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"Well well well, what do we have here?"
Bree towered over her new pet, who was still cowering in his box.
"You could've just told me you were into this," Bree tutted, "I would've been more than happy to indulge you, you know."
Bree stared down at the familiar yet almost unrecognisable man she just purchased.
He was so different from the last time she saw him about three years ago - void of facial hair or any body hair for that matter, his muscles toned down and his neat straight hair now in his natural curls, all making him look younger than he really was. His demeanour obviously took a 180º turn now that he's a pet. The confident, egoistical personality she associated him with was pretty much wiped out after his pet training.
Now, the docile pet stole glances up at her cautiously, like he was scared of his new owner.
"The pet store said I could name you whatever I like. What do you think, Luke?"
The pet involuntarily shuddered.
"Too soon? How about, Loser? For the way you treated me then ghosted only to become the pathetic pet that you are right now?"
The pet couldn't speak with the dildo gag tight in his mouth. He only looked down in shame.
"Think I'd go with that. And you're to call me Mistress," Bree decided.
"Now let's see just how well the pet facility trained you. Get out, Loser."
The pet meekly stood up from his box and quickly kneeled in front of his new owner as he was trained to do.
Bree allowed herself a moment to take in the sight of her ex-boyfriend turned pet at her feet. She almost wished she could show this moment to the Luke she once knew - he'd never in a million years believe her.
Bree had been researching for a pet for a few weeks, finally feeling ready for one. She had choked in surprise when she saw this pet listing on a pet store website, and immediately booked a visit as she had to see it in person to believe it.
Bree had taken over a year to get over Luke, after all they were together for her entire early 20s. She could almost laugh at how coincidental it was that she saw his listing on the exact 3rd anniversary of the day he dumped her.
So she paid the pet store a visit, and there was no mistaking who she saw. The staff told her it was a surprise that the usually energetic and friendly pet was just huddled in a corner of his cage, staring at Bree in shock. That didn't stop them from trying to sell him off to her anyway.
She then spent the next 2 weeks contemplating whether it'd be a good idea to buy him, considering she vowed to herself never to try going back to someone who preferred to disappear rather than talk things out and at least give her the truth about himself and why he wanted to end their relationship.
But she had been wanting a pet for a while, and Luke was pretty affordable... and familiar. Her research showed that apparently people discovered pets who were someone they once knew pretty often. Often enough that the pets' training includes teaching pets to dissociate from their past; anyone from their past life should be treated like any new owner without any past baggage.
So, she threw any sense of moralities out the window and now here they were, with him kneeling in front of her.
Besides the gag, his cock was tucked away in a small metal cage, so small it impressed Bree considering how big she remembered him to be. His hands were bound with rope behind his back, and he had a black collar and matching cuffs on his wrists and ankles. Bree couldn't see from where she was standing, but she was sure he also had a big plug in his ass, as requested by her from the store.
For a moment, she was afraid of what he'd say when she eventually takes off the gag. Would he try to explain himself, would he ask to be returned? Would he lash out like he used to? But she had to remind herself that he is now Loser the pet, and Luke was long gone.
She braced herself, then bent down to remove the gag. She watched as Loser breathed heavily once, twice, then swallowed before saying, "Thank you, Mistress," in a voice so small she was positive she'd never heard Luke sound like that before.
Never in a million years did Bree see this coming. It was so overwhelming, she had to take a step back. So she left Loser kneeling in the middle of the living room as she took the manual with all his information and sat at her dining table to read through it.
She read through the kinds of kinks he was trained for, the limits he had, the safewords and other things to note to care for him. She snuck a quick glance at Loser, who was still obediently kneeling with his gaze down. Luke rarely dabbled in any kink when they were together, and on the rare occasion that they did, he was usually asking to try them on Bree, rather than the other way around. So is it her fault for not seeing this coming?
On one hand, Bree still felt somewhat wrong knowing her pet's past. But on the other, she knew Luke was technically gone, and the pet in her living room was no longer the same person.
It must be harder for him, she thought, trying to start a new life but ending up being bought by someone from his past and having to be a pet for her now. And not just anyone from his past, his damn ex.
Bree almost felt bad for him.
Almost.
She got up and went over to him again. She untied the rope, but the boy obediently kept his hands behind his back.
"Can't believe this is what you left me for," Bree muttered, mainly to herself.
Loser remained still and silent, and for some reason it grated on Bree's nerves. She knew that obviously pets undergo obedience training so his docile behaviour shouldn't be surprising, but at the same time she couldn't help expecting some sort of reaction from him. Five whole years of his past was standing right before him, now owning him and his body for god's sake.
The longer she stared down at Loser, the angrier she got. Memories of their past together that she'd taken so long to repress started flooding back, and she couldn't stand that Loser seemed so unfazed. She didn't rule out the possibility that Loser was having his own whirlwind of emotions, but his ability to keep an emotionless face and hide whatever he may be truly feeling or thinking was getting to her.
Before she could stop herself, Bree swung her palm and slapped Loser hard across his face. A small gasp was heard from the boy as his face turned with the impact, but other than that, Loser still kept his hands behind his back, and was quick to return to facing the front, eyes still downcast.
Bree allowed herself to be upset about her ex for the first time in a long time, and the lack of reaction from him egged her on. She slapped him again, watching his cheek turn red. Watching how he quietly accepted the hits. Trying her best to distinguish this pet from the man she once knew.
She slapped his other cheek to turn it a matching red. She had to admit that he blushed prettily, something she never saw when they were together. Because it was something he'd never allowed to happen to himself.
It felt cathartic to Bree, letting her repressed anger and frustration out on the one who caused all her hurt in the first place. She was surprised to feel tears well in her eyes as she gave Loser another smack across his cheek.
