House Rules

You stand there for a few seconds, taking it in. Your beautiful girlfriend, kneeling and collared in front of you, transformed into a pet-girl, it seems almost surreal. The transformation is far from complete though; whilst she may look like a pet-girl, Amy needs to be trained. You lean down and scratch Amy under the chin and stroke her hair, she seems to like it.

"Okay pet. It's time to lay down the house rules. I have certain expectations of you, as both my girlfriend and my pet-girl. It's pretty simple. If you don't follow the house rules, you'll be punished." Amy is looking at you expectantly, waiting for you to continue.
"Rule #1: You are my pet-girl but you are not to pee on the floor. Some people find that sexy, I don't. You can use the toilet like a normal human, but only twice per day. Also, I won't have you eat pet-food, that can be dangerous for humans, and I want to look after you. I will have you eat from a bowl on the floor though.
Rule #2: No jumping up on the furniture.
Rule #3: As my girlfriend I expect you to always look your best. So I'll give you an hour every morning to do your makeup. The bare minimum I expect is lipstick and eyeliner. I would prefer it if you also did your eyelashes, and hair and so on...
Rule #4: I will give my pet a bath twice a week, as any good master should. If you want to wash more frequently than that, you may have a shower, but it comes out of your makeup time, and I reserve the right to join you at any moment.
Rule #5: No talking. Talking is what humans do, not what pets do. Pets don't speak. If I ask you a question and you need to respond, just nod or shake your head.
I think those are the main ones for now. You'll find out more as you go along. Now, come with me." You say.
You walk over to the reading nook in the lounge, Amy following slowly behind you, crawling on all fours.
"I've turned the reading nook, into your nook. I've removed the desk and chairs, put your cage in there, a few toys and your pet bowl." Amy clearly noticed the other thing you'd added though: a wall-mounted suction-cup dildo.

She is staring at it, her eyes wide with panic.
"That's for you to practice on." You say. "I expect my girlfriend to be able to give a good blowjob, so you'll practice on that until I'm satisfied you've mastered it." Amy just nods at you, eyes wide, face dejected.
"Lastly, I have a couple of final gifts for you. Kneepads, and mittens, to protect your knees and make you a proper pet. And, as an added bonus, with those mittens on, you can't frig yourself. You'll be a horny little pet and the only way you'll get any relief is if I give it to you."

You watch as Amy puts on the kneepads and mittens, then you cinch the mittens tight around her hands, so that she can't take them off. You can see by the look on her face she thinks this is ****.
"You said you'd do whatever it takes." You remind her. She nods in **** acknowledgement.
"You really do look beautiful. You're a cute little pet. I'll take good care of you. Now that we've got all that out of the way. It's time for obedience training."
You lead the way into your now-converted laundry room, with your pet Amy following close behind.