Training a Babygirl Pet - Part 3 (Patreon)

Him saying that surprised her so much that she choked a little on the milk she was drinking and a little bit of it dribbled out of her mouth and dripped down her chin and down her neck onto her chest. In her restraints she was able to reach up just enough to push the bottle away for just a moment.

“Oh,” Her Master said, chuckling down at her, “Little bit messy aren’t we babygirl? Maybe next time Master will have to get a bib for you. Now drink up little Gracie.”

With a firm grip on her leash in one hand, he began pressing the bottle firmly against her lips again and making her suck the milk down. She was trying to decide if the milk tasted funny to her or if it was just her imagination. He’d already drugged her once she was pretty sure, so why not a second time?

“That’s it... suck it down... there you go... what a good little kitty you are. Drink it up kitten. You’re my little pet now.”

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Even though she was hating every minute of what was being done to her, Gracie would be lying if she said it hadn’t been easy to get used to the routine.

The man she’d met at the bar, who she embarrassedly only realized until after he’d told her to call him Master that she hadn’t ever learned his name, had spent the past several days, weeks, months breaking her down into whatever it was that he wanted.

Time didn’t mean anything to her anymore since the room she was in didn’t even have a clock. She had no idea how long it had been since that evening in the bar. Since then her ‘Master’ had inflicted several rules on her that she was forced to follow or receive embarrassing punishments of all different kinds.

She had quickly learned that any sort of clothing was a privilege. Her Master enjoyed keeping her in just socks and a diaper 90% of the time, besides of course... her kitty ears.

It didn’t take long for Gracie to realize that her Master was very interested in making her his ‘Kitten’ as well as trying to make her diaper dependent. It was quite rare that she was without some form of head covering with cat ears on it. He liked to refer to her as his little diapered pet.

The diapers repulsed poor Gracie, but there wasn’t anything she could do about them. The first several times she’d soaked her diapers had been horribly embarrassing, but she’d been able to handle it fine. Then she’d made her first messy diaper and it made her feel downright infantile.

As a “reward” for making her first messy diaper, Master made her stay in that diaper without a change for over 4 hours so she could, in his words, get the full baby experience. Before she knew it though, she was even starting to get used to messy diapers too. It started to become more familiar to her than she ever cared to admit.

Master got her started on a routine that consisted of nap times, diaper changes, playtime, training, bottles, and plenty more. She wasn’t sure exactly what his end goal was for her, but she knew that whatever his plan was, was working on her. She did her best to resist when she could, but the punishments made trying to do so impossible. After a while it started to just become a lot easier to do as she was told.

Before too long, she also discovered that her and her Master weren’t even the only ones here. At first she’d thought she was being kept in a house, but soon enough she realized that it was more like a facility, or a school.

Right outside the door to her nursery was a long hallway of doorways to other nurseries filled with more babies, boys and girls, all with their own Mistresses or Master’s. Each one seemed to be a little bit different. Perhaps they all had their own training regime. Gracie herself had to wear her kitty ears and leash almost 24/7, but it didn’t seem that most of these other babies were wearing either of those things.

Sometimes she would try to ask her Master why she was there and what they wanted with her, but he would never tell her much. He’d once let it slip that someone had paid for her to be sent here, but he wouldn’t say anything more.

Who would do such a thing? Who could possibly want to do this to her?

As she lay on her tummy though, while she was supposed to be taking a nap, she thought about it and her mind cringed as she thought about all the people she’d bullied back when she was in high school. She gotten much better since she went to college, but it might just be that her past had returned to haunt her.
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This story was written by Zander Chesney

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