Control
Author's note: This was done as an entry for a contest over on FurAffinity, and is not quite my usual thing. Hope you all enjoy regardless.
As usual, I finished the daily chores not long before Master got home. He tends to give me just enough tasks to keep me busy through the day. It's a good thing really, because it makes it easier to obey his other rules, like not playing with myself without his permission. If I had too much free time I'd resort to one of my two loves, sex or stealing, and I didn't get to do much stealing these days.
While I put away the last of the cleaning supplies, I noted that, overall, it was pretty good being the pet of the leader of the city's mage guild. It certainly beat the other punishments on the books for burglary, even though it had bothered me quite a bit at first to be a servant to a squirrel.
I looked over the house, doing a final check to make sure everything was spotless. Every surface gleamed, even the ones that don't normally shine. Even if I had originally been coerced into this position, I still took pride in my work. I've never liked to do things halfway. Only a couple minutes remained until Master arrived -- he's exceptionally punctual -- so I removed the apron I was permitted to wear while doing chores and dropped it into the laundry, leaving me in just the collar and cuffs that magically bound me to Master. Fortunately, being a snow leopard, I never had any issues being cold, even though I was only very rarely permitted to wear clothes. The enforced nudity bothered me at first, but I've found I kind of enjoy the humiliation. You won't hear me admitting that to Master, though.
Satisfied that my cleaning efforts were successful, and otherwise prepared to greet Master, I performed one final task that would ensure I'd have an interesting night. I may have been forced into the life of a pet, but nothing could squash the streak of rebelliousness that had originally gotten me into trouble. Well, the trouble was more from a mix of rebelliousness and a tendency toward poor decision making, to be honest. I grabbed a tablespoon from a drawer and walked over to a potted plant in the corner. It almost hurt to even slightly undo my wonderful cleaning job, but it was worth it for the fun I'd end up having later. I scooped a small measure of soil from the plant, not enough to cause any harm, and dumped it on the countertop, making sure it was easily visible on the polished white marble. Finally, I rinsed off the spoon and returned it to the drawer.
I reached the front door at almost the same time as Master, giving me just enough time to drop to hands and knees, ready to greet him in the way he preferred. As he stepped through the door, I crawled forward, brushing against his ankles and nuzzling his legs with my cheek like a common house cat.
He scritched between my ears, making me sigh and wiggle a bit, a reaction I no longer tried to resist, and continued on into the house, hanging his coat on a peg as he went.
I padded after him, still on all fours as I had not been given permission to stand, smiling to myself as I imagined his reaction to the carefully placed mess I had left on the counter for him to find. His standards of cleanliness were quite high, but he still preferred to have me do the cleaning rather than using magic. He said the cleaning spells made a place feel like a hospital, but I never understood what he meant. Maybe you had to have the Ability to feel the difference. The little pile of dirt would definitely catch his eye, and he would have to do something to respond. Master loved making the punishment fit the crime, and I looked forward to what he would come up with.
The first time I got punished, I had actually deserved it. It was shortly after I had been caught, collared and pressed into his service. Some workers had been brought in to renovate one of the rooms, and one had brought a pornographic magazine with him. I convinced him to leave it behind, since I was feeling a bit pent up at that point. I still preferred the ladies, and there simply wasn't much of the fairer sex around Master's place since his tastes don't run that way. Unfortunately, Master caught me looking at the magazine and playing with myself. I assumed the punishment would be fairly ordinary. I mean, it's pretty standard for slaves to be beaten to 'correct' them, and as a mix of pet and pleasure slave, I expected the same, but probably with some bondage game themes.
I had not counted on Master's creativity. He did bind me, as I expected, but only to keep me from struggling as he dispensed my punishment. It turns out that even the head of the mage guild likes to get some practice in when he can, and teaching a lesson to a disobedient pet is a great opportunity. He informed me that if I enjoyed looking at girls so much, he would arrange it so I could do so whenever I liked.
Contrary to the horror stories you hear about the mages, having your body changed doesn't hurt at all. It's more of an intense, suffusing warmth, like what you get after being in a hot tub just bit too long. When it goes away, you're just...different. Maybe the pain is optional and you only get it if you've really pissed off a mage.
