alone. I went back to the blanket and lay down again, now more aware of the ache inside the sodden mass between my legs. I lay there for I don't know how long, pondering my new situation. The bees buzzed, the shadows of the tree moved across the lawn, and my diaper went through cycles of warm and cold. I was getting up to go get a drink of water when the house patio door started sliding open and I looked up to see who it was. Karen stuck her head out. “How ya doing?” “Well…” I tried to shrug, and the mass around my loins sloshed. “I could really use a diaper change… and I’m rather bored, really...” “Just a minute.” She disappeared, and came back a minute later carrying the changing pad, wipes, and a diaper. “Diaper time,” she said, pointing at the mat she spread on the ground. I realized that the need to poop was now rather urgent. I paused. “I… don’t suppose you’d let me use the toilet?” She looked at me, obviously trying to figure out why I would need to use the toilet when I was wearing a diaper. “I… uh… I need to go number 2, and I really don’t want to do it in this diaper… Could I please use the toilet? I’ll be really good.” She smiled and provided the expected response. “No, I don’t think that’s a good idea. You’re in diapers now. Thanks for thinking of not making me change your messy diaper, but… yeah. Go ahead and get it over with. I’ll at least change you out of it quickly. What’s the command I’m supposed to use? Oh yeah, ‘Do Your Business’.” I knew that was the best offer I was going to get. JoJo had retained most of her bowel control, but between not being allowed to remove her own diaper and spending time in restraints and cages, Angie just expected her to use her diaper for everything. I expected that the same would apply to me, of course, and I wasn’t in a position to argue much. Ashamed, I took the same squatting position that I now regretted making fun of JoJo for taking, and closed my eyes, pretending that Karen wasn’t there watching me with a grin on her face. At least the fresh diaper in her hand promised quick salvation from what I was about to do. Thankfully Karen didn’t comment, as the experience was traumatic enough without being made fun of. It took a little time, but I was able to relax, with the expected result. It was as bad as I had feared, and all I could think of was how badly I wanted a diaper change. Hanging my head in deep shame I was unable to look at Karen, and unbidden I went to the changing mat and lay down, trying to minimize the motion of the disgusting mass as I rolled over. I lifted my bottom, and she slid the new diaper under. She indicated that I should relax, and I lowered as she went through the process of un-taping the sodden and messy diaper and wiping me down thoroughly, paying particular attention to ensure the surgical dressing between my legs was clean. “You know, I wouldn’t have guessed on Friday that I’d be changing your messy diaper today, I have to say.” I wasn’t sure what to say. I replied with an indistinct, “Erm.” She indicated that I should lift, and the used diaper was removed, the cleaning wipes inside it, and I rested back down on the dry diaper. As she pulled it up between my legs, I realized this was not one of the thin diapers. She gently taped the diaper together and I could feel the bulk pushing my legs apart. She gave me a curious look. “What’s it like?” “The diaper? It sucks. You and Jenn should both try it, and maybe you wouldn’t make me stay in this wet diaper for so long, or let me use the toilet...” “Not what I meant, but point taken. I mean, we’ve both talked to JoJo, and I know her answer… but… what are you thinking now, just after becoming a Pet? What’s it like to be a Pet?” I still wasn’t sure what to say. “I… I don’t know. The last two days have happened so fast… I mean… yesterday morning I was graduating with you, right? And then… it happened… and suddenly I lost all control, and here I am. I haven’t really come to terms with the idea that the rest of my life will be spent wearing a diaper… looking out from inside a cage, or on the end of a leash… and being treated as… well… sub-human. It’s… really depressing.” Her voice was gentle as she sat beside me, gently guiding my head into her lap while she stroked my hair. “You sound like JoJo now.” It wasn’t my Keeper’s lap, but it wasn’t so bad. “Now I realize that she had a point. When we talked to her before, we were trying to console her and convince her of how she should just get used to it, and that’s how it is, and how everyone just wanted the best for her. But now… well… the feel of the diaper between my legs… the collar around my neck… the paws… I don’t want to be consoled. I don’t want to have to wear a diaper. I want my life back.” “You know it doesn’t work like that…” “Of course I know that. I think I really knew yesterday, when I kicked Jenn in the stomach when I tried to get away, that my life as I knew it was over. I hadn’t even thought about what I was doing, and I hurt her. My Keeper. When I thought about it, I knew why Pets are kept restrained. I know why society expects that I will wear that damn muzzle when around others. But it really sucks when you ‘win’ the lottery and you are the one on the business end of the leash, not the one holding the leash telling the Pet how they’re really sorry, but they should just accept it and everything will be OK.” She didn’t say anything. She just sighed, and gave me a big hug. I relaxed into her, letting her familiar body comfort me. She might not be my Keeper, but she was certainly my friend. After some time, she moved to stand up. “Jenn has been furiously working this afternoon to rearrange her summer, which is why you’re out here. She asked me to check in on you. She’ll be done soon, I think. Do you want a book, or something? I think you were about halfway through an audio book that I could put