his pets

17. showing off her progress

After watching her transformation for a few weeks, Christopher invited a few of his friends over to show off her progress.
They gathered in the living room, the air thick with anticipation and curiosity.
Lily, now fully embracing her identity
as his pet, waited for her master's instructions, while kneeling happily in the next room.
After a few minutes of light-hearted conversation between Christopher and his friends he finally called her over.
Upon hearing his command Lily quickly entered the room, crawling towards him in a short matching skirt and top. She came to a stop in front of him, kneeling between his legs and panting excitedly.

The friends' laughter filled the space, a mix of amazement and amusement at the transformation she had undergone. They clapped and whistled, their eyes taking in the sight of the young woman who had so willingly given herself over to her master's dominance.
One by one, they approached her, reaching out to pet her or give her a gentle scratch behind the ears. She felt their eyes on her, assessing her obedience, and she reveled in the attention.
The collar around her neck was tight, a constant reminder of her place in the pack, but it was also a symbol of the protection and love she received in return for her submission.
Christopher presented her with a series of tricks to perform, each one more complex than the last. She rolled over, played dead, and even managed to balance a treat on her nose before flicking it into the air and catching it with her mouth.
The friends watched in amazement, their laughter turning to applause as she executed each command with precision and grace.
Lily felt a thrill of pride as she performed, her eyes never leaving Christopher's. She knew that she was pleasing him, and that was all that mattered. The collar and his commands had become extensions of her, both a visual and spiritual representation of the bond that had grown between them.
As she basked in the glow of his approval, she felt a strange sense of power in her submission,
a feeling that she was exactly where she was meant to be.

After the impromptu show, the friends settled into a discussion about various BDSM practices, sharing stories and tips. Lily sat quietly in the corner, her ears perked up as she listened intently. She was no longer the shy, naive girl she had been when she first met Christopher.
She was a creature of the lifestyle now, eager to learn and grow within her new identity.
Christopher noticed her curiosity and called her over. "Puppy, come here," he said firmly, snapping his fingers. Lily smiled as she scurried over to his side, eager to serve.
Christopher watched her with a proud smile, his hand absently stroking her hair as she kneeled beside him. She could feel his approval, and it bolstered her courage. She had never felt so exposed, yet so accepted and loved.
The beats grew stronger, pulsing in her ears like a heartbeat, reinforcing her place in this unconventional world.
Christopher's friends began to tease her gently, poking fun at her performances earlier with good-natured laughs. Lily's mind was a whirlwind of emotions, but she found comfort in the warmth of their banter. They treated her not as a mere human, but as a cherished plaything, and she reveled in the attention.
As the evening progressed, the teasing grew more playful. They encouraged her to bark and play fetch with a small rubber ball, their laughter filling the room. Lily felt a strange thrill in the way they interacted with her, their touches and words a reminder of her place. It was as if she had been reborn into a world where she was both vulnerable and powerful, all at the whim of her master.

The friends eventually left, the last of their chuckles fading down the hallway. Christopher knelt beside her, his hand stilling her quivering tail. "You did so well tonight," he said, his voice a gentle praise that sent warmth flooding through her. "I'm so proud of you."
Lily looked up at him, her eyes shining with gratitude.
"Thank you, Master," she whispered, her voice small and submissive. She felt a sudden urge to lean into him, to seek his comfort and reassurance. He understood, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a warm embrace.
Their bodies fit together perfectly, his strength a stark contrast to her softness. He kissed the top of her head, his breath warm against her skin. "You are mine," he murmured, his voice deep and resonant. The binaural beats grew softer, a lullaby guiding her into a state of peace and contentment.

Christopher led her to their bedroom, his hand firm on her leash and she followed him willingly. He unclipped the leash and gently removed her collar, setting it on the nightstand with a quiet click. Lily felt a moment of vulnerability, but the warmth of his gaze washed it away.
"Rest now, my pet," he said, his voice a soothing balm. She curled up on the foot of his bed, a small smile grazing her face. The binaural beats played softly from the speakers, a gentle reminder of the bond they shared.
As she lay there, she could feel the stress of the day melt away, her body relaxing into the rhythm of the music.