Day as a Pet Girl

A tall, handsome, well-built young man carrying a duffel bag walked up to her. He was wearing jeans and tight-fitting black t-shirt. He walked up to Bella as if what she was doing was perfectly normal. "Whose a good girl?" he said as if talking to a pet dog.

Bella smiled. Part of her was burning with shame, but a bigger part was was seriously aroused. She smiled and thumped her foot on the ground.

"Good girl," Said the man. He put his duffel bag down and and reached inside. He pulled out a black collar with metal studs and affixed it around Bella's neck. The then attached a long black leather leash. "Let's get you inside before the dog catcher shows up." He tugged on the leash and led Bella back into her house.

Once inside, the man closed and locked the door. "Good Bella. You're such a good little bitch, aren't you?"

Bella smiled and did her best to make sounds like an affectionate puppy. The man put his duffel down again. He reached in and pulled out a rubber dog nose with a strap. He strapped it to Bella's head so the nose covered her own. He then took out a head band with floppy dog ears attached and put it on Bella's head so the band was under the strap that held the nose in place.

"Now you look more like the cute little bitch you are," said the man. He then slowly pulled out an anal plug with a long reddish-blonde tail attached. "But a good little bitch needs a tail, doesn't she?"

Bella swallowed hard. She nodded and made more puppy sounds. The man walked behind her. She heard the man spit then squealed as the anal plug was twisted up in her. She felt the cool hair of the tail fall against her buttocks and thighs.

The man walked back in front of Bella. She looked up at him. Her mind was swimming so much with confusion, lust, and shame, she barely had enough presence of mind to wonder how the man with all the pet-girl props just happened to be in the right place at the right time. A tug on the leash snapped her out of it. He led Bella into the downstairs bathroom.

"Thirsty?" he asked. "Where do little bitches drink from?"

Bella looked at the toilet. The man opened the lid. Bella, her cheeks burning, crawled over and lowered her head into the toilet. She lapped at the water for a few moments before coming up.

"Good girl!" the man said. He scratched Bella behind the ear.

Bella grew even more horny. The man led Bella to her bedroom.