Anyway, even without it hurting, the first time I found myself in a new body was pretty shocking. I was still noticeably me, with my usual spot pattern, only I was female. Very female, actually, given the width of my hips and the heavy weight of the breasts hanging from my chest. I was given no chance to grow accustomed to my new form, as Master immediately produced a vibrator and introduced me to womanly pleasures, sliding it quickly into my already-damp female sex. He told me that it was clear that my sexual needs were greater than he was providing for -- which was true -- so for the rest of the day I was to do my chores accompanied by the toy, which would not be turned off. I had never heard of such a thing, and to say I was nervous was would be an understatement. Still, I was already feeling some delightful sensations from the toy, so underneath the worry was the budding idea that it might not be so bad after all.
That day was a challenge. My changed body kept throwing off my balance, I knocked things over with my breasts, and my legs kept nearly giving out as orgasms hit. I had to keep going back and re-cleaning places I had been to take care of where my juices dripped around the toy lodged inside me. It was surreal, disturbing, and wonderful. I got hooked. Not to being female, exactly, but being different. The newness was intoxicating, and it awoke strange new desires in me.
After that day -- and a night where Master proved he wasn't that opposed to taking a female to his bed -- I found myself constantly thinking about the experience. Even when I was changed back I was constantly distracted, remembering how it felt to be something else for that brief period. I lasted only a couple weeks before giving in.
Master enjoys giving me rules much like an ordinary pet, and one such is that I'm not allowed on the furniture when he is not around. I decided that if I was going to intentionally break a rule, it was better to pick that one than to do something like take a swing at Master. The best a physically aggressive slave could hope for was being sold to a sweatshop, but a slightly disobedient one might get something more interesting. Hopefully, leaving some fur on the couch would just get me one of the inventive punishments I was growing eager for.
My gambit paid off. Master noticed my light grey fur on the dark fabric of the couch and gave me a skeptical look. It was clear that he suspected I hadn't just forgotten the rules or decided to be rebellious. He nodded slowly and seemed to decide on something, then ordered me to the playroom where he could restrain me again. I obediently padded off, doing my best to keep my tail between my legs so it wouldn't reveal how happy I actually was.
That time I remained male, but the change was actually more drastic. My fur all disappeared, the first step on my metamorphosis into large, powerful dragon. I was impressed at first by Master's confidence in himself to give his slave such a strong form, but my normal leopard body would be plenty dangerous to the squirrel anyway, and there were always the protection spells that they mention to a new slave when he gets collared, but ominously neglect to explain in detail.
The rest of that night was filled with athletic, energetic sex, with Master having me do most of the work. I lifted him above me, bounced him on my altered cock while prevented from cumming by a cock ring -- it was a punishment, after all -- and even lubed down my newly-smooth scaly skin and give him a pawjob. It's not that I'm lacking in strength usually, but the ease and speed with which I could lift and move Master, along with the stamina I displayed was impressive.
Again the rush of being in a new and interesting body dominated my perceptions. I never thought I would say this of anything -- except maybe a well-executed con -- but it was honestly better than sex. The fact that it got combined with sex made a phenomenal one-two punch.
When I returned to my usual body I felt a strange let down. I always loved being a snow leopard. I was attractive, strong, lithe, capable of fighting and sneaking equally well. But now that I had sampled some other possibilities, my usual form felt pedestrian, almost bland. I started to feel cheated that I was locked into one single body. If I had the Ability, I'd probably be trading every day, until I ran out of different things to change into. As it was, I had access to Master, who I didn't think would indulge me every time I asked. I had to be a bit more tricky.
That's how I came to be following Master into the kitchen, unable to prevent my tail from waving high in the air behind me, a smirk curling the edges of my mouth slightly. As expected, his eyes immediately caught the small pile of dirt, and he quickly spun to face me, a very strange look on his face. In fact, he was wearing a smirk disturbingly like mine. I started to get the feeling I wasn't the one truly in control of where this game was going.
Master smiled and shook his head, quickly dampening a paper towel and scooping up the dirt. After throwing it away he faced me again, crossing his arms. He tried to look stern, but the sly smile he couldn't quite banish dampened the effect. "So my pet likes to play games, eh?" He reached down and scritched between my ears again. "I get the impression you think you can control what I do. Perhaps you need a little reminder of your position, hmm?"
