Of the beginning, but life goes on

Both me and Clair easily sail through midterms without any fuss. Having so many of the same classes means we can effortlessly study together. I still don’t know what my major should be, but my pregnancy isn’t going to change my plan to graduate. I should tell my parents about this… and I will. Eventually. Like, after I graduate and my child is three years old. Yep. I should be ready to explain by then how I went from ‘never held hands’ to fully pregnant within the first month away from home. Man, this was not going to help my parent’s perception of college or of my ability to make wise decisions.

Still, I feel my happiness bubbling out of me all the time. So much so I even smile like an idiot in the middle of class where people can see me. And Clair seems just as enamored with me. We hold hands everywhere and I even managed to kiss her in public without dying of embarrassment…

Which is how we managed to get in trouble with the dorm head. After a long diatribe about moral values and school regulations, she kicked us out of her office with clear instructions that by the end of the day either one of us needed to voluntarily move to a different dorm, or we both were getting kicked out. It wasn’t the type of infraction that could get us kicked from college, but without dorm rooms we would need to spend our own money to get an apartment nearby, and those were pricey. We sat in heavy silence as we contemplated our future.

“I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. I knew we couldn’t show off in public… I don’t even like showing off in public. I just wanted to… to…”

“It’s okay. I, um. Have an idea. But it involves moving into a house in an awkward part of town.” Clair looks pretty embarrassed for someone who just dropped that they had access to a whole house on me.

“You have a house nearby? Why are you in the dorms then? Not that I’m complaining, but…”

“It’s my uncle’s actually. It’s thirty minutes from campus which isn’t bad but still sucks compared to the dorms… and it’s right next to a sex shop and used to be a porn studio. So… yeah.” I was pretty surprised by Clair’s apparent squeamishness. If her uncle was cool enough to let us stay there who cared what used to happen there or what went on next door.

“So what’s wrong with it?”

“Nothing, it’s just… when my uncle offered it to me he made a joke about how I could have made a killing in that house back in the day. This was also just a bit after prom.”

“Oh my god, he’s not going to be there is he? How could he say that to his own niece!”

“No he won’t be there. And you have to understand he has lots of friends in the porn industry and doesn’t think much about what he says or how it can come off sometimes. His sense of humor is very inappropriate. He apologized a ton afterwards, but I just wanted to start fresh meeting new people as quickly as possible and that meant the dorms.”

“Okay, but then don’t you want to still live in the dorms?” My head was spinning with the rate of new twists and turns Clair was throwing at me. Okay note to self, don’t hate Clair’s uncle, but don’t trust him either.

“No, I think I’ve met the most important people.” She pets my hair and I smile at her shyly. Wait, people? Who else is important to her? I decide to let it slip my mind, this day had already been a roller coaster of emotions and I just want to lie in Clair’s arms as she pets me.

“So, I guess we should tell the dorm head we’re leaving?”

Clair kisses my forehead, “You go begin packing. I’ll go talk to the dorm head. Don’t worry about the rest, your king has it covered.” I smile at her brightly before I skip off in a very un-goth like manner.

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I drive up to a small two bedroom house with a white picket fence and what looks like a small pool in the back. Clair’s truck is already here, and I imagine my car will be sitting unused for a while as we carpool in her truck. The lawn could use mowing, but other than that it looks quite nice from the outside.

I was fine with the idea before on account of it being a free house to stay at… but now I suddenly find myself filled with anxiety. Is this place hygienic? Did they clean it after it was used? I mean they had to of… right? I knock on the door, briefly flashing back to when I had confidently charged into our dorm for the first time… and suddenly I’m homesick for a dingy dorm room.

Clair opens the door and seeing her in a new environment makes it hit all over again just how beautiful she is. She smiles down at me sweetly. “Good, you found it okay. I was a little worried since this address doesn’t always work on navigation apps. The short dirt road throws them for a loop for some reason.”

I go to walk in the door but Clair stops me. “Whoa, please wait just a moment.” She steps outside next to me, takes a deep breath and then begins to lean down towards me. Before I know it she has me up in the air in a princess carry, something that she knows is now my favorite way to travel. “Allow me to give my Princess the grand tour.” Smiling sillily at each other we pass through the threshold, although I hardly glance at the living room, kitchen, or any of the rooms Clair dutifully carries me through. Finally we find the bedroom. Clair puts me gingerly down on the beds edge.

Suddenly Clair takes a deep breath and tries to look serious. “There’s something I want to ask you about… I love you. I love you so much. But you also make me feel… other things. I know we’ve done some role play and you’ve let me be a little rough with you… but I want to do more. You don’t have to decide now, and I’ll love you even if you say no. But I want you to know how I feel.”

