The Role for a Lifetime
In a world where people are able to give up personhood and take on the status and life of pets, a wolf finds himself wanting to love and submit to his mistress. Will the thoughts in his head get the better of him, or will he give up his life as a person to be forever hers?
Brandon could never shake that little nagging feeling in his head. No matter how long he had thought about it, as he had for the last several months now, no matter how much he and Susan reassured his nagging thoughts, no matter how much he did to ensure it would go exactly how he wanted it to. There was always that constant, prickling thought in the back of his mind.
"Am I really going to do this?"
The feeling grew as they stopped outside of the Toy Shop, the place where they had come to make the final arrangements. He took a deep breath and gave a small little squeeze at his wolf tail and let the last few years wash over his memories.
He met Susan inconspicuously enough. She, a fine white-furred bunny, had frequented the same club he had: a local club with a theme of dominance and pet play. The sort of place where clothing was more a suggestion than a requirement. It hadn't even really started all that sexual. They both got involved in a little gambling night and he happened to "win" her for the evening, so he spent the night with her on a leash, having her at or sometimes under his feet.
They chatting lightly through the evening of their fun and continued talking well after her 'servitude' was over and the club closed. Turned out they were both very much into the same things. The first time she called his rather diminutive figure cute, he knew he was smitten.
The bunny and wolf met more frequently over the next several weeks. Sometimes outside the club, but frequently inside of it, alternating roles of who got to control who. And, as time went on, they ultimately fell into a comfortable, addictive pairing. He was his mistress's ever-faithful hound.
It had taken a bit of training. He'd been submissive before, sure, but never long-term. Taking on a full pet posture, while instantly appealing, took time to grow. She taught him on obedience first, guiding him to sit or kneel here, to do things for her. His obedience and hearing her compliment him were always a ringing feeling of joy to him. It became a point where all she'd need to do was give him a small gesture and he'd be on his knees even if fully clothed.
Bondage came next. She started simple with tying his hands, then his feet, then gradually pushing his body into various poses. Even going so far as to having him sleep while tied to the bed, a tight ball of tucked-up wolf to pet and snuggle around. She also started doing it at the club, putting him in exposed positions and gently teasing his genitals while he was blindfolded. He'd never cum so hard in his life when she finally let him finish.
Chastity was tried, but they ultimately abandoned. His package, while small, was awkward and he hated how it rubbed. But he was a strong enough will that her coaching eventually got him to a point of chastity through willpower. He simply would not cum without her permission. No matter how much he would want it, he'd spend hours letting her tease and edge him as she watched television. Of course he would whimper and beg as her touch kept him hard and leaking, but that was all he could do, or often would do when the bondage was purely mental. He simply loved to obey and wouldn't act beyond her wishes.
But beyond all the kink and sexual excitement, Brandon's greatest pleasure in this was just being in it. When they spent long weekends together, he'd spend most of it on the floor at her side, coming around and gently nuzzling her like a feral puppy. He'd lie on the floor with his head on her feet, and she'd gently brush him, and he didn't have a care in the world. He felt safe. Loved. The time he felt most alive and like himself was when he was with her, basking in her loving control.
And now, three years and a shared home later, he was about to make it real. The thought of marriage never even crossed the pairs' minds. They both always knew that this would be where it led. A place where one could willingly forgo personhood and be reduced to the status of a true owned pet.
Brandon had gone through half a dozen mental tests and psych evaluations to verify that yes, he was in his right mind. Always, that nagging feeling picked at the back of his mind like an itch that would never go away. He pushed it down every time he answered a question, but the thought was still there.
"Am I really doing this?"
He knew that things were set. His younger self had thankfully been smart about saving up money, working for a well-funded corporation. His investments would provide enough income for him to eat and live until his dying days as long as Susan kept up her job. He could actually live as a pet.
The mixed feelings inside of him, timid and excited, almost made him tense until he felt a hand on his. His eyes turned to look at Susan's. The small bunny was smiling, her green eyes bright despite the morning sun. "You ready?"
It sounded like she was so sure. But she always was. She was Mistress. Mistress always was sure of herself, and her confidence was infectious.
He forced himself to smile and nod, the movement making his collar and tags jingle. They exited the car and went inside, where other people and personpets were mingling about. The eyes turning to look at him made him even more nervous, but also incredibly excited. It was actually happening.
The time was a blur for him as they went forward and were taken back to an office for the final signing. Susan wasn't allowed to follow. Not yet. He had to do this alone and of his own free will. Papers were read, final notices given. The squirrel and the fellow canine witnesses watched him, but smiled as they guided him through the process. His initials went on a dozen pages until he got to the last and final page. He stared for a moment at the blank line as the nagging came full force as a chaotic scream at the back of his mind.
"Am I really doing this?"
Susan's face came into his mind. Her slim muzzle, straight ears, powerful face. God, she was beautiful... No, he wasn't entirely sure of himself, but he was sure of her. He loved Mistress. And yes, he wanted her more than he wanted himself.
He signed.
A few minutes later, the door opened and they walked out. The wolf, before the eyes of everyone else in the room, disrobed and lowered himself to his knees as Susan watched with a bright smile and tears. "I am yours, Mistress."
He waited patiently behind her, still kneeling for the moment as she signed her own forms and got his new, official dog tags. His head held high a moment as she changed them out. He couldn't help but smile and gently shake as the nagging thought in his head shifted.
"I actually did it..."
She guided him outside on a leash. Fully nude on a public sidewalk, but the dogtags he wore marked him as merely an animal. Few gave him more than a second look. He blushed and held his hands to hide a slowly-growing erection.
As if to accentuate the moment, she smiled and opened the back door. He knew what that meant without having to be told. He crawled over the back seat and lay down across it. That simple act, knowing he now didn't even have a legal right to fight back, made his shaft rock hard.
He stayed there quiet until they were home and went inside. As soon as the door closed, the bunny looked at him. Fingers snapped and she pointed down. In an instant, he was down on his knees looking up at her. She smiled and leaned down, kissing muzzle to muzzle. His heart slammed as he kissed back.
"I love you, Brandon. So much."
"I love you too, Susan. My mistress."
They smiled at each other and hugged close. Her clothes came off and he watched from the spot as her modest breasts came out, then tight rabbit slit exposed with her dropped panties. "Does my good boy want a treat?"
Brandon nodded with a small whine. His cock was still rock-solid, almost to the point of his knot swelling. But he didn't move until she told him to. Not until her hand went to her hip, palm down, and her fingers gestured. He leaned forward and crawled on all fours to the kitchen with her.
And there, in the middle of the kitchen, they made love. She pulled at his collar, screaming at what a good boy he was being. And he rutted her fast and hard, holding back his knot until she ordered him to cum in her. Then he pushed forward, driving his swollen bulb between her folds, and released his seed.
They collapsed for several minutes and savored the afterglow of sex, her hands softly running through the fur around his ear in a way that made him gently moan and whine.
This was to be his life from now on: a loving pet for a loving mistress. Now and forever.
And for the first time, the nagging thoughts went quiet.