It sounded like I'd be getting a punishment, but maybe not in the form I expected. I nuzzled Master's hand and tried to look contrite, playing up the house cat act that I knew he liked. I said nothing, knowing of no excuse for what I had done. It was too obviously a calculated provocation.
Master continued to grin, giving me a pat on the butt and shooing me off to the play room.
I had visited the room enough times that I knew what he wanted me to do. I obtained a set of restraints and waited by the wall hooks. Master would be along shortly to tie me up as he wished. This happened more than just when I was being punished, and I have to say I didn't really mind. Being tied up meant I didn't have to do any of the work, and I usually got a fair amount of enjoyment from it myself.
I wasn't waiting long before Master returned, carrying a canvas bag of indeterminate contents. He often showed up with various accessories, and I'm still not sure whether he uses magic to create them or if he really does have one of damn near everything stashed somewhere in the house. He quickly and competently hooked the restraints to my cuffs, and then to the wall, leaving me in a relatively comfortable position, arms and legs spread only slightly. I was still unable to move, but I could hold the position without discomfort for quite a while. I was unsure whether or not that was a good sign.
After securing me, Master returned the the bag, then looked back at me and winked. "Now, you're probably wondering what your punishment is going to be. It turns out I have two lessons to teach you today. First, you left a mess, which is merely annoying. Second, you started to think you could control my actions, which is somewhat more unacceptable. I believe I have come up with a punishment that will both make you less likely to abide dirtiness, and also teach you that you are not the one who has control here."
His explanation was a bit vague, and guesses as to what he meant ran through my mind. What would both teach me to hate messes and show that I'm not in control? Would he tie me up tighter and pour mud on me? Once again I had underestimated Master's creativity.
He reached into the back he brought and pulled out a large square of folded plastic. I was confused for a moment until I figured out what I was seeing. A diaper, larger than any I had run across in the past. Large enough to fit me, in fact. Wonderful.
Master chuckled as he watched my confusion give way to nervousness. "Oh yes, pet. You might not enjoy this one as much. At least, not at first."
I squirmed a bit in the restraints as he moved closer, but knew better than to try and resist, or even try to change his mind somehow. I'd have to accept whatever he did.
The diaper turned out not to be the only thing he had brought. There was also a familiar butt plug and lube, which he quickly put to good use, slipping the toy easily into my now-experienced rear. Master loved teasing me with this, and I knew I'd be having a long evening when he set it to vibrating. The toy felt wonderful against my prostate, but it was never enough to get me off without additional stimulation. It also looked like that extra attention wouldn't be soon coming, as Master unfolded the diaper and worked it into position, securing the tapes on the front and above my tail tight enough to put some extra pressure on the toy, causing me to gasp a bit.
Master chuckled. "Well, I hope you're finding that comfortable enough. You'll be enjoying it for a while."
I mewed a bit. It was actually fairly soft and comfortable, but I could tell it would probably get a bit warm and confining with time, not to mention what it would be like if I was left in it longer than I could hold my bladder. Of course, Master's explanation strongly suggested that would be my fate.
He looked like he was about to walk away, but paused a moment and held his finger in the air. "Ah yes, one more thing. You wanted a bit of transformation, didn't you?"
Well, I had, but I was starting to feel significantly less enthusiastic. What could he do to me that would be appropriate to this punishment? I had no desire to be young enough that diapers would be an expected accessory, especially if there would be sex involved later, as there always had been in the past. I was fairly sure Master felt the same way, so what was he doing?
Master pressed his palm against my stomach, as usual foregoing the flashy effects the street-mages used to attract customers. A familiar intense heat spread from his hand, enveloping my lower torso, and I shivered in delight as I watched for the change to start to overcome me. It didn't. The heat never spread from my gut, and then it simply faded away.
I looked to Master questioningly, sure that his magic had gone wrong, but he just kept his sly smile. A moment later, I felt a new warmth, but this time it wasn't inside me, but rather spreading across the front of my diaper. I was wetting myself! I desperately tried to clamp down and stop it, but felt no response at all from the usual muscles there.
