Training a Babygirl Pet - Part 2 (Patreon)

The sudden voice made Gracie jump. If she hadn’t just completely peed herself, she might have just then out of surprise. She felt a strong hand run itself over her cheek, then work its way down her body until it rested on her crotch.

“Wow, you really did soak this thing. You’re gonna be a natural.”

The strong hand pressed itself firmly against Gracie’s crotch, making her feel the warm dampness around her crotch making her unable to put what she had been forced to do out of her mind.

After they had thoroughly explored her crotch, Gracie felt as the hand worked itself back up her body and took ahold of the blindfold, and removed it!

The bright light of the room was very harsh for a moment and Gracie had to blink several times before her eyes were able to adjust. When they finally did... she wished they hadn’t.

She was in a large room that looked like a giant nursery complete with toys, changing table, stacks of diapers, and plenty more.

Baby powder! That’s what that smell was! Wait a minute...

Gracie knew that what she was expecting to see when she looked down was the truth, but she needed to check to be sure. She titled her head upwards and looked down at herself. Except for bright pink and white socks she was almost entirely naked except for one thing... a diaper! A big freakin actual diaper! She couldn’t believe it! And she’d just been forced to soak it!

The diaper... HER diaper, was white except for a design of cartoon bears all over it. But the bottom of the diaper, the area between her legs was heavily soaked and had been dyed yellow from her own accident. Black restraints, like something you’d see in a mental hospital were strapped around her wrists and ankles, keeping her from being able to move all that much on her own while the rest of her naked body, primarily her breasts were fully on display. All that was topped off by what she could feel was a hat on the top of her head.

Nervous, but desperate for answers, Gracie finally looked up from her own horrifyingly dressed state to look into the eyes of the man from the bar. It was him! The man smiled down at her, clearly amused by the surprised look on Gracie’s face.

“Awww look at you. So confused. I know, this must all feel very strange for a girl like you who thought she was so in control of everything. Don’t worry though Gracie, before you know it this will all feel like your new normal.”

The man reached down and loosened her restraints from the thing she was laying in, which she blushed as she discovered it was a giant crib, and picked her up out of it with surprising ease. She wanted to struggle and scream and do anything she could to get out of his grip, but the restraints still around her wrists and ankles and the plastic thing in her mouth stopped her from moving too much or saying anything beyond a muffled whine.

He brought her over to a carpeted part of the room and plopped her down onto it, her soggy diaper squishing grossly beneath her crotch. He reached up and found a long pink strap, and reached down next to her. He wrapped the thing around her neck, and Gracie eyes went wide as she heard a very audible click as the thing locked around her neck. It was only when she looked back up at him did she realize that he’d just attached a leash onto her, one that he was holding the other end to.

As she watched from the floor, the man grabbed a bottle filled with what looked like milk and shook it up a little.

He reached down and loosened the  s tr a p  on the thing tied into her mouth and removed it. It made her blush even more as she only then realized the object was a large pacifier that strapped around her head.

She opened her mouth to speak, to ask what the hell was going on, but her voice felt very sore and hoarse, “W...what’s... what’d you...”

“Oh shush little girl, forget about your old life. This is your new life, and all you’re going to know from now on.”

Before Gracie is able to speak again the man reaches down and pressed the bottle firmly against her mouth. With a firm grip on her leash, he holds the back of her head possessively as he holds the bottle tight against her lips.

Gracie nervously meets his gaze as he looks down at her, milk filling her mouth and her sucking it down without any other choice.

“Oh,” The man said, a deep grin growing on his cheeks. “And I almost forgot. You are to only refer to me as Master. Got it?”
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This story was written by Zander Chesney

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