on…” “Would you stay here with me?” “I need to get some things done too. I’ll be back in a while.” I paused. Well, at least a break from the boredom, if I wasn’t going to be let inside. “OK, I’ll take the book. You still have my phone, right?” She pulled out my cell. I wondered what would happen to it… Pets normally didn’t get phones. I wondered why. It had always just been obvious to me that most Pets didn’t have phones, but now it felt really unfair. I decided to leave that battle for another day. She unlocked it, started the audio book app, and set it on a chair in the gazebo near my blanket, and started it. I noted that she purposely chose a chair that was just out of my reach. Not in the mood to argue and just happy to have some entertainment, I lay down to listen to the book as she walked away. “Good Boy, JayJay,” she said as she closed the sliding door. The warm feeling that the ‘Good Boy’ gave me didn’t balance the depressing jingle of the leash and registration tags attached to my collar as I turned my head. ** It had cooled off and started getting dark when Jenn re-appeared in the door. I had made it through a few chapters of the book, happy to be able to lose myself in a science-fiction world that didn’t involve cages and leashes for a while, but when I saw her face I realized how much I had missed her. I jumped up and went to her as fast as my hobbled legs would take me. I threw my paw-encased arms around her leg. “Are you all done?” I asked, hoping she could spend some time with me now. She knelt down and gave me a big hug back. “I missed you too. Sorry I had to leave you out here, but I really needed to focus. And yes, I'm done. Well, mostly. I rearranged the summer job that I had set up at school, and I also think I found some different living accommodations for the fall semester. Since Pets aren’t allowed in the the dorm at school, Mom and Dad are helping me with getting an apartment. I think I found one, and a good friend of mine was willing to join as a roommate, so with Mom and Dad’s help we’re able to afford a larger place. We’re still sorting things out, but it looks good.” I felt a mixture of please and sadness… happy that my Keeper was happy about the new arrangements, but the talk of school and jobs just reminded me of what was taken from me. I nuzzled my face against the side of hers for comfort. “I know, JayJay, lots of changes.” She held me, then stood up and went to retrieve my phone, pausing the playback. “I, uh, was also working on closing out a bunch of things for you. Karen has been really helpful, and the fact that she knows all the finances and your accounts and everything makes it a lot easier. I think it’s easier if I just take care of it without getting you involved, but I want you to know you’re being taken care of, OK?” So that was probably the real reason I was out here and not with her. While I was tied up out here, she was inside, transferring bank accounts, notifying banks, and all the other things that needed to be done to end my life as a human and start it as an owned animal. “Someone should let my mother and brothers know.” “I talked to Karen. I’m sure your mother was notified automatically when you were registered. I’m sorry you two don’t really talk anymore... Karen said that the Pet classes suggest holding off letting you talk to your family until things are more stable, and you’ve adjusted. Maybe in a few weeks we can see if we can arrange a conversation with her, OK?” I nodded. Due to some family history, my mother and I weren’t close. It’s not like we never talked, but… six months between phone conversations was about all I could take, and I didn’t really want to face her in my new situation anyway. She saw the sadness in my face, and knelt down to give me another quick hug while I felt her check my diaper and then unclip the Pet Run leash from my collar. “Come on. Let’s go get some dinner.” I followed her in through the door and into the dining room, where the rest of the family was getting the dinner on the table. It smelled great. It looked like Valerie had made lasagna. Of course, my dinner was like my breakfast… eating Pet Chow from a bowl at Jenn’s feet while the family talked above me. ** After dinner was over and the dishes were done, Jenn asked me to follow her, and she led me back to the living room. Karen was there, some Pets*R*Us class books on Pet training open in front of her. “OK, here he is. What do you think we should work on tonight?” Karen held up a book. “We’re still in the phase where he’s easily trainable and suggestible, so let’s work on that. Find a comfortable position, JayJay. We’re going to do the Safety Conditioning Part One this evening.” I sighed. I had taken this class too. I lay down on an offered blanket. Jenn looked at Karen. “Does this mean that he won’t need restraints any more?” Karen smiled. “JayJay, want to answer? You’ve taken the class as many times as I have.” I didn’t really want to answer, but well, at least Karen seemed to be trying to allow me to give input, rather than just making me the subject. I also knew from training that getting the Pet engaged in his or her own training really helped to make the training more effective, so I played along. "This is the class where my Keeper puts the hypnotic suggestions into my mind that I won't be able to remove my own restraints, or remove my own diaper, or go into a room I’m not supposed to." Karen continued for me. "Hypnosis can only go so far though… it only works for his conscious thoughts. What makes Pets dependent on their Keepers are really the unconscious and instinctual behaviors, such as wanting to attack someone who threw a frisbee too near their Keeper, right? Where the Pet is like a toddler who doesn’t consider the consequences of actions, such as running out into the road without looking, or drinking the toilet cleaner because it’s