Master patted the warm front of my padding and gave my cock a quick squeeze, which felt a lot better than I would have thought. "What's wrong, pet? A little loss of control?"
My ears drooped, and I nodded.
"Well, I'll let you think on that lesson for a bit." Then he turned and left, his fluffy tail waving a bit as it followed him out.
That stage of my punishment lasted until late evening. It seemed every time the diaper started to grow cold and uncomfortable I would helplessly wet again, and warm it back up. Each involuntarily release was accompanied by a brief intense vibration from the toy, making my cock strain into the freshly-warmed padding. Some associations I wasn't exactly enthusiastic about started to form in my mind. The warm, damp diaper really did feel good, and I wished I could stroke myself through it.
By the time Master returned, the diaper was sagging heavily from my waist, and I was feeling exceptionally pent up. He saw the proud bulge in my padding and chuckled. With exceptional skill he gripped my hardness, gently squeezing the soft, warm inside of the diaper against me.
I moaned and wiggled my hips under his touch, gasping suddenly when his other hand reached behind me and pressed against my rear, forcing the toy further inside me.
He leaned in close and looked in my eyes. "How about that, pet? Doesn't it feel good to not be in control? Why would you ever try anything else?" He stroked harder, and my cock jumped in his hand.
I couldn't help but nod. He was right, it did feel good. Being tied up, the warmth of a wet diaper, even the embarrassment of being rendered incontinent, I loved it all. The relentless teasing I'd been feeling for the past few hours had me on the edge, but Master knew how to keep me from release.
His hand paused briefly. "Tell me how it feels, pet. What's it like to have your control taken, to be my helpless little kitten?"
My cock strained and I mewled with blatant need. I tried to wiggle in his grip for more stimulation but it was useless. "It's wonderful, Master! I love being your little kitten!" They were exactly the words he wanted to hear, but they were also true.
"Good boy." He squeezed hard, and rubbed me with quick, short strokes. I held out only a few seconds longer before he made me cum, breath catching in my throat as the diaper caught the jets of hot seed, and all the while Master looked in my eyes, smiling at the look of submission I knew was painted across my face.
When I had recovered enough to support myself, he unhooked me from the wall and ushered me to the bathroom. I was ordered to clean myself and use the toilet for what I still had control over -- Master said that taking away my control over that other function would be more of a punishment for him -- and then return to him for a fresh diaper.
After being re-padded and sent to the oversized pet bed where I slept on the nights I didn't share Master's bed, he bid me good night, adding, "Sleep well, pet. You need your rest for the party tomorrow."
Oh right. The party.
About once a month Master would invite a group of friends and colleagues over for a little party. It wasn't always the same people, and the nature of the festivities depended on what interests they shared with Master. Sometimes there would be lively debate on magical techniques, and sometimes it would be the type of event where I would be charged with giving the guests more than just hors d'oeuvres. The upcoming party was to be of the latter variety. In retrospect, it probably wasn't wise to provoke a punishment right before such an event, but in the past they had been more fun than objectionable, and I had been looking forward to maybe having some transformed fun with Master's friends. Instead, it looked like I was going to be humiliated in front of exactly the wrong crowd.
Sure enough, the next morning Master explained what my duties were to be as he changed my diaper that had become soaked during the night. I would of course help with the preparations, but my main job would be entertaining the guests once they arrived. In the past, I usually had some specific task, such as being a 'blowjob station' or imitating a piece of art, strapped to the wall to be teased by any passer-by. This time though, my instructions were simple but ominous: Make the rounds of the guests and do exactly as they instruct. I would have no choice in my actions for the majority of the party.
Just before the scheduled arrival time, Master made sure I was dressed properly for the occasion. In this case, that merely meant a clean diaper and a leash hooked to my collar. The rule for the night was that whoever held my leash got to order me around, though if someone else tried to start something with me I had to allow that as well, unless it conflicted with what my temporary owner told me to do.
The first guest to arrive found me waiting by the door, blushing furiously with my leash hanging in front of me. Somehow, being diapered was a lot more humiliating than just being naked. The large bear looked me over and chuckled. "Oh my, I knew we'd have a kitten entertaining us tonight, but I wasn't expecting him to be so cute." He reached down and fondled my crotch, drawing a crinkle from the diaper and a meep from me.
