The works

She tied my leash to the side of the table as I heard a machine turn on. I could do nothing other than remain on all fours because of the restraints so I just waited unsure what was going to happen to me. Sweat was pouring out all over me as I feared what came next. She typed at a computer and I heard what sounded like a metal grinding. I got more nervous. She clearly noticed my distress.

“Oh, babycakes, that’s just a engraver making your tag. I’m not here to **** you, just to train you and sell you.”

She removed the bone shaped tag from a tray and on it it said “Babycakes” and a phone number I didn’t recognize.

“You will probably never hear yourself called ‘Mary’ again. I’m partial to Babycakes because of your youthful glow and you’re so cute I could eat you up. Your potential owner can change it as they please but from now on you’re ‘Babycakes’ is that understood?”

I was even stripped of my name. I wanted to scream I was Mary and no one was going to tell me otherwise but if she honestly was fond of me as her naming of me implied I could take to Babycakes to try and earn her favor. I nodded accepting her naming of me as she attached the tag to my collar.

Next I heard another machine turn on and she took a small wand attached to a cable into her hand.

“Okay this is called laser hair removal. Basically we’re going to make your body besides your head completely hairless. It will save me and your future owner a lot of time and energy.”

She took the small wand and placed it against my skin. It felt like a rubber band was constantly being flicked against me as she went up and down my arms and legs trying to get every follicle. I tried to keep my composure but I whimpered several times. When I did she rubbed my tummy with her free hand like she was trying to comfort me. I tried to fake a smile at her comforting me to build a connection that I could try to use for escape. She smiled back and I hoped it was working. She adjusted the straps on my arms and legs to get to follicles she would’ve otherwise missed.

Eventually she started to work on my pubic region and as she touched my labia and my pubic mound I teared up both at the mild pain and violation. She just kept going as she let a finger rest near my slit and she played with me a little. I didn’t know what sort of game she was playing but between the dehumanization and the pain I wasn’t at all aroused. Or so I thought.

“There, there, it’s for the best.” She said as she stroked me gently. I swallowed deeply trying to not show any signs of arousal. The wand went over all the follicles on my genitals and she left the the free hand’s finger on my slit and moved it up and down slowly. She lightly pressed the finger against my clit and I took a deep hurried breath. I felt a small drop of juices escape my pussy and drip down my thigh. My nipples stiffened. I prayed she didn’t notice and think I enjoyed what she was doing to me.

“Good thing you’re not a milk-girl.” I cringed knowing she was commenting on my erect nipples. She flicked one lightly and I moaned a little.

“Good girl.” She said in a puppy dog voice.

She then took the finger that had been gently massaging my pussy lips and ran it up my inner thigh scooping the small amount of juices. I turned red all over, embarrassed. Though I was red from the laser treatment too. She took the finger and put it in her own mouth and sucked.

“The taste of teenage pussy, mmm. You will make me a lot of money.”

It was at that moment I realized that not only was I a naked pet but also a sex object. It should’ve occurred to me sooner but I just didn’t want to think about it. I teared up and blushed at the humiliation.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Enjoy yourself. No one wants to see you suffer. At least I don’t.”

“Then why are you making me a pet?” I shouted unable to control myself.

She dropped the wand and spanked my ass again.

“Because a sexy little teenage dish like you is going to make me a lot of money as a petgirl. I paid good money for a nice investment. I’d honestly prefer you enjoy being a petgirl but it’s going to happen either way. I suggest you stay obedient, potential buyers of girls who resist their training are usually looking for justification to **** and torment their captive. I’ve seen many fierce and defiant petgirls sold and when they came back for a veterinary checkup, they were broken. You would’ve never known they had any fight let alone too much. I wouldn’t want you to go through that.”

I turned pale as a ghost for a moment as I realized things actually could get worse. I disappeared into my head. after what might have been an hour she finished removing all the hair from almost everywhere on me.

I thought she was done but then she took the wand to my asscrack.

“Yeah, I know: awkward, but your asshole is going to be on display 24/7 so it’s important we keep it pretty.”

I realized walking on all fours would have my asshole and pussy always viewable from behind further embarrassing me. She moved the wand down my crack and my anus was very sensitive as she pushed against it. I whimpered and she rubbed my stomach again. She then moved down the rest of my asscrack to my perenium.

“You have a real pretty butthole, Babycakes.”

I blushed again not sure if she meant it as a serious compliment. I’d never had my anus discussed openly like this but as a petgirl I guess I wasn’t entitled to privacy or dignity.

“Unfortunately it doesn’t completely match your skin tone so we’ll need to bleach it.”

I cringed not sure what that actually entailed. She opened a drawered and pulled out a container which she opened and placed a gel or cream on her finger. She then got behind me again and placed her finger on my anus and I shot forward at the intrusion. She grabbed my shoulder and **** me back onto her finger.

“There, there, it’s okay. It just burns a little.”

She massaged the cream onto my anus and it did burn, I gritted my teeth at both the violation and the burning as she continued to work her finger around my rearhole. I couldn’t help but cry a little as she so casually touched me back there like it was nothing.

“That should come out nicely.” She said as she patted me on the butt.

“Okay now the less fun stuff is over! Next is like a makeover!” She said with a real smile and I tried to fake a smile back at her.

She wasn’t kidding as she then clipped my finger and toenails before painting them a matching light blue. I tried to relax but every time she grabbed a digit I was concerned she’d cut me and I tensed up.

She next moisturized my skin all over which was really awkward as she massaged my ass, crotch, and breasts. I moaned deeply several times and she snickered. She wasn’t mocking me but it felt like she was saying ‘I know you enjoy this’. I did not enjoy it at least not on any level than purely physical. I did feel more aroused but I most certainly was not pleased. She squeezed my asscheeks, pulled on my breasts and palmed my crotch by the time the whole thing was over.

Next she did my mascara a darker blue, and matching eye shadow. She grabbed me anywhere she pleased to make her job easier. She then did my hair up into a ponytail. She held up a mirror to my face.

“Aren’t you the prettiest?” She asked with real enthusiasm.

I looked in the mirror and she was right: I did look pretty and if you couldn’t see my dog collar or my bare shoulders it might even look like I had a hot date. However, you could see my bare shoulders and it was obvious I was naked. And the collar read ‘ Babycakes’ designating me as a pet and not a person. Processing my nudity and pet status made me tear up but then I just swallowed and nodded.

“We may change your hair color, I haven’t decided.”

I just nodded again. She had complete control and if I was going to earn her trust I was going to have go along with whatever she planned until I found the right moment.

She then took my leash and guided me back off the table to the floor.

“Okay I need to go handle some business so I’m going to put you in your sleeping quarters. I’ll be back soon. Try not to get too worked up.”

She pulled me towards a compartment in the wall at the same level as the floor and opened it. It was dark inside and enclosed. I was afraid but didn’t want to upset her as I crawled in. I turned to face her and she pet my head for a moment.

I tried but I couldn’t hold back.

“Please, I’m sorry, don’t leave me here. I’m claustrophobic! I’ll do whatever you want just don’t leave me in here!”

“Oh, Babycakes, don’t worry I won’t be gone long and you might actually like it in here given time. Either way try to relax. I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

I nodded realizing she would do whatever she wanted. I closed my eyes hoping it would help as she closed the door in front of me and I heard it lock. I heard something in the darkness as I turned around and opened my eyes nervously.