Made them his pets

You push into the apartment and immediately you smell sex. The scent of cum and sweat wafts into your nose, and to be honest, it turns you on.

But you won't believe what your man has done until you see...

And there it is. Aroshi. The pretty Persian girl whose clothes you've been trying to get into for months, is on all fours, nude, leashed, collared, wearing a pair of fuzzy kitten ears and a big fluffy kitten tail buttplug.

You freeze. You can't really be seeing this. He can't really have done all this when you could barely get that girl to feel you up.

"That's my little pussy ****" He says behind you. But you barely hear. You're too busy being mesmerized. Mesmerized by Aroshi's amazing, tight, caramel-colored body. You've wanted to own it for so long. And here it is. But you don't know what it'll take to get your tongue in it.

She licks her arms, and glances up at you with big, cute, eager eyes. She almost doesn't recognize you, as if she's been completely enslaved and mindfucked. And you notice that her chin is wet, soaked with juices from somewhere.

That somewhere isn't a mystery long, once you notice the neighbor woman at the other end of the room. She's wearing little piggy ears and a curled piggy tail plugged in her asshole. She's a handsome woman in her late 30's with blonde hair, and nice curves. She lays with her legs spread, exposing a wet, shaved twat to the room. She doesn't seem to care that you're looking right at it. She doesn't seem to care that anything is happening at all.

"And that's my piggy ****" the voice comes behind you. "You know originally my pussy **** didn't eat pork. But we fixed that." he laughs.

You turn toward him. "How did you do this?" the whole scene turns you on, though you're not sure what you're in for. Clearly he wants you to join in the fun.

"And I'm sorry honey," He says. "I know our relationship has always been equal, equal parts dominance, equal parts submission, but that ends today. You're my newest pet ****."

You have to admit he's won your little contest. Clearly that can't be disputed. However... "We didn't say anything about permanence" you say. "The contest winner gets to enslave the other for a short period of time..."

"That's true" He explains, his lips curling into that fucking charming smile you fell for. "But let's not pretend we don't know the truth. Once I get you on your knees. Once I get you collared, there's no coming back. You may think you'll want to now. But once you're full purpose in life is to be my fuck pet, you won't want anything else."

And you tremble, because there's a part of you, a very big part of you that knows that's true. Your knees quiver. You don't know what to do. This is all too much to take in. You can't argue. You can't run. You can't deny your boyfriend what is rightfully his. And if it gets you rolling around in Aroshi and that other woman's juices, maybe it's worth it.

Your boyfriend unzips and pulls down his pants. His thick, fully erect cock pops out. "It's time to get down on the floor dear. It's time to take your place at my feet.

And your knees start to bend, as if you can't help it. Something very primal in your mind is taking hold. Your knees bend and you find yourself on all fours before your boyfriend.

Quickly he grabs a leash and collar from off a nearby table, and wraps it around your neck. The sensation... this sensation, of being owned, is new and... extremely exciting. Then you feel him place something on your head. It's your ears.

You look up at him. "What animal am I?"

For a response you feel his spit hit your face. "Pet's don't talk." Then he leads you by the leash over to a mirror for you to see for yourself.