I felt myself leak a bit, already marring the pristine whiteness of my diaper, and flushed brighter in embarrassment. The wetness was accompanied by a brief rush of pleasure, the association burned into me from the buzzing toy the previous day. On Master's orders I had downed almost a gallon of water in the past hour, so I would surely be further soaking my padding soon enough.
The bear must have felt the added warmth since he laughed harder. "Oh, you are quite the kitten, aren't you? Can't even hold it for a bit." He turned to Master and greeted him warmly. "You have to tell me how you did this. Is it a localized paralysis or a transformation?"
Master gave his trademark cryptic grin. "Sorry, trade secret. I'm considering selling this one. I can see it having appeal with the sex shops and possibly joke shops, with a time limiter of course."
The bear nodded. "I understand. For now I guess I'll just play with your little toy here." He grabbed the leash and walked off to the common room, forcing me to follow along. He took a spot on a comfortable chair and I stood beside him, patiently awaiting orders. It started predictably, with him continuing to fondle me through the diaper until I was tenting the front and mewing in pleasure. Most of Master's friends enjoyed teasing as much as he did. Of course, I wouldn't be getting off that easily.
My temporary owner released my crotch and unzipped his pants with the same hand, never releasing the leash. His large, thick cock flopped out, already mostly hard, and he gave a quick tug on my leash. "Suck it, kitten."
Fellatio wasn't my favorite activity, but I had enough experience since becoming a pet to be good at it. I knelt in front of the bear and took his large organ into my mouth. The smell of his musk entered my nose, and the submissive posture started making me a bit hotter. I licked around the tip of the ursine cock, teasing it with my tongue, tasting the pre start to leak out.
The bear moaned and pressed against the back of my head, forcing me down until my nose was buried in his crotch fur and his cock tickled the back of my throat. It was only through practice that I was able to resist choking, and instead sucked harder, covering every reachable inch of the member with oral attention.
I mentioned before that I prefer females, but my growing enjoyment of humiliation tempered that. Getting a mouth full of cock and a nose full of male scent was pushing that button hard. I was nearing climax just from sucking off a guy. I strained against the front of my diaper, noting that it already felt damper than when I had started, from a mix of urine and pre.
I could hear the bear talking to someone, but I ignored it as being irrelevant to my orders. I was hoping that if I gave him a good climax he would help me out as well. A tug at the back of my diaper alerted me that I should probably have been paying better attention to what was being said, as the garment was pulled down below my rear. I almost stopped sucking to find out what was being done, but remembered Master's orders. Let it happen unless told otherwise.
A hand lifted my tail and I felt a prodding at my tailhole, a brief warning before a lubed cock slid easily into me. I gasped as is grazed across my prostate, making my cock jump against the bunched-up padding that trapped it. A part of my mind identified the newcomer as some sort of canine, and wondered that I had been able to acquire such a skill.
The canine behind me started to thrust, shoving me harder into the bear's crotch, giving me no choice but to continuously deep-throat him. At the same time, the intense pleasure I received from the sudden filling made me start to purr. I could hear the bear groan, and I knew that the vibrations were having a pleasant effect on him.
Suddenly, the cock in my mouth tensed, and, knowing what that signaled, I prepared to receive his cum. My standing orders were to always swallow. Not always easy, given what some of Master's friends were capable of. However, the bear pulled my head back just as he started twitching, taking himself in one hand and shooting his seed directly into my face. Being a large fellow, he had plenty to give, and I was quickly coated from headfur to chin. I licked up what I could reach with my tongue -- I admit to enjoying the taste a bit -- but could not wipe the rest clear without falling on my face. I needed both hands to keep my balance as the canine continued to pound my ass.
I realized with a start that the bear no longer held my leash, and a quick yank backward showed it was the newcomer who now controlled my actions.
He reached a hand under me and gripped my cock, compressing it in the damp padding. "Looks like the kitten is having fun. Would you like to cum?"
I nodded vigorously. "Yes, sir!"
His long strokes were punctuated by hard jabs against my rear as he hilted on every stroke, and his slowly-inflating knot pressed increasingly hard against my prostate as it worked in and out of my sensitive hole. "Then hold me tight, and I'll consider letting you dirty your diaper a little more."
