A fun weekend

Our days continue on. I’m enjoying our pet play so much, I can’t help but push for little bits of it to be included in our regular lives. I started wearing the dog ears to school. It was embarrassing but you occasionally saw much stranger clothing on campus. Then I discovered that the leg binding boot’s paw knee pads were removable. With their endless buckles up the side and platform bottoms they managed to make me look even more goth, and wearing them to school saved time on my transformation once we came back. The part that I’m really proud of and keeps me blushing throughout the day is the holes I’ve sown into all my skirts. If the tail just hung straight down under my skirts then college students reprobate minds would instantly know what was going on. But with the tail seemingly attached to my clothes I was just Master’s… I mean Clair’s puppy eared goth girlfriend.

We just finished up studying in the library and I begin putting away my school supplies. Suddenly I feel a strong pull on my tail and I slide backwards to follow it. I quickly run into an Amazonian wall. I look up at my amazing girlfriend and smile at her antics. She loves giving my tail little tugs and twists throughout the day, surreptitiously making me squirm in front of anyone who might be nearby. She looks so happy.

She leans down close and whispers to me. “I want to ask you something before we get back, while you’re still my Princess Corvid, and not Princess.” Ooh, mysterious. She’s normally quite eager to get me home so she can play with Princess.

“What answer doth my king require of her humble princess?” I whisper back.

She looks around and decides the library isn’t empty enough. I don’t see anyone from our secluded little corner, so she must be serious about keeping this a private conversation. We make it to her truck and get in. Without even putting the keys in the ignition she turns to me. “I want us to go to another party.” That was nowhere on my list of possible conversations.

I grow anxious, not eager to repeat my last college party experience but also eternally eager to please Master… Clair! I’m not Princess yet, she’s Clair.

“It won’t be like last time, I can promise you that. But I don’t know how you’ll feel about it. It’s… sort of a masquerade party?” She’s right, that does change things. It may not be much but a mask would take a huge burden off my mind. I wouldn’t have to constantly wonder if I was holding my face in the wrong position or something.

“That sounds a lot better. Is it fancy then, less loud music?” I didn’t actually dislike loud music in general, but during a party it added to my sensory overload.

“I think so, but… I said ‘sort of’ for a reason. I found out about this party from… our next door neighbors.” We didn’t have neighbors. There were only two buildings at the end of our street.

“The sex shop advertises parties?” My skepticism was high.

“No, it wasn’t advertised. But they kind of noticed my purchase history and let slip that there was an upcoming event they were hosting for interested locals.” She was having difficulties looking me in the eyes. What was she keeping from me!

“What were you purchasing?”

“I actually got us some more toys,” she avoids the question with an empty answer that contains no new information considering we’re talking about her in a sex shop. “… I got you a new tail, a new piece of underwear… and a mask! One that would look perfect on you for the party.” Okay. It’s something about the mask.

“Can I see it? Before I decide on the party?”

“Oh, it’s at home. So I guess YOU can’t see it, but I can show Princess as soon as we get back.” With a satisfied smirk on her face I get the feeling she doesn’t think Princess will be able to refuse. But Princess isn’t the one going to a party.

We get home and Master sets a new record for my transformation. She scritches under my chin and coos sweetly at me. Before wandering off. Hey! Get back here and explain further! And pet me more too! I bark and follow her, eager for attention as always.

Following her leads me to the bedroom. She already found the package she was looking for and pulls a mask out. It’s stunning, full black with feather and lace edges to give it a mysterious look, it really does look like it would fit in at a fancy masquerade. It looks like it covers everything from the cheekbones up. She puts it on herself, and then reaches down again.

She pulls out a second mask, a smaller one. Which makes sense as my head is smaller than hers and these masks are clearly meant to be close fits to the face. Mine is… oh. My pussy moistens and I can’t help but wag my butt in glee as my puppy heart rejoices, even as my human one panics. It doesn’t matter. I now fully understand the joy dogs feel when their masters take them out on walks, or car rides. Master approaches me slowly and pushes a bit of hair from my face, before sliding the black mask onto my face. It leaves my jaw exposed, but the rest of my face is now covered and I can see my new snout extending from my face. I yip happily. Master is taking Princess to a party!

