The rules are laid out

I backed out of the crate unable to see. I was still on all fours as I carefully maneuvered out not being able to see where I was going. Knowing I was baring my ass and pussy to her was embarrassing but the other option was more **** so tried to back out in the most dignified way possible.

Backing out meant my legs got out first and I felt her put a strap around each one at around my mid-thigh. I wasn’t sure what it was that was happening so I stopped backing out, I was afraid of what was in store for me. She smacked my ass again and I yelped as she pulled on whatever the straps were attached to forcibly dragging me from the crate. As I tried to hold on with my fingers I was pulled out anyway and when my arms exited the crate straps were placed around them above my elbows as well. I was once again naked in front of a stranger and she treated it as completely normal.

I looked down and saw a chain running between each strap in a square forcing me to remain on all fours even if I wanted to stand. Clearly she didn’t trust me to obey her commands.

“What are you doing?!” I screamed as I looked at these straps and tried to stand or **** the chains off but I was completely restricted.

Another painful three smacks on my ass came for my question. Michelle clearly enjoyed my mewling as I tried to reach back to my bottom but the restraints held my arms down.

“First, watch your tone. Second, yours is not to question, yours it to obey. Third, I am putting you in a training harness, it makes sure you remain on all fours even when I’m not around.”

It was very awkward trying to turn around while naked and on all fours. I fell to my side and Michelle helped me back up. She was actually pretty gentle for the woman who had violently smacked my ass already more times than I could keep track of. She got me back on all fours and guided me down a ramp at the back of the van using my collar and leash.

I saw the concrete floor of a new garage and tin walls on each side. I was knee level with Michelle and I had to look up at her. Seeing a leash connecting my neck to her hand made me all the more aware of my situation. I felt so degraded and defeated that though I wanted to complain or fight I feared her smacking my ass again or worse.

Michelle walked me to a door and into a room where there were a bunch of closed compartments on all sides and a table in the middle. I could not see into the compartments but there were no other doors leaving the room so it made me feel like I was going in one. I have a deep fear of enclosed spaces and was overcome with fear.

I couldn’t hold back the tears as I started to finally bawl over what was happening. Michelle got down on a knee and rubbed my back in long gentle strokes. I realized she was petting me; I was already being treated like a pet. She wiped a tear from my face.

“This doesn’t have to be so bad. Just surrender. The less fight you have the less training you need. You’re very pretty, who ever owns you will likely take very good care of you. I will too.”

I just continued to cry as she got up and smacked my ass another time. I yelped and looked back to her trying to see what I did wrong.

“Stop crying! Just accept what is happening. There’s nothing that’s going to change.”

She sounded guilty as she yelled at me. I wondered how many girls had cried in my exact position and how she responded to all of them. If she did actually feel guilty was it because of me specifically or did she not like her job? If I played it smart I might be able to manipulate her but I had to be subtle. I nodded, trying to stop the flow of tears. She rubbed my bottom and though she was violating me, it did feel nice after all of the spankings, and maybe by letting her touch me without resistance we could start to develop a bond I could use to get out of here.

She came around to be down on one knee in front of my face. She rubbed the back of my head with both hands clearly trying to both comfort me and let me know my place as a pet. She looked me in the eye and gave a speech that sounded like she’d given it many times before.

“This is your new home. You will spend your training here. You will obey my commands and any time you see anyone other than another petgirl you will obey their commands. The more obedient you are the less discipline you will have to endure. Your collar is the only form of clothing you will be allowed for your time here. I know being naked is likely not something you are used to but you will need to get used to it. You will remain on all fours at all times. When I feel you have earned my trust I may remove your harness, but that doesn’t change that you will be on all fours. As a kindness you are allowed to speak when spoken to. By the end of your training your voice privileges will be revoked and you will not be allowed to speak. Any of these conditions may be modified by your eventual owner, for all I know they may just want you to be their live-in houseguest. That does not change what is expected of you here.”

Before I could process what she had said she pulled on my leash and I couldn’t resist without discomfort so I followed. She guided me up a series of steps onto the table. I almost fell off to the side due to my awkward steps but she caught me and helped me back up. Her hands were very soft on my left hip and my ribs on the right side as she got me back into an all fours position.

“This is the grooming table. We are going to get some funny business out of the way to prepare you for the life of a petgirl. This may be uncomfortable or even painful at times but most of this will only need to be done once.”