Suddenly I realize that moving in with Clair means that even if she doesn’t realize it there is an inherent power imbalance between us that heavily favors her. And that… turns me on. I quickly find myself wondering how far she can take this, and silently root for her to take it and run as far as she can. I clear my throat that has constricted with desire, “and… what exactly do you want to do with me while we’re all alone and you have me at your mercy?” Okay, maybe I need to work on my subtlety.

Smiling and clearly emboldened by my flirty response, she reaches beneath the bed and pulls out… headbands? Oh, they’re those animal ear headbands. One looks like simple triangle ears, a cat I suppose. The other has slightly folded and floppy ears which must be a dogs. Both match the black of my hair. I smile gently, look at Clair and wait. I suspect that she wouldn’t be so cryptic if she just wanted me to wear a headband, ears or not.

“I was hoping, we could do a bit more persistent role play, at least while we were at home.” I think I understand, but I need her to say it. She needs to say it for herself. So I just keep smiling and lean closer to her, so she knows she has my undivided attention. “I… think you would make an adorable pet. And I think you’d really enjoy it too. So I was hoping, if you’re open to it, if I could train you as a pet while we’re at home.”

I look down in embarrassment. Okay, full time at home training was a bit more than I thought she was going for… but her boldness definitely makes it hard to not see my future on a leash. My eyes scan the two headbands before me. I timidly pick up the cat ears. “…cats are really cute, and sexy…” I playfully drop the ears on the floor. “But they can’t be easily trained.” I reach down and pick up the dog ears. “Dogs are adoring and obedient, and love to be taught tricks,” I place the dog ears in her hands. “But no pet can choose themselves to be a pet, or who there owners are… only the owner gets to make that decision.” I look seductively at Clair through my eyelashes, batting them at her. Her face tells me I nailed the seduction, my heart giddily waiting for her to reward my little sexy speech.

She places the dog ears on my head gently and kisses my cheek. Then she slides off the bed and begins rapidly pulling out more devices. What did I just get myself into?

Clair quickly returns to me and without discussion begins stripping me down. I guess I did say pets can’t make decisions. In short order I am left with nothing but my Princess tagged collar and new dog ears. She then brings up a pair of black full sleeve gloves that she begins to help me into. Once on I can feel that my hands are **** into fists and the end is covered in a paw shaped pad. She then uses cords I hadn’t seen before to connect the top of the gloves to the back of my collar, making it impossible for me to remove them without help. I’m both proud and incredibly turned on by how bold Clair is being with this plan.

Next she brings out a pair of black full length boots with straps along the sides, paw pads on the knees, and ending in three inch plat forms. Clair easily slips them on my unresisting body. She then pulls out a pair of crotchless panties with a hip belt and a few rings attached. After sliding these on me she moves to attach cords from the top of my new boots to the rings on the belt portion of the panties, which she tightens so it can’t slide past my hips. This renders the boots similarly not removable without help. She then carefully folds my legs back and uses the boots side straps to connect my upper and lower legs, giving me **** but to crawl on my knees if I want to move.

Finally she goes down one more time and comes back with… a long stick? No, the two ends look different, one looks like a series of balls stuck together with an extra large ball before it continues to the other side as a pretty regular strait stick. My confusion is short lived as she puts it to my mouth and commands me to lick. My cheeks catch on fire as I realize what’s going to happen next, but I obediently do my best to slobber and drool all over the knobby end of the tail plug. Sure enough, Clair pulls it away from me and then begins to slowly push the tail inch by inch into my ass. I groan, but Clair swats my butt gently. “Dogs don’t sound like that.” It’s all she says, but I get the message and try my best to express my discomfort at the intrusion with appropriately dog like whimpers and yips. Once the largest ball is snugly inside my anus I feel her adjust my new panties once again and slip one end of the tail through it, I assume to also make it so I can’t just push it out. I hope Clair never forgets to take me out of this because I can tell there is no way I can get out of it myself.

Clair scritches my head and then picks me up. She carries me over to a full body mirror and puts me down beside her. I watch myself, entranced by the transformation as she continues to coo and pamper me with pets. Then she stops and looks seriously at me.

“Let me know right away if something doesn’t feel right. I know this is a lot, but it would mean a lot to me if you gave this a try, at least from time to time. But if you’re happy… well, happy puppies can’t talk.” I looked up at her lovingly, and knew there was only one right answer.

“Ruff!”