Friday:

I walk into my home and sigh with relief as I shut the front door, the chaotic world outside disappearing, along with all my responsibilities, decisions and stresses. I smile as I take a moment to enjoy the quiet of the empty home and look at the text from my partner.

"I know how stressful your week has been, so this week you can just be my puppy. I hope to see you greeting me like a good boy when I get home." This is why I love my boyfriend, he is so thoughtful and accepting, he was a bit freaked out by my puppyplay fetish at first but he saw how it made me happy, especially after a particularly stressful week, where he finally got it and since then has always allowed me to spend time in pup space when I need it, although this is the first time that he suggested it himself, although I do need it.

I place my phone on the table in the hallway along with my keys and begin to excitedly remove my clothes as I walk through the house to the bedroom, my stress lessening with each pieces of clothing I remove. Reaching the bedroom stuff my clothes uncaringly into the washing basket, if it were up to me I'd never wear them again, and pull out a box from under the bed and pull out various items, firstly an empty litter box and bag of litter, which I quickly carry into the bathroom, next three dog bowls, which I place on the kitchen floor, I then pull out a soft dog bed and fold up dog cahe from under the bed and place the bed in the living room and the cage in the kitchen. Returning to the bedroom I pull out the last few items, my leash which I hook on the wall next to the backdoor, several dog toys which I place my my bed and finally my collar. I check to see if the shocker is charged, which it is, the human side of me feeling slight fear as it turns on and shows that it is charged, the shocker preventing me from speaking until I return to my human state, a fact that makes me strain in my chastity cage, one which my boyfriend makes me wear, one of his fetishes, one I've learnt to enjoy in return for playing out my own. I bring the collar to my neck and tighten it, locking it on with a small padlock, one that I leave in the box. As I feel the collar around my neck my mind relaxes, a switch clicks inside me and I immediately drop to all fours, my mind forgetting all of my worries and stresses, for now I'm just an animal, a pet, a puppy, I have no worries other than pleasing my human owner, I have no desires other than eating, sleeping, playing, going to the toilet and being a good boy, anything from my human life is a distant and strange thought buried in the depths of my mind.

I wonder into the living room and lay down in my bed, contently waiting for my boyfriend, no owner to return home.

I rise excitedly to all fours as I hear the key in the lock and quickly crawl to the front door just as it opens. I pant happily seeing my owner and jump up at his legs, resting my front paws on him as he loving strokes my head woth a smile.

"Are you happy to see me?"

"Woof!" I close my eyes as he scratches behind my ear.

"I'm happy to see you as well. But you do have let me get in the house." Understanding I drop back down to all fours and move away into the living room and allow him to take off his shoes and jacket. I follow him into the kitchen as he turns on the kettle, the sound making my mouth feel slightly dry and I move over to my bowls and let out a whine.

"Are you thirsty?" My owner doesn't wait for a response as he picks up one of my bowls and fills it with tap water before placing it back down in front of me. I lower my head to it and sniff before lapping at the tasteless liquid, happily drinking it down while my owner drinks his own drink.

Finishing I feel a slight rumble in my stomach and look at my empty bowl, a slight whimper escaping my lips almost instinctively.

"You hungry? It's a bit early but I suppose you could eat now." I hear the fridge door open and close and wait excitedly as my loving owner empties a container of cold mince meat and vegetables, we normally have a few premade ones frozen for when we roleplay, they're all the sake but one of the nice things about being a pup is not having to choose what you want to eat, you just have dog food given to you, or in my case the closest thing to it. Hungry I lower my head down to the bowl and start eating, almost not even thinking about using my hands to eat, my mind fully escaping into that of a mindless and sim0le animal. As I eat my meal of cold meat, my head buried inside the bowl, I hear and smell my owner cooking his meal, part of me wishing that I were eating that but as a pet I don't get a say and my collar won't allow me to say anything, I should just be happy with my own meal.

Finishing I lick my lips happily and sit on the kitchen floor as I watch my owner finish making his dinner, the smells driving me slightly crazy as I wonder if he will feed me a few scraps.

I sit as my owner holds up a piece of food, teasing and toying with me, using the small scrap of his meal to mess with me.

"Beg." I rise on my knees and rise my front paws up limply and pant, small pleading whines escaping my mouth, my cock straining from the humiliation and dehumanisation of begging for scraps like the mindless animal that I am. I watch as the piece of food flies through the air and excitedly chase after my well earned scrap of food, without even thinking of using my hands, I lower my head to the floor and happily eat it.