I whined in embarrassment at the reminder of my condition, but did as he said, squeezing his cock as hard as I could. Of course, that made it that much better for me, and I mewed in shared enjoyment.
He moaned behind me and scratched between my ears. "Good kitten." His knot was growing too large to easily slip inside me, meaning he was nearing his own orgasm. A strong hand gripped me again, stroking me through the warm, thick padding. The knot pounded at my entrance, but he made no real effort to get it inside.
An unexpected release of warmth flooded my diaper, even though I was as hard as I could be, and the added heat and unconscious pleasure association put me over the edge, and I again released my cum into the thirsty padding.
The contractions of my sphincter muscles set off the male in my rear as well, and though I expected to soon feel the twitching of his cock as he filled me with his seed, he pulled out as well, and I instead felt his cum splash across my back. The canine breathed heavily and stroked me, spreading his semen through my soft fur, making it stick together, marking me with his scent.
It became obvious what the game was. I would be taught my lesson about not making a mess by being made as messy as possible. As a feline, having my fur be dirty grated severely, and I had to constantly resist the urge to lick myself clean. I knew that to do so would only bring a worse punishment, one in which I would find nothing enjoyable at all.
The evening continued in that fashion, my leash passing from person to person, each using my mouth or ass, but finishing by painting my fur with their cum. A tiger drew his own stripes across my chest. A horse soaked almost my entire tail. From time to time I would be ordered to catch their seed in my hands and spread it on myself as an added insult. All the while my diaper grew thicker and heavier, a constant reminder that my Master had true control over me.
At the end of the night I was a true mess. There wasn't a square inch of my fur that remained fluffy and unmatted. I smelled strongly of males from a host of different species. I was wearing a diaper that sagged heavy from my hips, yellowed and soaked front to back, along with containing the output of several of my own climaxes. I was exhausted from my constant exertion, and wanted little more than to get clean and sleep.
The final guest departed, and Master turned to me and chuckled. "Well now, it seems my pet has gotten himself all dirty. Did you at least learn your lesson?"
I nodded solemnly. "Yes, sir. I've had enough mess for quite a while."
He attempted to ruffle my head fur, but it just crunched a bit. "Hmm, well, just to make sure, you're going to bed like that tonight. You can bathe in the morning."
I cringed, but submitted, allowing myself to be led by the leash to the bedroom. I was thankful to be given a fresh diaper at least, which was a feeling I never expected to have. My dreams were filled with a repeat of the events of the party, fueled by the scents that clung thickly to me.
The morning greeted me with another wet diaper and Master ordering me to the shower. The permission was welcome; dried cum is a scent that few enjoy. Before I cleaned up, Master again laid his hand on my stomach and reversed the spell that left me incontinent. With a sigh of intense relief, I washed up in the shower, taking more than an hour to clean the dried mess and get my fur properly clean and fluffy.
With renewed energy, I reported back to Master, ready for a new day, relieved that the punishment was over. What I was not expecting was to feel my bladder release again, the warmth running down my leg to collect on the floor, even as my cock hardened in reflexive pleasure.
Master looked at me and sucked a finger in concentration, a pose I only saw him in when he was truly deep in thought. "Hmm, that's odd. I reversed the physical effects, but it seems the pleasure association stuck around, and your mental training is broken. Oops. I guess this spell isn't quite ready for market."
I stared open-mouthed. He screwed it up? He was the best mage in the city! Hell, I wouldn't have even gotten caught if it weren't for his security spells.
He walked away and returned with a new diaper, handing it to me with a shrug. He spoke in a distracted tone. "Put this on. There are more by your bed if you need them. Let me know when you've retrained yourself." He gestured at the floor. "Oh, and clean that up." With that, he turned and left me, heading in the direction of his workshop. No doubt he'd be in there the rest of the day, figuring out how to make the spell marketable.
I turned the diaper in my hands, remembering how it felt to have the softness tight against me, especially when it was warm and wet. I had a chance to feel that for a while longer. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. I'd definitely be retraining myself, and I'd certainly tell Master after I succeeded...but not right away. I didn't really care where the pleasure trigger had come from; I just didn't want to give it up. Maybe if Master found out I'd been delaying, he would punish me...