a pretty blue color. These aren’t things that hypnosis can help with.” I had to laugh a little. “Remember when JoJo tried to eat her own poop, because she wanted to find out if it tasted like chocolate?” I smiled at the memory, until Karen reminded me I might do the same thing. Karen explained to Jenn, “Angie had let JoJo ‘air out’ a little without a diaper, and JoJo had laid a nice turd in the middle of the room, and was looking at it… luckily we caught her before anything happened. When we asked her why she would possibly do that, she snapped out of it and was disgusted… but she would have done it, I bet. Things like that is why JayJay won’t be allowed to remove his own diaper…” I shivered at the reminder of my future, being reminded of the purpose of the thick white bulk between my legs. “The restraints are to make sure he can’t hurt himself or others. The conditioning suggestions are to make things a little easier to handle him, and to make it a little more convenient for you. So, that said, are you ready to start?” “Karen, remember what Angie said about when Pets are most suggestible?” I was hoping to angle this in a way that might get me something out of it. Karen looked at Jenn. “In the beginning few days, the Pets are suggestible, and we try to do the most important training now. But later, if you want to tune things up, you’ll be able to get him into a trance. The easiest time is… well… right after he… uh… climaxes. You know the foggy, sleepy state that guys go into after sex? Well, for Pets, that’s a great time to get them into a trance.” I grinned. If they were going to treat me as an animal, then I might as well take advantage of it… “So… maybe we should practice?” I moved to try to get my head between Jenn’s knees. Jenn looked at Karen with a raised eyebrow. If it were up to my Keeper, I was pretty sure I was golden. “You know he’s just trying to take advantage of the situation… but, it’s not a bad idea. Helps with the Bonding, too. Maybe not exactly in the way he thinks, though. Here, sit down on the floor with him. JayJay, lay down on your back… yup, like Angie does with JoJo… your head in her lap… hold on just a minute, I need to get something.” Karen got up and left the room, and I enjoyed laying there, legs spread expectantly, looking up at my Keeper’s firm, amply sized chest and her green eyes that were dancing in amusement as my gaze wandered. I could feel a tightness in my diaper as she hugged me close and gave me a kiss on the forehead. Karen returned carrying my red muzzle and gag. “You know the rules, JayJay… Jenn, whenever he has even a chance of getting… well… excited, you should get him used to being gagged. You don’t always need to use this big muzzle, but since it’s what we’re using now, let’s get it on him." A little unhappy about being gagged, but looking forward to the payoff, I allowed the muzzle to be locked on and the gag fitted without comment. Knowing well how loud most Pets are, and knowing that I had been more than a little loud in the morning, I accepted that most of my future orgasms would be with a gag in my mouth. “You know, normally when you give a guy a hand job there’s a huge mess to clean up, right? Well, the nice thing about the Pet being in a diaper is there’s no mess. You can just rub the outside, and everything stays in the diaper. Get him used to that and your life will be a lot easier.” If I hadn’t been gagged I would have complained about being stimulated through the diaper. I expected her to stick her hand inside the diaper and touch me directly, as Angie did with JoJo, but I wasn’t being given a choice and the view of her breast setting on the bars of the muzzle in front of my face was more than a little distracting. I felt her hand starting to rub me through the thick wet padding and in my aroused state i tried to respond to her attention, but my chastity cage was still on, and my swelling quickly turned into discomfort and pain. With the gag in I couldn’t tell her, as she began to rub more insistently. I bucked my hips in time, trying to help her, but only getting more pain. Then she stopped. She looked at me, recognizing the anguish on my face. “The key. He’s still locked.” Oh thank god she realized it. Karen looked hesitant. “Let me see if Mom will give me the key.” She disappeared as I tried to slow my breathing and ignore my Keeper’s beautiful breast on my face so that the pain down below would lessen. Luckily, Karen reappeared only a minute or two later. “Mom said that I have to watch, and it goes back on immediately after…” She released the tapes on the diaper, and removed the silver chastity cage from around my balls. Retaping the diaper, Jenn continued. I inhaled her smell as her breasts slid back and forth on my face, her bra sliding over the bars of my muzzle. Her nipples made bumps in her thin t-shirt and her shortness of breath indicated that she was aroused as well. I felt the release coming more quickly that I think I ever had before, and it was probably less than a minute before I was done, the gag muffling my yells of ecstasy. I relaxed into my Keeper, the rush of oxytocin through my system further cementing Jenn in her place as my Keeper in my mind. As I fuzzed out I heard Jenn start reading something from a piece of paper Karen had given her. ** 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 was like a bad Groundhog Day. I saw the familiar red bars of the muzzle in front of my face, but the gag had been removed at least. The weight pulling on my balls told me that the chastity cage had been reinstalled. I jumped in surprise when I realized that someone was laying down outside my cage. I recognized my Keeper, wrapped in a blanket, sleeping on the floor. Her chest went up and down slowly and rhythmically, and her eyes were closed. I lay there in the dark, looking at her beautiful face and body through the cage mesh, studying every part of her that I could see. She must have sensed she was being watched because an eye opened slowly, looking back at me. Her smile was one of the most wonderful things I had seen. She reached over and opened the access hatch in the cage and reached in, putting her hand on the side of my face. I moved as close to the front of the cage as I could, my head inches from hers, her hand still on my cheek tracing the outline of the muzzle straps. I closed my eyes, and dozed back off, comforted by her touch and closeness. Jeff's Story by JustForFun is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License. You can share it with attribution, but cannot change it or make money off it.