I lay at my owners feet, the smell of his socks noticeable as he watches a film, I try to watch it as well but my mind barely manages to pay attention as it happily zones out, I just enjoy being with my owner and relaxing, having no stresses or worries, just feeling loved and looked after.

Suddenly the tv turns off, the credits disappearing, replaced by the black screen. Feeling my owner moving I get to all fours ready to move out of the way. I close my eyes as I feel him stroke my head.

"Did you enjoy the film?" I stay silent, knowing that I both can't answer if I wanted to and that it wasn't the type of question that was meant to be answered, besides I wasn't really paying attention, human me would but not puppy me.

"Would you like a late night treat?" I look at my owner as he pulls out his cock, my own twitching at the sight as my eyes focus on it.

"Woof!"

"Sit." I obediently do as I'm told, my eyes never leaving his cock as I wait for my treat.

"Beg." I raise up and beg like I did earlier, part of me doesn't know which is more humiliating but another part of me doesn't care.

"Good boy, suck." At the command I drop back down to all fours and crawl over between his legs. I sniff his crotch taking in his scent as I lick and lap at his balls and cock, before sliding my lips over his cock and hungrily start to work for my treat, my tongue playfully rolling over his head as I taste his pre cum and pushing him deeper into my throat, before being rewarded as his warm and delicious cum fills my mouth. Swallowing my treat like a good boy I lick every drop from his cock until his hand gently pushes me away, causing me to sit panting happily as the taste of his cum lingers in my mouth and my own cock strains in its cage.

"Do you need toilet before I go to bed?" At the word toilet I suddenly feel the desperate urge to pee, as if being reminded.

"Woof!" I quickly move out of the room and to the backdoor, as my owner slowly walks towards it I paw slightly at the door and make slight whining noise.

"Ok, ok, here you go." I step back as he opens the door and immediately race out into the dark garden, stopping at the grass and immediately relieve myself, the sound of my warm piss spraying onto the grass fills the quiet night as I relax.

As I shake I suddenly realise how cold and dark it is outside and how exposed I am. I quickly turn relieved to see that the backdoor is still open, I have been shut out before but only as punishment, and that my owner is watching. I quickly move back inside to the warmth of my home.

I settle down into my soft dog bed in the living room and watch as my owner turns the light off and heads upstairs to sleep in what is usually our bed. Part of me feels a bit sad and lonely at not joining him in bed but dogs aren't allowed on furniture, including beds, and they have their own special bed. I lower my head down onto the raised edge of the bed and close my eyes, unlike the past week, my mind is calm, peaceful and empty of thoughts and worries, and I quickly fall into a deep sleep.

Saturday:

I awake to pain in my crotch and blink tiredly as I try to figure out what time day it is. The room is full of the warm morning light but it is still quiet, I doubt my owner will be up for hours still.

I get to all fours in an attempt to rid myself of the pain but quickly realise that my cock is trying to get hard due to my full bladder. I quickly move to the bathroom and look down at my empty litter box with a whimper, he must have forgotten to fill ot yesterday. I pace the room slightly as I try to hold it in, part of my wonders if I can use the toilet just this once as an emergency but I'll be punished when he finds out, my collar will shock me and I'll be locked in my cage all day. I pace around the house as I wait, wvwry now and then letting out a whimper as my desperation and pain grows with each moment, time dragging out agonisingly slowly.

Finally hearing my owner walking slowly down the stairs I quickly crawl over to him whimpering and whining loudly and jumping up at him.

"What's wrong?" His face suddenly fills with realisation.

"Did I forget to fill your litter box? I'm sorry. I'm guessing that you need to go to the toilet. Come on." I quickly race over to to back door and move my limbs, barely able to hold it in as he slowly walks towards the front door, I can tell by the very slight smile that he is deliberately being slow to torment me, which only makes it more difficult.

The second the back door finally opens I dash outside, my bladder releasing the moment that I reach the grass, warm piss splashing down my hind legs as I sigh with relief, my body becoming so relaxed that I almost collapsing into my puddle of piss. Ready for the day ahead of me I happy walk back indoors for my breakfast of cold meat and vegetables.

I eagerly follow the ball as it moves tauntingly in my owners hand.

"Is this what you want?" Yes it is, I want it, I want to chase it, to play with it, to bring it back to him luke a good boy.

"Go fetch!" I turn as I watch the ball fly through the air and bounce and roll across the floor as I quickly rush after it on all fours. Reaching the ball I puck it up in my mouth and with a sense of pride I happily bring it to my owner, a quick ruffle of my hair rewarding me for my good behaviour.