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I shake with excitement on the floor of the backseat in Masters truck. Most of my gear is my new standard, but there are a few changes. Of course there is my mask. It has dog ears on it so my headband stayed home. My paw gloves and knee pads are also different, thicker and rougher material that is a bit too warm inside but is more durable for longer use on dirtier floors. Master also changed out my tail for one with a built in vibrator.

We’ve arrived at the event. I don’t know where we are exactly, both on account of the fact I’m terrible with directions and because puppies don’t need to know such things. Master parks and comes around to get me. She wraps me in a large black rain jacket to keep prying eyes from seeing my full pet self and hurriedly carries me inside. It looks like the sex shop rented out a local cinema. I’ve never been, but it seems an odd choice. We see a few other people also walk in, their consistently large coats making it clear everyone was wearing something they would rather not be seen wearing in public.

Clair carries me to the ticket counter and passes a slip of paper to the employee. “Thank you for coming. We hope you have a wonderful time. But just so you know, we have changing rooms available and prefer guests not arrive with their pets already in character.” Looking around and… yep. I’m the only one wearing a pet mask and being carried. Granted most people probably couldn’t carry their partners as easily as Master could toss me around. I can’t help but squirm with embarrassment, even with my mask.

“Shhh, shh. It’s okay girl. No one’s mad at you.” Then Master addresses the employee again. “Thanks for letting me know, I’ll keep that in mind for next time.” Then she carries me past the ticketing station and into the lobby. It becomes clear that this is the main attraction as scantily clad people of all shapes and sizes walk around calmly with soft techno music in the background. Lights were dim and several people were emerging from side rooms on their knees in several varieties of pet gear.

One thing I quickly realized as Master put me down and removed my coat to fully expose me to the party, I was somehow one of the most exposed people here. Sure several folks had breast or groins out for the world to see, but most of the pets had on at least underwear, and several had full body latex. It looked hot and uncomfortable and I hoped Master would keep me a natural puppy. Now low to the ground I noticed that there was also a fog machine going somewhere. Master tugged on my leash and lead me to a bar at the end of the room. “Long Island iced tea, and can you put it in a bowl?”

I looked up at Master, curious as to what she was planning. We were both too young to drink. But I got distracted marveling at her beauty. She got me ready at home while already wearing her coat, so this was the first time I saw her in this outfit. She had on a sleeveless latex long neck shirt with a large chest window cut out, large enough to completely expose her breasts. The window was covered by a clear fishnet material that did nothing to obstruct the view. Below that she had on a belt with most of a skirt coming down off it. In front the skirt was missing, exposing her large semi erect penis to the whole room. I knew that she still had a bit of a complex over her intersex status, so I was filled with pride that my Master had become so brave. Further down she wore black latex knee length high heeled boots that made her already giant frame practically tower over the crowd. Her well done makeup had extra thick mascara on, giving the eyes seen through her mask a clear dominatrix vibe.

While I mused on my beautiful Master, she made a bowl of clear brown liquid appear before me, with a straw. I wordlessly used the straw to drink up. It had a slightly funny aftertaste so I drank it as quickly as I could to enjoy the yummy flavor while minimizing the aftertaste. I looked back up at Master and whines for more. She looked down at me and laughed. “Oh my god. You weren’t supposed to drink it that fast. Oh my cute little puppy. No more for you tonight.” And so saying she downed what looked like a shot glass and then quickly paid before leaving the bar.

Leading me along with my leash, Master and I arrived at a small circle of people lavishing praise and adoration towards the center. Breaking through I saw that in the center were two pets rubbing themselves against a couple of posts in the ground. One fell forward, revealing a dildo that she had been riding. Her master gently pulled her away, and a time was added to a board above the posts. The longer the time the higher on the list it went.

As an attendant quickly appeared and began cleaning the post, Master hailed him. “Excuse me, is there a line? I’d like my Princess to compete.” This was the first I had heard of this. But if it’s what Master wanted I could try. Perhaps my fuzzy-ing mind was helping, but I still couldn’t help but whine with nervousness.

“No line. Just let me finish cleaning and get the clock ready.” After a moment the post was ready to be used.

