*Woo[f]!* My Weekend as a Puppy *Woo[f]!*

**I**

I was so excited. I know I am at the height of my arousal when I feel my whole body vibrating, as if someone plugged me into an outlet and flipped the switch to on. My world is kink, I practice it daily, I write all the time, I am always on tumblr and fetlife. It’s not often that I am shaking in arousal.

The collar pivoted on its hinge, chrome and heavy, a single ring the like decoration sat in the center. There was no lock, and no buckle to keep this piece adhered around my neck. Instead, a small screw accompanied by an allen wrench was deployed to lock me into this cold, heavy piece of gear.

*–*

I love my girlfriend dearly, since the day we met she has been along for the ride on any kink or fetish I want to indulge in. She’s locked into a holy trainer most of her days, we practice the heaviest sensory deprivation and mummification we can conjure up, we’ve both spent weekends locked into our *slave closet* to service the other and speak little, and recently we’ve had two separate sissy dress-clad fembois over to our apartment for a day of debauchery and domestic servitude.

However, she just can’t get into puppy play. She laughs when I get into gear, and after thirty minutes she doesn’t know what to do with me. She tries, bless her heart, but she knows it as well as I that it isn’t flicking all the levers in this specific kink of mine.

So, imagine my surprise when I arrived home friday from a halfday of work, to find all of my pup gear out of our toy storage. I called out to her and found her packing up my puppy bowls into a small lunch box with a few cans of food.

“What are we…what are we planning this week?” I asked casually, curiously and with delight in my eyes.

“Oh, well, I wanted to tell you all about what I’ve been up to, but I absolutely knew that surprising you was the better option. You know how you like to take control of your kinks and kink scenes, and go a little overboard from time to time? Well, I had to keep this a secret because I want you to be the best puppy you can be this weekend.”

“This weekend?”

I was elated. I always had to bring up pup play with Meg when I needed a good session, and knowing it really wasn’t her thing, these scenes were few and far between. And she was right, the minute I bring up any kink, I instantly go off on an idea filled tangent (it’s a bad habit of mine, and not great when you’re the sub or bottom).

“Yup, I’m going to visit the girls downstate (some of her sorority sisters). I know how you always tell me you’re like a lost puppy when I’m gone, so I decided a few weeks ago I was going to find someone to puppy sit you until I’m back on Sunday…:”

My eyes shut, squinting, the face I make when I’m either thinking hard or registering something to memory. In my line of work, my accounts always think I’m mildly annoyed when I make this face, when in reality it’s just a tick I have. When I opened my eyes, my dearest, darling girlfriend was smiling wide at me. A big, shit eating grin. She knew that today, this plotting of hers, had outdone anything I have ever managed to pull off.

She had just one a huge fetish battle.

“So, I found someone that is also into puppy play. We’ve been exchanging messages, and she’ll be taking you, the cage, and all of your toys back to her place for the weekend. You know who she is, but I’m not going to tell you anything else because you don’t deserve to know. She told me to have you ready by one, and it’s now fifteen past noon, so go shower because I have to get you ready for your weekend at the pound.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8fqzzf/woof_my_weekend_as_a_puppy_woof