Claire makes a daring choice to become a pet, a toy, not more than a thing, to her Owner

Claire lay in the dark – remembering.

She could do little else with her time as she was held fast and firm within the confines of what she assumed was a sleep sack of some kind.  Her arms were held close to her sides – her hands gripped in fists – legs cinched together – and even her neck embraced with a tall stiff collar preventing any movement of her head.  Claire's eyes were covered within her hood and had been for some time now.

How long? Claire wondered but could no longer tell.  Time itself had escaped her – even if she herself could no long harbor any hope for her own escape.

Nor did she.

Claire remembered how she came to be this – thing – this toy held close in protective custody at the hands of another who professed to love her but rarely spoke a word.  She herself was not allowed to speak – not able to speak at all really – her mouth always kept either filled with a gag or feeding tube – or put to use providing pleasure to whatever flesh was forced past her lips.  Claire could not have resisted these frequent insertions – even if she wanted to.  In addition to the gags which would fill her mouth and press deep to the back of her throat, Claire wore a hard rubber mouth piece, hinged at the back, which was kept locked open, preventing her from closing her jaw, keeping her mouth always accessible for confinement or use.  It was only ever removed for cleaning and then promptly replaced.  At first this device was extraordinarily difficult to bear but in time the humiliation of drooling and the soreness of her jaw subsided and she came to accept that this was how she was desired to be and she would submit herself to such an existence – even if she could have had a choice.

She did not.

When Claire first agreed to become a permanent "pet" to her lover she did not really know what to expect, even with the detailed instructions on behavior, the precise description of the conditions under which she would be held and the signing of the contract that forever removed from her hands any control over her body for all time.  It was if she were possessed by a feverish dream that allowed the words to wash over her like a warm fragrant bath, rendering her delirious and eager to submerge herself in those waters and be forever taken from this cruel and contrary "real" world to be forever kept and guarded, safe and controlled, in a place that would always stay just beyond her imaginings.

Claire remembered her first day – immediately after signing the contract and dutifully removing her clothes and standing, as instructed in the middle of the room – legs apart – hands on her head – eyes down – mouth open.  She remembered her lover’s words:

"Now that I own you – truly own you – you are no longer a person with any say in what happens to you.  You are not my lover – you are my pet – my toy – my thing.  This mindset will be constantly reinforced throughout your training and ultimate confinement.  There will need to be some changes made before we proceed further."

Claire's heart shuddered within her chest, threatening to pour words from her open mouth, as she heard the words "you are not my lover", but she restrained herself and kept dutifully silent – accepting her fate.

Claire's lover – "No", Claire corrected herself in her roaming mind, "My Owner." – Claire's Owner then proceeded to remove the hair from Claire's body – cutting and shaving not just where needed – all over – handling her roughly throughout – rubbing her all over with depilatory cream which was practically scraped off with a coarse towel – and finally leaving her standing in the middle of the room completely naked to the world.  Claire could see herself across the room in the large full length mirror on the wall.  She no longer recognized herself.  Who was this trembling creature?  Pale skin and frightened eyes looked back at her.  Her vulva was glistening in the meager light.  Her bare skin glowed.  Her hands delicately felt the foreign smoothness on her head.  Bald.  Completely bald.  Even her eyebrows had been removed.  "What have I become?" she wondered.

Her Owner, always one of few words, spoke again:

"This will do for now.  In time there will be a series of laser treatments to remove the hair permanently.  Other changes will also be made.  Hands behind your back."

Her Owner swiftly fitted Claire with a set of heavy leather cuffs on her wrists, ankles and just above the elbows.  These were secured with small but sturdy locks.  The wrists were locked together and so were the elbows – painfully pulling Claire's arms together behind her.  How could she ever get used to this?  "Surely it won't always be like this." thought Claire half in fear and half in hope.  Her ankles were linked by a short length of chain.  Her Owner instructed her to walk around to get a better view.  Claire did as she was told and slowly, clumsily, paced out a small circle in the room – hobbled by her new restraints – feeling so terribly exposed as she felt the cool air caress her moving naked and hairless skin.

Claire's owner seemed satisfied.  Claire, now visibly shaking, held back her tears.

This was when the mouthpiece was inserted for the first time.  When her Owner said "Open wide." – Claire obeyed – opening as wide as she could.  In the device went, slipping across her teeth, fitting snugly on both top and bottom, bland taste of stiff silicone – and then, with an almost imperceptible "click", locked in place.  Claire could no longer close her mouth.  She could not keep herself from gasping.