"Good boy. You want to go again?" I watch intently as he holds up the ball.

"Fetch!" Once again I chase the ball, enjoying playing with my owner.

I sit patiently by the back door as my leash is clipped to my collar and the back door is opened. As it opens I feel the fresh air against my naked body and hear the sounds of people going about their busy lives and birds singing in the trees, I smell barbecues and pollen, and the more animal side of me just wants to be outside with nature, while the human side of me worries if I'll be scene in this exposed and dehumanised state, that fear of potential humiliation making my cock strain as I feel a tug on my leash and step outside for my walkies, the animal side quickly winning as I step uncaringly in the open garden.

I pant slightly as I feel my owners hand stroking my back.

"You've been such a good boy today. Maybe I should reward your behaviour." I like being rewarded, I wonder what it will be? I stay still, not wanting to suddenly misbehave, as my owner moves behind me, hearing the undoing of his belt I understand my reward and raise my ass into the air for him in anticipation.

I moan as his cock enters my ass as he mounts me, his dee0 thrusts quickly make me pant as my own cock strains against the hard metal of its prison. Feeling his warm cum fill my ass a small howl escapes my lips, as I'm brought over the edge and my body shakes in orgasm. My body lays down tiredly on the floor as my owner pulls out, my senses quickly filling with wonderful smells as he brings his cock up to my face, knowing what to do I start to kick and suck his cock clean, the taste quickly making me feel horny again.

Sunday:

I obediently climb into my cage and here the door close and lock, trapping me inside until my owner returns, from where I don't know, nor do i know how long he'll be. This is fairly usual when I'm in pup mode, he usually leaves me for a while during the day or sometimes evening, I have to remain safety in my dog cage until he returns so that I don't get into trouble.

I watch as he leaves and I hear the front door open and close, the lock clicking shut and the car leaving the drive. I sit I'm the empty and quiet house, locked inside my cage, left to wait until he returns to let me out.

I look out of the bars of my cage excitedly as I hear the front door, my owner has returned. Wait. Something sounds different, is that two sets of footsteps? My heart starts to race in fear as I hear someone walk to the doorway but I relax slightly when I see my owner.

"Did you miss me?"

"Woof!" I couldn't help myself, I am genuinely happy to see him.

"I have something that I need to tell you." What is wrong? Was I not a good boy? What's happened?

"Do you ever wonder where I go when I lock in your cage?" No, I'm guessing he is off doing human activities.

"I've been seeing someone else. Someone who doesn't want to be treated like an animal and sleep in a dog bed, eat out of bowls, be walked on a leash and go to the toilet outside." What! How could he do this to me! I stare in horror as another man walks into view.

"We've decided to move in together. Don't worry though, I'm not getting rid of yiu or kicking you out, I still love you. You'll get what you've always wanted, you will stay as my pet dog forever." No, he can't do this to me!

"Wh..." I feel a powerful shock from my collar as I try to speak and drop to the floor of my cage.

"Don't misbehave, I know that this may be a bit of a surprise but that no excuse to be a bad boy." Strangely part of me still feels bad about being called a bad boy, maybe I should behave for my owner. What am I thinking? And why is my cock straining in its cage? I can't be like this for the rest of my life can I? Part of me weirdly seems to like the idea. I watch as my owners new partner walks up to my cage and I instinctively let out a growl at the man who took my owner, no boyfriend, no ex boyfriend now owner, away.

"It's alright, I won't hurt you, I love dogs and help train them,  I'll make sure that you love the life you truely desire and be a good little doggy. I own two well trained dogs myself, so although you won't have your owners attention so much, you will have two new friends, I'm sure they'll love to play with you." Through the bars of my cage I see two large dogs walk in led on leashes. They come up to me and sniff, the pair quickly becoming visibly excited to spend time with and get to know their new playmate, I let out a slight whimper of both fear and excitement as I instinctively raise my ass.

Epilogue:

Monday:

I'm greeted by my loving pet dog as I walk through the door, the man who was once my boyfriend jumps excitedly, happy to have his owner return home and eager to please me. I look down at the now mindless animal as I stroke his head, his blank eyes showing no sign of humanity, his mind completely empty of thought and is dumb panting face hiding the fact that he was ever anything more than a puppy. Me and my husband really did do a good job of training him, helping him become who he really is. He seems to be happy with his new life as an obediently pet, not to mention enjoying the company of his playmates, the sound of them playing together is a fairly common. I smile down at my puppy and stroke his head, I'm happy that I made his dreams come true and that he is happy.

"Good boy."