Double-chapter day, as I'm not going to be able to post for the next few days... Hope it's still being enjoyed. Chapter 11: Welcoming I awoke later. I was still in my crate, in the laundry room. The light was off, but the door was open. There were no windows in this room, but it looked like sunlight in the hallway, and I could hear voices nearby. I wasn’t gagged. Should I call out? I decided that I should. It’s what JoJo would have done. “Hello?” I called. “Hello? Is anyone there?” In just a few seconds, Jenn stuck her head in, her face full of smiles. I was so attracted to that face. I smiled. “Hi.” “How are you feeling?” She came over and knelt by my crate. “Urm… well… a little sore… but not that bad.” “Great. Do you want to come out? Or stay here and rest?” I wanted out. I wanted to be with Jenn, so I told her that. She laughed. “I know, I want to be with you too. OK, let’s see how you behave. This is a test.” She took my leash off the table. She opened the crate door. She didn’t clip the leash on, just opened the door. I ventured out, following her as she turned right. I saw the kitchen, and the family in the sitting room beyond, relaxing and having what looked like glasses of wine. I paused. I didn’t want to face them. I had fallen so far. “Uhm.” I said quietly. Jenn paused, looking at me. “Could you put the leash on me?” Jenn smiled. “Sure, JayJay.” As she clipped the leash on, she bent down and kissed me on the top of my head. “It’s OK. You’re a good boy for asking for it. I know it’s all new. Let’s go together, OK?” I nodded, feeling much better on the leash. Now I didn’t need to worry about doing the right or wrong thing; I only had the option of doing what Jenn wanted, which was by definition the right thing. Jenn made her way to a couch, and patted the cushion next to her. “Come on up, JayJay.” “No Pets on the furniture please, Jennifer.” Jenn gave her mother an annoyed look, but moved onto the floor, sitting with her back against the couch. I lay down with my head on her lap, my legs wide to accommodate the aching feeling in my crotch. It was, I must admit, a reasonably comfortable, if not exactly discreet position as the blue strip on my diaper testifying to my incontinence was on full display. I relaxed as her scent filled my nose, gaining comfort from my awareness of her hand still holding my leash while gently stroking my head. I listened as the family talked about nothing, really, clearly avoiding any mention of me, or Pets, or what had happened. It was clearly small talk as they danced around the elephant in the room. I didn’t say anything, just enjoying being with my Keeper and not being in a cage for a while. Jenn’s mother was the first to broach the subject, perhaps emboldened by the empty wine glass she held. “So JayJay, we haven’t really gotten to welcome you to the family. We talked briefly on Friday night but… well… the last few days have been a whirlwind of changes. It’s not how we expected you to join the family of course…” “Valerie!”, Joe said gently but forcefully, “that’s not very nice. Look Je…JayJay, we of course welcome you, however you join us. You’re a valued member of this family. Right Valerie?” “Of course!” Valerie blushed a little. “I’m sorry, I certainly don’t mean any harm… I mean, we’ve never really dealt with a Pet before, and we really expected a son in law that could give us grandkids and not a Pet, but we still love you…” “Mom!” Karen and Jennifer said together. Jenn looked down and held my head in a protective way that made me feel safe and happy. “Don’t worry about Mom. She’s had a bit to drink, and is having a bit of a hard time adjusting to this. But she’ll be fine. We all love you. Especially me.” She leaned over further and gave me a peck on the cheek. It felt… weird in front of Karen, who watched with what were clearly mixed emotions. I decided to speak up. “Um… thanks. I mean, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind either… but, since it is what it is I’m happy that I’m with you folks.” When I saw their reaction I realized I probably should have kept my mouth shut. I think my talking created a mental discord that made it hard for them to simply accept me as a dumb animal, and having to deal with a diaper-wearing, talking, human-ish form on the couch being kept on a leash that their daughter held, who they had thought of as a probable son-in-law only two days before, was testing the limits of their brave attempt at acceptance now that reality was literally staring them in the face and talking to them. This was clearly different than the rush and chaos of yesterday, when I was just an abstract thing in a cage that was a logistical problem to deal with on the way home. Joe addressed the problem by opening another bottle of wine and pouring it around. Jenn sipped at her refilled glass, and took the initiative to continue the conversation. “So, Karen… How did JoJo fit into your… living situation? How can we make things comfortable for JayJay here? What do we need to do next?” Karen smiled. Being used to JoJo, she was probably the most relaxed. “Look, many Pets keep the same intelligence, the same sense of