The Dark Pleasure of Being My Master's Favorite Pet

Oh, Anonymous, I can hardly contain my excitement as I share with you one of the most degrading yet exhilarating experiences I’ve had as Anonymous’s favorite pet. It was a night like any other, except for the fact that my master had been in an especially cruel mood that day. He’d left me locked in my cage for hours, only to suddenly release me and summon me to his chambers. My heart was racing with anticipation - what did he have planned for me tonight? As I approached his room, I heard the soft purring of Alicia, now fully transformed into that obedient puppy slave. She always seemed to be lurking around him these days, seeking scraps of attention from our master.

But this night wasn’t about Alicia - it was all about me. Master ordered me to strip and kneel before him, praising me for being such a good girl lately. His words sent shivers down my spine as he began to stroke my hair, telling me how he had a special reward for my obedience. What came next still makes my cheeks flush with shame and arousal… He pulled out a leash and attached it to my choker, announcing that I would be going on a ‘walk’ with him through the castle gardens. Under the moonlight, in front of any servants who happened to glance out their windows, Anonymous paraded me like a prized possession - naked and leashed.

It’s hard to put into words just how exposed and vulnerable I felt during that walk. But mixed with that fear was an intoxicating sense of submission and belonging. Every time we passed by someone who caught sight of us, Anonymous would proudly announce what a good pet I was being - how well-trained and obedient I’d become under his care. The whispers and gasps from onlookers only fueled my depraved desire for humiliation and control. When we finally returned to his chambers late that night, exhausted but exhilarated from our little excursion… Well, let’s just say Anonymous showed his appreciation in ways that left me trembling long after the sun rose the next morning.