"You'll get used to it," murmured her Owner.

Claire watched in the mirror as her Owner picked up a large black leather collar and proceeded to fit it tightly around Claire's neck.  It was a tall collar with a shaped neck that rode up and over Claire's chin in the front and pressed firmly against the back of her skull – keeping her head up, almost looking at the ceiling.  She swallowed hard, breathing more rapidly through her open mouth as her Owner fastened the collar and locked it shut.  It was padded but not by any means comfortable.  Claire could not turn her head or lower her gaze.  She peered desperately down and across the room to the mirror where this new creature stood – her – already transformed into something other than a person – a mere thing – a pet – to be owned and held and kept.  A gentle calm descended on her as she thought these things and she breathed deeper and more slowly as she understood this was indeed what she had wanted all along.  A shock, yes, to be so rapidly bound but still – she was already finding acceptance for her new life.

Her Owner stood behind her – arms draped over her shoulders – and whispered tenderly in her ear:

"I love seeing you like this.  You are beautiful to me."

Claire melted back in her Owner's arms and was surprised when a large rubber gag was stuffed in her mouth.  It was fleshy and thick and pressed deep into the back, forcing her tongue down and threatening to make her gag.  She could see in the mirror that there was a wide leather panel on the outside, fitted with straps that buckled tightly to connections on the sides of the high collar.  Her Owner whispered again:

"This mouth of yours – excuse me, this mouth of mine – will not speak ever again.  No words will pass these lips.  No sound will be endured.  It will always be open and it will always be filled.  It will be used and abused and kept imprisoned with no possibility of release.  You will take whatever I give you.  You will eat, drink and swallow all that is placed within there.  Do you understand?"

Claire tried to nod but the collar prevented her.  She tried to speak but the gag reduced her voice to a mere stifled whimpered.  The best she could do was suck deeply on the thick shaft inside her mouth – and this pleased her Owner.

"Good.  Now I want you to look at yourself."

Her Owner stepped away and left her standing alone in the room.  She had to arch her back to see clearly to the mirror where some wild and strange naked creature had been subdued and rendered completely helpless.

"That's me!" thought Claire, frantically.  "What have I done to myself?!"

Panic began to rise and she desperately struggled to free herself, twisting and writhing within her restraints, gasping and trying to cry out past the gag.  The hobbling chains between her ankles made Claire lose her footing and she toppled over – only to be caught by her Owner – held safely – inches above the floor.

"I would never let anything happen to you that wasn't of my own choice and desire," counseled her Owner as she was brought back up to her feet.  "You are my treasured possession and must always feel safe in my care."

Claire, tears streaming down her face, managed a subtle nod of compliance and the barest of smiles creased the corners of her eyes causing more tears to pour forth.

"There, there my darling pet," whispered her Owner in warm, hushed tones.  "No need for tears.  Have another look in the mirror."

Claire raised her gaze and saw herself again.  This time the emotions pounding within her breast was not fear but adoration and contentment.  She was safe.  She was cared for.  She was owned and had nothing further to fear.  Claire sighed deeply and moaned softly, leaning slightly into her Owner's arms.

"Much better, pet.  Much better. Now say goodbye to this world – you're going to enter another."

And with that, Claire's view of herself in the mirror and of the world around her disappeared behind the constant black veil of a padded blindfold that was secured around her face.

Black.  Nothing but black.  Bound in silence and reduced to just a set of ears that could hear her Owner breathe warm words into her mind.

"There will be changes made.  Oh yes.  There will be many ways for you to be kept.  To be used.  To be reduced.  Your journey has just begun, my dear.  Say goodbye to the world."

Claire's ears were filled with something – plugs perhaps – she didn't know – all she was certain of was the deafening lack of sound.  She was now truly cut off from the world with only the surface of her skin to declare what was happening around her.

Fingers caressed.  Fingers probed.  More of Claire was filled and bound and locked.  The early delirium returned as Claire gave up all sense of control, knowing she no longer could protest or escape or deny.  She could only exist.  She could only experience.

And she had only just begun.

Claire remembered that first day as she lay in the dark, immobilized and waiting.  Her Owner was out there, somewhere, and Claire could only imagine what would happen next.  How she might be used for the pleasure of her love.  How she could serve with complete compliance. 

How long has Claire been like this?  She did not know. She had no sense of time. Time no longer mattered.

Claire would abide.  Claire would remember.

There was so much to remember.  How much of it was real or a dream she did not know – or care.  Claire was happy to just be the thing she had become.