self, the same temperament, as before they are Bound, and that's what looks like is happening to JayJay. His brain is not turning to mush. Yes, he's going to be much more impulsive, less controllable, less trustable… generally unable to care for him… which is why we treat Pets as if they are half human, half animal, but let’s not forget that he’s a smart, loving guy who is probably scared about what is going on here. Right JayJay?” I just nodded this time. She laughed. “Oh, now you clam up. Look, I knew Jeff well before... Very well, as you all know. Of course it’s different now that he’s Bound and a Pet, but we still should treat him with respect. We just need to help him care for himself. And by we, I mean his Keeper… Jenn... Of course. Right?” Jenn nodded. “And to lay it all out there, caring for him means making sure that he can’t hurt himself or others, that he can’t run away… that he can’t eat what he shouldn’t… that he’s healthy… and yes, that means we keep him in restraints until we can work on his training and trust him more. Now that he's a Pet he'll make instinctual decisions, especially if he is frightened, or emotional, or too excited. Because of that he’ll be on a leash and he’ll wear a muzzle. He’ll be in a cage when he needs to be. And yes, he needs to wear a diaper. See that blue stripe on it? He has no control. When it’s wet he'll need you to change it.” She took a deep drink of the wine. “Jenn, he will look to you as his Keeper and will do anything you ask, as long as you command him in the voice that you found this morning. His comfort, his well-being, his happiness will from now on be dependent on getting your approval, your attention, and your love. Oh, and Mom and Dad, let’s be extra clear, speaking of love." Karen took another swig of wine. "They have a STRONG physical attraction to each other. Like… well… like animals. Both of them. And since I assume Jenn will be smart enough to keep Jeff gagged when then go at it, it won’t be him you hear howling at the moon, if you know what I mean.” She paused for another drink, and Valerie spoke up. “Uh… thanks… Karen… I’m sure Jenn and JayJay will be… respectful of others...” I couldn’t tell if the redness was in her face was due to the wine or embarrassment. Probably both, I decided. “But at the same time,” Karen continued, “He’s also perfectly capable of carrying on an intelligent conversation. He’s a college graduate. Want to know anything about microbiology? He’s your guy. He likes to watch football. He enjoys 80’s rock, for some strange reason. And he reads a huge number of Sci Fi novels. That intelligence won’t change. You’ll need to find ways of keeping him entertained and intellectually stimulated, or he’ll become insolent and hard to handle. Like any intelligent being kept in a cage.” She paused and looked at me. “JoJo was a full member of our little impromptu family in Boston. Sure, we had to handle her in special ways for her own safety and health, but we talked, listened, and played together. She was treated very well and respected by all, but I think Jeff treated her the best. He deserves nothing less." There was silence as Karen’s monologue sank in. Valerie spoke, her voice quiet and heartfelt. “I’m sorry if I said anything I shouldn’t have. I don’t always phrase things very well. I really do welcome and value you in this family. Please speak up… loudly… if there is anything I can do to make things… better… for you. OK?” I again decided that nodding was the best action. “And Jenn?” “Yes, mom?” “Buy a gag for yourself.” Jenn burst out with a laugh. “MOM!” Karen turned with a ‘YouJustSaidWhat?!?" laugh to her mother, and Joe’s attempt to stifle his own laugh put wine through his nose, making everyone laugh that much more. The heavy emotional moment was broken, and suddenly the mood was lifted. Valerie came over and gave me a big hug, followed by Karen. Joe just tipped his glass at me, which is fine. I wouldn’t have wanted to hug a guy in a diaper either. ** The next hour passed in more lighthearted banter. There were of course many jokes at both my and Jenn's expense, and even a few poking fun at Karen’s expense about Jenn keeping me on a leash so I couldn’t run away from her like I had from Karen. Overall, though, the elephant in the room was danced with, rather than around, and everyone seemed to start to come to terms with the new normal, myself included. Eventually, my stomach growled, and I reminded Jenn that I hadn't eaten any lunch. It turned out they had eaten after my little surgery, while I slept, so Jenn took me to get food. I followed her into the laundry room. She grabbed the bowl from which I had I had eaten breakfast from the top of my cage, and the bag of PetChow. “Do you need a change?” Before I could answer she leaned down to feel the front of my diaper, cupping my genitals in a way that was both arousing and more than a little sore. “Eh, you’ll be OK, I think. It’s still a nice day.” “I feel a little wet… could you change me?” “Well…” She checked again. “No, it’s not that wet. I guess you just need to get used to wearing the diaper. Why don't we go check out what Dad did this morning?” Jenn clipped the leash to my collar and started walking, and I realized that it wasn't really a question to me, so I followed my leash to the back door. I hadn't seen this part of their house before. The sliding glass door opened to a beautiful backyard garden area, with a number of large shade trees, a few colorful flower beds, and a pool. A wooden fence privacy fence wrapped around the yard. It looked quite nice, really. Leading me through the door and onto the patio area, she took something hanging from a fence post, and clipped it to my collar. The Pet run. Joy. “Dad put this up this morning. You can go from the back door here, out to the gazebo. He wasn’t sure how much slack to leave, so for now the