Your trainer

To your surprise you can see your former trainer towering above you, once the money was exchanged, and your leash was handed to her.

"Mistress?" you mutter in your gag.

"You are only permitted to look at my feet, worm. Have you forgot?" the woman cocks an eyebrow. Scared you look down, as you know how harsh her punishments can be. But deep down you are glad as this means that she got fond of you.

At a sudden you can feel your leash yanked "Come on, worm!", and you start to follow her on all fours. Your new life to await wherever she might take you.

Life under her management is harsh, as Mistress is a professional **** trainer, and she considers you as her handiwork. She keeps you in a cage for ridiculously long times. Often for entire days. **** to uncomfortable positions to raise your pain tolerance.

If she ever lets you out it is because she wants to fuck you with a strapon. Or to pleasure her in any means she sees fit.

Often you are led around the neighborhood like pet. Making sure that everyone knows you are her trophy.

You are not allowed to work. Or be outside of your cage without supervision. Under her rule your are an object, your mind to be emptied, your only conscious thought being to serve. At first you resist. But as the years go by she succeeds, and you become nothing but a mindless object.

BAD END: THE TRAINER'S PET