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Master pulled the car into the garage, the engine humming to a stop as the familiar sound of the door rumbling shut behind them replaced it. Then the car door opening and closing and male footsteps. This used to be her car. Her property, now masters property… just like her. The notion exited her in an inexplicable way.

Dani whimpered softly from her cage in the back, her body still tingling from the **** orgasms that had left her pussy slick and her mind foggy. She pressed her thighs together, trying to ignore the persistent ache between her legs, but it was no use. Her tiny clit was still achingly erect. Her labia swollen, hot and wet. The conditioning was relentless, turning every thought into a haze of need.

He opened the cage door, looming large as he deftly clipped a leash to her collar, tugging her gently out onto the cool concrete floor. “Come on, pet. Time to see your home from your new perspective. We have rules for pets. You’re not aloud on furniture, in the bed or at the dinner table unless I allow it. No walking either. No clothes at home…”

Dani crawled obediently behind him, her knees scraping slightly as they entered the house through the side door. The familiar layout felt alien now—everything loomed larger, her reduced size and crawling perspective making her feel even more ****. Master led her to the living room, where a pile of packages waited on the coffee table.

They looked like presents. For her. Her excitement and anticipation grew. What had master bought her?!

“Look what I got for you while you were… adjusting,” he said with a broad smirk, ripping open the boxes one by one. Dani felt her excitement grow as out spilled an array of outfits and pet accessories. As she looked at them Dani’s cheeks burned. A dog bowl, an electric barking collar, leg spreaders, arm sleeves, skimpy dresses barely long enough to cover her ass, sheer tops that would leave nothing to the imagination, lacy lingerie sets, and a collection of collars, leashes, and plugs in various sizes.

Master held up a particularly scandalous number in front of her satisfied with its size—a tiny black dress with a plunging neckline and a hem that would ride up with every step. “This one’s perfect for todays little outing.”

As he spoke, he adjusted himself in his pants, wincing slightly. “God, this new cock is something else. Driving home was a an eye opened—kept getting hard just thinking about you back there, whimpering like a little bitch in heat. The damn thing has a mind of its own.” He chuckled, glancing down at her as he adjusted the remote on his watch. “What about you, Dani? Having any… similar issues?”

She blushed furiously, her face heating up as she knelt at his feet. The chip in her throat was still there, but Master must have decided to let her speak for this, because when she opened her mouth, actual words tumbled out in a soft, breathy voice that sounded nothing like her old one. “Y-yes, Master… I’m feeling horny all the time. It’s… confusing. I can’t think straight.” She blushed. She sounded so feminine and sexy. So ridiculously girlish!

He threw his head back and laughed, the sound sending a shiver of unwanted pleasure through her. “I bet it is, pet. That’s the point. You’re wired for it now—dumb, drippy, and ****. But don’t worry, I’ll keep you satisfied.” His eyes gleamed with mischief. “I want to parade you around in public. Show off my pretty little pet. Get dressed in that black number. No bra, just the panties that came with it. And those heels over there—the six-inch ones. Let’s see how you handle them.”

Dani’s hands trembled as she slipped into the outfit, the fabric clinging to her new curves like a second skin. The dress was degradingly short, the hem barely grazing the tops of her thighs, and the thin material did nothing to hide her hardened nipples. The panties were a flimsy thong, instantly damp from her constant arousal. She wobbled as she strapped on the heels, her new body unaccustomed to the height, making her feel even smaller and more unsteady.

Master admired her for a moment then attached the leash again and led her out the front door, the afternoon sun hitting her exposed skin. She walked obediently and dutifully behind him. The neighborhood was quiet, but as they walked toward the local shops—a quaint strip of boutiques and cafes just a few blocks away—people started to notice.

Whispers followed them, eyes lingering on her collar, the leash, the way her ass swayed with each stumbling step. And she was acutely aware of the attention. It was shameful, embarrassing and it made her horny as fuck.

Everyone seemed taller than her now, towering figures that made her feel like a pet among giants. And the men… oh god, the men. Her reaction shamed her the most. They were not her equals now. Every one of them stirred something primal and submissive in her. A jogger passing by, his muscles glistening with sweat—she imagined him pinning her down, fucking her roughly. An older gentleman walking his dog—thoughts of him leashing her instead, collaring her, mastering her completely. It was shameful, embarrassing, how little control she had. Her pussy clenched at each fantasy, her panties growing wetter, the moisture threatening to show through the thin dress.

They turned into the shopping area, and that’s when they ran into Mark, one of their old friends from the neighborhood barbecue circuit. He was waiting for his order outside a coffee shop, his eyes widening as he spotted them.

“Jones? Is that… wait, is that your wife?” Mark asked, his gaze flicking from Master to Dani, who tried to hide behind her Master’s leg, tugging futilely at the hem of her dress to cover more. She didn’t want to be recognised or seen by someone she knew.

Master grinned, pulling her forward into the limelight by the leash. “Yeah… that’s her. My slutty little partner. My wife. Decided to spice things up—turned her into my perfect little pet. She’s loving it, aren’t you, Dani?”

Dani nodded meekly, her face crimson, unable to meet Mark’s eyes. But inside, the thoughts flooded her: Mark taking her leash, bending her over right there, his hands on her hips as he claimed her. Her pussy stretching, full of Mark’s thick cock. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her nipples peaking visibly against the dress’s fabric.

Mark chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Whoa, that’s… intense. She looks good, though. Really committed to the role.”

As they chatted, Master’s hand slipped behind her, his fingers discreetly sliding under the dress’s hem. He pushed aside the thong and dipped into her slick folds, fingering her slowly, teasingly.

Dani gasped, her tiny body betraying her as she pressed back against him, her heels making her wobble. The panties were soaked now, and she prayed they weren’t visible, but the way the dress rode up with every shift… god, they might be. She stepped closer to use her body to shield masters hand, breasts and cleavage more prominently on display, Mark’s eyes darted down, noticing her flushed skin, the outline of her nipples, her cleavage, the subtle tremble in her legs.

“She’s a bit needy today,” Master said casually, his fingers curling inside her, making her whimper. “But that’s pets for you.”

Mark laughed, oblivious or pretending to be, but Dani could see the spark in his eyes—the same one she felt burning in her core. The humiliation washed over her, mixing with the arousal, leaving her dizzy and defeated. She had no control, no escape. Just endless, confusing need. “You should visit. Dani would like that, wouldn’t you pet?”

“Yes sir…”