leash is pretty short, but if it works out we can give you more freedom back here.” I followed the wire above me with my eyes from where it attached to the house above the back door to the structure about thirty feet away. I started moving in that direction, pulling the sliding car along the wire with the leash attached to my collar, down the path. The wire entered the gazebo and ended at post on the far side, giving me access to the shade and shelter within the structure. I couldn’t get to the pool or anything else, but all things considered it wasn’t that bad. I heard the door open again, and Joe came out. “Hi JayJay. I tried to give you a good run out here… you have some shade, and shelter, and we can extend the leash at times to give you access to the shallow part of the pool here, maybe… at least, if Jenn says it’s OK… but hopefully this gives you some space.” “Thanks, Dad!” Jenn replied before I could. “This will definitely be better than keeping him in the cage all the time.” She continued a little more hesitantly. “Did you test it for strength? He panicked a few times this morning and… well… he’s really strong.” Joe took a chair, positioned it under the wire, and jumped up, hanging on the wire, and did a pull-up. Joe weighed a lot more than I did. I wasn’t going anywhere. “ ‘Nuff said.” Jenn was impressed. “I think that will hold him just fine. Angie said that we should get a harness, so it will be safer for him and not risk him choking or anything.” “It’s still on order, and it should be here in a day or two. And right over here is a water station that he can use… I picked it up this morning.” I saw a small plastic structure attached to the hose connection on the side of the house. There was a nipple on there, similar to the nipple on the end of the water bottle in my cage. “Thanks, Dad!” She looked at me. “Well, relax out here for a while. I need to go take care of some things since I’m going to be here for a while, so… enjoy.” She put down the food bowl she was still carrying next to the water, and poured some food from the bag. She turned to go, but I was moving as fast as I could to her. “Jenn? Can I go with you?” “No, JayJay, it will be easier if I can just get this done, so unless you want to go back in your cage I think it's best if you're here. Have some food and relax.” I was panicking. I didn’t want to be left alone. "Can you do your work out here, then?" She knelt down and gave me a kiss on the top of my head. "Be a good boy for a little while, OK? I’ll come get you when I’m done." She stood, and turned to open the door, following her father through the door. I tried to follow her in as well but just before I could get to the door that was sliding shut my leash pulled tight, stopping me in my tracks. She was gone. I thought about yelling, but felt proud that I was smart enough to figure out that yelling was just going to earn me the gag. Then I felt ashamed that my standards were so low that simply realizing that yelling would get me a gag was an accomplishment. Looking around at my options, I decided first to address my hunger. The food was the same as I had eaten this morning. I realized it would also be the same as I was fed tonight. And tomorrow. Sigh. I thought back to the class on the nutritional needs of Pets… higher metabolism meant higher energy needs, and the health aspects of new Pets' bowels often not adapting well meant a high energy, high fiber diet that was not challenging to digest was needed. The additives to provide for easy-to-pass and less-olfactorily-offensive bowel movements for diaper-wearing Pets weren’t strictly necessary from a health perspective, but certainly made the Keeper’s job easier. So, Pets got fed something that was a cross between sugared raisin bran, oatmeal, and tofu. It wasn’t so bad, but being made to eat it from a food bowl on the ground wasn’t exactly my idea of fun. As I ate, the thought about what this would do to my bowels realized that I hadn’t had that experience yet at all, and I realized I did need to go. Oh great. Since I didn’t know how long Jenn was going to leave me here I definitely didn’t want to fill my diaper now, so I waited. I knew that most Pets weren’t actually bowel incontinent, but most were simply expected to use their diaper anyway. Maybe I could convince Jenn to let me use the toilet when she came back… but I also remembered that JoJo had just been told to use her diaper. I remember giving her an exasperated look when she tried to get me to let her use the toilet, "Just this once". I remembered giving her some gentle ribbing about the smell in the room when she was sitting in a dirty diaper in her cage. This was karma, I guess. When I was finished eating and had gotten a drink of cool water from the nipple, I followed the Pet run over to the shade of the gazebo. Joe had put a blanket on the ground there… nice of him, I thought. I lay down on it, watching bees collect pollen from the flower garden nearby. Jeff's Story by JustForFun is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License. You can share it with attribution, but cannot change it or make money off it.