"You stupid bitch," she whispered in anger, watching Loser take the beating excellently.
"Fuck you, you know that?" Bree let her mouth run with each slap she gave, not caring anymore as her emotions got the better of her.
After a few more slaps, Bree reeled herself in and grabbed Loser's chin to make him look up at her.
"I'm sorry, Mistress," Loser whispered.
Bree's anger didn't cool even as her pet looked up at her sorrowfully. She assumed that he wasn't actually sorry for his past mistakes, rather that it was just something he was taught to say after punishments.
"For what?" she spat - literally, with spit landing on his forehead.
Loser visibly swallowed, looking uncertain. He bit his lip, before saying in a hushed voice, "I'm sorry for angering you Mistress, please let me make it up to you."
"That all your training taught you to say? They really knew how to turn you into a dumb loser," Bree barked a laugh.
Bree just wanted to hear him acknowledge their past and say something. Could they really have wiped his memory? Did they scare him into thinking he should never mention anything from his past life? Is this even the same person or has she gone mad?
"And what did you do to make me angry in the first place," she pushed, folding her arms.
"I-I.." He looked torn, like he couldn't say what he really wanted to, which frustrated Bree further.
"I can do better Mistress, I promise," Loser pleaded.
"You can start doing better by actually answering my question."
To her surprise, he suddenly bent down til his forehead touched the floor right in front of her toes.
"Please accept my apology Mistress, please punish me and let me show you that I can do better."
"Can you stop - ", Bree pulled his hair til he sat back up, "- reading off your silly little script and actually talk?"
Looking into Loser's wide and slightly scared eyes, Bree realised that she can't get what she wanted out of him. After all, he really was just a pet now, no longer the man she used to know.
"You can do better huh?" Bree walked over to the couch, tugging Loser along by his hair, her pet struggling to keep up on his knees.
"Prove it to me then," she plopped down, tugging up her skirt.
Luke wasn't really good with his tongue, and Bree rarely got to orgasm when they were together; he was more a receiver than a giver of pleasure. Bree was curious to see how his training had improved him.
Loser naturally moved towards her pussy, but stopped short. He looked up at her in a silent request for permission.
With an impatient huff, Bree pulled her slave's head til his nose was buried in her cunt, holding him still there.
Loser finally darted his tongue out to lick up his Mistress's hole, eliciting a surprised gasp from her. With his nose still in between her lips, he repeated his movement.
Only when Bree loosened her grip on the back of his head did he stop his licking. It was only for a brief moment to take a breath though, before he was eagerly back to lick all the way up her clit.
He kissed her lips softly, starting to make out with her pussy like it was her face. Bree found herself biting back moans of absolute pleasure that she never felt with Luke. She whimpered when Loser's tongue slowly penetrated her hole.
The slave started fucking his Mistress with his tongue, swirling it around inside her before pulling out, licking up to her clit, then going back down and sticking inside her again. He slowly did it again and again, occasionally pausing just to kiss and suck her pussy tenderly, like he was truly making out with it.
Bree was breathing shallowly, thighs trembling with pleasure. She was impressed with the pet facility training - if they could turn hopeless Luke into this perfect pussy licker, they could probably do anything.
What made it better was that her pet actually seemed eager to serve her. He was enthusiastically tonguing her, breathing in her scent, burying his face in her pubes. Bree took a moment to appreciate the sight below her, one she couldn't remember ever seeing despite it being the same person. Loser was on all fours, his lean back arched and ass up in the air. Already she preferred this slave over the man who left her, despite it being the same person.
She began grinding her pussy against his face, trying to get more friction. Both hands found their way back to his hair, pushing his head impossibly closer to her pussy. Loser obediently took it as his face was squished and rubbed against his Mistress's groin, not seeming bothered that he could barely breathe.
"You could've told me you wanted to leave to improve on yourself," Bree managed to say in between moans.
"To be the whore you are now," Bree squeezed her thighs around Loser's head.
"How long did you dream of becoming a slut? How did I not notice??"
It felt like the more Bree spoke, the more it encouraged Loser to chase her orgasm. He licked faster, and held onto her knees for purchase.
"Didn't say you could touch me," Bree scolded, "hands behind your back."
In an instant, Loser held onto his wrists behind his back. His mouth didn't stop, in fact he seemed to make up for his mistake by fucking his Mistress with his tongue even harder.
Bree's moans became more high pitched as her orgasm approached, thrusting her hips against her slave's face with more urgency. She finally came, holding onto Loser's head as he continued to lick and suck at her clit.
She didn't let go even as she calmed down from her orgasm, yet Loser didn't protest and remained on his knees with his face between his Mistress's thighs.
Bree looked down at her pet, hated to admit that he really did prove to her that he could do better. She still harboured anger towards the person between her legs, but she also had to come to terms with the fact that what's past is done. She can't undo time, but at least she's here with him again, although in a setting she never imagined. Perhaps with time, she'd soon get the answers to her questions about Luke. She just needed to bond with her pet anew now.
Finally, she let go of Loser's head, and the boy shyly looked up at his Mistress.
"Thank you for allowing me to pleasure you, Mistress," he spoke softly, and despite knowing it was probably one of the things he learned to say in training, Bree couldn't help but find it sweet.
"I really am sorry and I promise that I will do better for you now," Luke unexpectedly continued, "than I used to."
The last part was spoken much softer that Bree had to pause to wonder if she really heard it right. That was all she wanted to hear tonight - him acknowledging his past with her.
That's a small step she'd accept for now. Slowly but surely, she'd get more out of him.
Bree sat back and pat her pet's hair. She honestly felt glad to have found him again.