Master pushed me forward gently. Into the center of a crowd. All of them cooing and blowing kisses at me. Baby talk and cat whistles. My head begins to spin. I’m not the only one here at least… nope. The other pet just finished and I’m now alone next to two posts in the center of a crowd. Master gets closer and takes me by the face. “It’s okay baby, just back up a little. Don’t focus on their words or faces, just feel how much they like you. Everyone wants to see you have fun. That’s it. Just a little further back…” I feel the dildo slide into me. Then Master, who apparently learned the rules of these games without me, pulled a ball on a string I hadn’t seen and the dildo came alive inside of me, not just vibrating but twisting and turning, churning my insides roughly. Master then put the little red ball on the end of the string in my mouth. “Hold the ball for as long as you can baby. The dildo keeps going until you let go.” I’m lost in the sensation for a moment, the crowds cheering falling away leaving only the feeling of their adoration. I want to win this for Master, I’ll grit my teeth and endure, I’ll… feel the vibrator in my tail plug roar to life. I’m overwhelmed by the sudden dual **** and orgasm immediately, collapsing forward and letting the ball fall from my mouth. Master comes back to me beaming with pride. “My brave little Princess! I love you so much, you did so good!” I look blearily behind me while accepting her praise, tongue lolled out as I pant in exhaustion. My time goes up… at the very bottom. I came faster than anyone else tonight. Still, Master seems happy with my performance.

Master leads me around the venue, finding every party game she can. Each time she puts me in and sets me up, and then vibes my brains away ensuring I don’t just lose but have the worst performance of the night. If the earlier drink wasn’t starting to cloud my mind, I’d think she wanted me to lose. Finally we find a small stage. It’s empty when we arrive, so it’s not clear what the few people milling around it are hoping to see. Master approaches a nearby attendant and speaks lowly for a moment. The attendant nods and hands her something. Master then leads me onto the stage as a light comes on to draw attention to us. Master tugs my leash to silently tell me to sit, and I do so with my best puppy posture. What debauchery does Master have in store for me now?

She clears her throat, and lifts a microphone to her mouth. “Good evening everyone. My name is Master Clair, although my sub isn’t allowed to talk when we play. Speaking of which, this is Princess, my adorable little puppy, the love of my life, and the future mother of my children.” A few cheers and claps ring out at this announcement, and I can’t help but look up at my Master in amazement. She’s saying this all so casually!

“When I first met Princess, I didn’t know what I wanted. I was running towards nothing at all, just moving forward for the sake of moving. But since she’s come into my life I’ve found new direction, new motivation, and new confidence. So I’d just like to take this opportunity to tell her how much I love her, and how much I look forward to training her to be the best puppy she can possibly be while becoming the best master I can be. Thank you all for listening.”

The room bursts into applause as Master guides me to descend the stage, although it doesn’t last long. I guess even kink based events can have a bit of sweet fluff in them. And I might just get cavities from how I can’t stop smiling from her sticky sweet words. I feel like my brain is made of cotton candy, although my drink is also starting to really hit me so that might also be clouding my mind.

We don’t do much else besides hang out for the rest of the evening. Partly this is due to Masters sudden rise in popularity. I have no doubt half the room had been checking her out from the moment we walked in, she’s not exactly the kind of woman who goes unnoticed in a crowd. But no one dared approach her until after her speech. It seemed to break the ice and several people, mostly couples but some single folk, came to chat with Master as she gently pet me. I leaned into her hands constantly and rubbed my face against her legs any moment she let her head pats slow down.

We seemed to also break the ice for the stage. A few more people went up to tell some part of their story, or just why they wanted to be here. Each one was met with at least polite applause.

While Master made polite conversation, only getting rude when one of the single men asked how open our relationship was, I very pointedly ignored my fellow pets who came to visit. They were just so inconsistent, I didn’t know how to deal with them. Most had masks, but some didn’t. Most had on clothes, but at least one had just a collar (on this floor? Ew.) Many didn’t or couldn’t talk, but others wanted to gossip like high schoolers. Luckily they clearly didn’t expect me to talk, Master’s speech let everyone know what my rule was for that.

Finally the night began to wind down. It seemed like the place was booked for longer but many of these people likely had real world jobs. So Master and I went to collect our protective coats. I think just as a final petty **** against the ticket counter, Master bundled me up in my jacket and carried me out exactly as she had brought me in. Some of the folks outside that I recognized as pets from inside laughed and waved when they saw my masked face.

The sex that night was amazing.