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 door 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 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 don’t remember ever hearing that trick in the Pet care classes from Angie… 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 only about 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 women 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. Unless you have a specific preference, I recommend that we 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 fast path to getting there. OK, it wasn't that bad. Forms were signed, prep was completed, restraints were tightened, blood was drawn and tested, and I was given a quick exam. Then I felt a prick down below, 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 to my unpleasant surprise the chastity cage was replaced before I was diapered again. The restraints were released, and the table was again lowered to the floor. Jenn looked me 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 thick white Pet 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 few days until the sperm check kits they were given showed no active sperm. That didn’t sound so bad, I thought. Exhausted from the physical and mental drain of the morning’s training, and the emotional drain of the neutering, I lay down and was soon asleep as my crate was wheeled out to the SUV. Jeff's Story by JustForFun is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License. You can share it with attribution, but cannot change it or make money off it.

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. It helped that she had changed me out of the sodden, thick diaper I had worn all night into one of the ‘Ultra Comfort’ diapers, which I found was much thinner and less bulky between my legs. 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. 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. 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 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 any time he’s 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 probably better trained than you are, and if you panic and bite someone your Keeper will be the one who is legally liable. You don’t want your Keeper to be in trouble, do you?” Of course not. I shook my head. “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 of 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 fenced areas. 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 led 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. Almost all Pets wore mitts or paws and a muzzle, but only a few were on all fours. I lowered my head in shame. It still hurt me that 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. Be dominant. Be his Keeper.” 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 without conscious thought. 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 thought 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, eyebrow raised. I nodded. "So, good. That’s why he listens to you, and why you'll want to take care of him. 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?" I 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 anywhere. 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 what must 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 in order 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. With prompting from Karen, Jenn took a water bottle from the bag 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. I saw the red frisbee coming our way. A dog owner had thrown it carelessly, and now it was heading over here. It was going to hit my Keeper! I jumped up, trying to block the frisbee, but my restraints kept me from being able to get high enough and it missed Jenn by inches. My excited effort to intercept the frisbee turned into rage at seeing my Keeper almost get hurt, and 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’m sure I would have at least bitten her if I could have. I had been yelling and screaming obscenities and snarling, completely out of control. Jenn pulled me to her lap, her hand gripping my collar. She slipped the gag in and attached it to my muzzle, silencing me. Her words to me were calming, but at the same time I could tell she was checking my restraints, making sure I was still secure. I was just reacting. The intellectual side of my brain 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. I nuzzled her, her scent calming me. Karen's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "OK, break's over. How’s his diaper doing? OK? Good. Let's move to the next step. Heel. This is important when you're walking with 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. Get comfortable with each other, 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 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 tried to say through the gag. "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 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 gentle pull on my collar, and started walking. A few steps later, a gentle 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 blanket, 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. We definitely needed some more practice to keep it smooth, especially in the turns but we finally made it back to the blanket. Jenn clipped my leash to the pole, and she removed my gag so that I could have some 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? They're open today?” 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. We were in sync now, and I could feel her control flow through the leash, giving me a wonderful feeling of being physically connected to my Keeper. 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. Jeff's Story by JustForFun is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License. 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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, maybe 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 even if my hands weren’t in the mitts. 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. I saw something that looked like a pile of blankets on the floor next to me, and then I knew it was my Keeper. She slept on the floor next to me! I don’t know how I knew it was her, but I knew through scent, or Pet sense, or whatever. I didn’t want to wake her, so I kept quiet, happy in the knowledge that my Keeper was so near. I realized I was really thirsty. I looked around the cage to see if there was a water bottle that I could use, but I didn’t see anything. My muzzle was still on, and the gag was still in, so I couldn't ask my Keeper, even if I wanted to. 