You try to hide your enthusiasm

"Yeah, okay, that might be a fun game for awhile," you say. Your cock twitches, partly because you haven't gotten off yet and partly because this excites you a lot more than you're admitting.

Olivia gives you a patient smile. You both know this isn't just a game, but she isn't pushing it.

"So," you continue, "what's the first part of being a pet?"

Olivia sits up on the couch. "First, pets don't wear clothes. Well, some people dress up their little dogs in funny outfits, but I've always thought that was cruel. So I'm not going to make you do that."

That doesn't seem too bad. Olivia is already naked, you should be too. However, as you stand up and begin to take off your work clothes, she goes to the bedroom. By the time you're completely naked, she walks back out wearing a short denim skirt and and a blue, low cut top.

"I thought we were both getting naked?" you ask.

"No, I said that pets should be naked. Owners wear clothes. Now pick up your clothes."

You do as she says, and she leads you by the leash to the laundry room. The place that you two moved into is nice, it has a tiny laundry room with enough space for a washer, a dryer, and some cabinets for linens. However, when you enter you notice that the cabinets have locks on them. There's also a hamper with a slot to put clothes through that also has a lock.

"Go ahead and drop your clothes in your new hamper. I got it just for you," says Olivia. After you've done that she points to the cabinet and says, "All of your work clothes are in here. I boxed up all your other clothes and put them in storage along with all your other stuff from the apartment since you won't need any of it anymore. I'll unlock the cabinet in the mornings and let you get out your work clothes for the day. When you come home, take them off and put them in the hamper. When you are home you'll be naked except for your collar."

"Wait, you put all my stuff in storage?"

She smiles and tugs on your leash. As she leads you back to the living room, she says, "Almost everything. Now sit. No, not on the couch, pets aren't allowed on the furniture."

You kneel down next to where Olivia is sitting on the couch. She leans over and opens the living room table's drawer, and you stare down the opening of her top, admiring her large breasts. It's always a treat to see them naked, but there's something special about sneaking peaks of her deep cleavage.

Olivia pulls your laptop out of the drawer and sets it on the table. "Okay, what's your password?"

You want to tell her, but you know you're not supposed to. Relationships need boundaries. Is your romantic relationship really over? This feels like breaking a taboo, like you're exposing more of yourself than you ever have.

Olivia puts her hand on the top of your head and leans down close to your face. "I said, what's your password?"

"QueenOlivia, with 3's instead of E's!" you say a little too enthusiastically.

"Oh, I like that!" says your... ex-girlfriend. She unlocks your computer, then quickly opens your browser and navigates to the bookmarks that you didn't want her to see. "Now, full disclosure, you accidentally left your computer unlocked a couple of weeks ago. So I already know what I'm going to see. I just wanted to go over some of the rules."

She goes to pornhub, where she is automatically signed into your account. She laughs and says, "Why would you have an account?"

You shrug. "The computer was locked, so I didn't think you'd find it. I like having an account, it saves all my favorite stuff."

She shakes her head and grins like you're a child who just did something very cute but very dumb. She pulls up your favorite videos. "Most of this is fine, it's actually what got me thinking about making this change. However, we need some rules. You are only allowed to use this computer for work and porn. No streaming sites, no social media, any time that you're not serving me, you should be watching porn."

"Okay," you say, wondering if that is a rule or a gift.

"Second, you're only allowed to look at certain types of porn. Jerk off instructions are fine. Facesitting and femdom are fine, but nothing where the woman touches the cock. Pussy licking should be your main focus, and try to find the most realistic ones. I want you to focus on the woman's pleasure for awhile. Oh, and only videos where the woman looks like me. Do you understand?"

"I understand," you say. This cuts out several things you like, but it leaves a lot. Olivia is gorgeous and stacked, so there are a lot of porn stars who generally look like her, and that part won't be a problem.

"You're going to be doing a lot more of the chores around here, like making dinner and cleaning the place. However, any time you're not busy, you should be in the laundry room with your laptop. I'll set out some blankets for you to sleep on. I want you masturbating constantly, learning to appreciate the things that I tell you are important. If I call you, I expect you to drop your useless dick immediately and come running. Understand?"

"Yes, Olivia," you say, trying to hide how good this feels. Maybe you can keep up with everything she's asking, maybe not, but it will be fun to try.

Olivia leans down and lightly strokes your cock. "Good boy! This is going to be much better, I need more private time at night to watch all those shows you didn't like. Now, I have your computer password. Is there anything else I should know?"