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 as close as I could to my Keeper, and thought about how 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 door being opened wider. I jumped up immediately when I realized it was my Keeper! She was awake! “Hi, Pet. Have a good sleep?” She came in, and knelt down next to my cage. She opened a small 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, revelling 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 immediately 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 Master, or some other title. Do I call you Jenn? 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 can’t say that I’m at all experienced in the Pet and Keeper thing, but I don't like the idea that you're my property. I know you need me to keep you safe, and I have a need to keep you safe, but, well, you're not really 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 scent 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 unconsciously seemed to be doing my best to undermine. She smiled, blushing a little. “I don’t know that much about Pets yet, but I do know that there is a strong physical attraction. Just thinking about you here, in your cage… waiting for me… I slept down here last night to be close to you until… well... ” 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." I pressed my face up against the bars at the front, 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 kept 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 is now your Keeper. You belong to her. You are literally owned by her. Her needs and thoughts will be, and should be, 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 are not even human anymore, legally. 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?” Her face relaxed into a smile. “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, and not feel bad about it, 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… it hurts.” Karen laughed while Jenn blushed a deep crimson.. 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Hi folks! Glad you're still enjoying the story, and thanks again for the 'Likes'! 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 get 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 wouldn’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 by 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 conveyor 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 scanned, 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 close she was… 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 yellow 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 a Pet being let out of her crate, stretching her legs and body after the flights. Another 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 to the sound of her voice, my nose still buried in her comforting scent. ** I awoke 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 was so tired that 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 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 went back to sleep. Jeff's Story by JustForFun is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License. You can share it with attribution, but cannot change it or make money off it.

Chapter 6: Goodbye I woke up quite a bit later feeling much better. JoJo was still with me. 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?” “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… 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. When Jenn saw me, I could see her eyes light up, and her face flushed a little. I could almost sense the pheromones as she came closer, flushing, excited at seeing me. I smelled her clearly as she opened the small hatch to attach my leash, her look of attraction, bordering on lust, as the Bond between us exerted its influence. She placed her hand on the side of my muzzled face for a moment, long enough for us to connect and both calm down. We both smiled at each other. She 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 after some prompting. 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 hope that 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 me 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 silencing gag 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 and I heard a solid click. 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? Was her pain 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 crate. 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 imagine 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. 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Well, wasn't really what I meant, although I can see where you're going... there reference was to the "Kiefer v. Bensonhurst" decision in the FAFOP series (which I'd love to see more of, @kerry!). Was just a side reference to tie some of the Keeperverse stories together... but yeah, I do see what you're getting at... "Seriously? Wallingford’s confirmation just two years ago had been a heated partisan battle due to both his ideology and his youth. He’d only been confirmed with the aid of a tie-breaking vote by the Vice President, yet he’d already cast the key vote in a handful of huge decisions including Kiefer v. Bensonhurst, the decision that codified the legal standing of Pets. Prior to that ruling, the status of Pets had been dubious, but for the most part they continued to have legal rights as citizens. The Kiefer decision had erased that, finding that a Pet was personal property of their Keeper and that, due to the physiological changes that occurred after bonding, they could no longer be considered human. The practical result of the “Keeper” ruling—as a derisive nickname given by activists had it—had been to legalize seizure of a Pet’s assets by their new owner and convey legal “ownership” titles, rights and responsibilities to Keepers."