Obeying Sofia

I had grown used to the dynamic between my stepmother and my father since my mother had moved on when I was 16. My dad's slave-status meant that he could not simply be divorced, but instead had to be sold, and my mother had carefully picked a new owner for him through a series of interviews and even some psychological tests. I'd attended his collaring ceremony - it was a clothed event - but not the more private ceremonies they'd had to celebrate afterwards.

My mother explained that I had reached the age where I'd soon need a new kind of female guidance, and that she wasn't best placed to give it. She had left me in the care of a 32-year-old woman named Sofia, whose house rules meant my father and I only wore tight shorts around the apartment where we lived, in one of the 'family' zones of our planet-spanning nation. That meant it was somewhere that sex happened only in private, and public nudity, while allowed, could not include a wide range of things considered sex acts.

That was fine, as things went. I continued my studies, and while Sofia encouraged me to meet girls and boys my own age and explore things with them, I made little progress with that side of life. She told me to take things at my own pace, and confidently predicted that when I turned 18, things would be very different, and much better, for me. At her urging, I took one of those personality tests with full body scanning, and it told me my fetish quotient scores, but I decided not to let anyone else know them for the time being.

The first big change that happened when I turned 18 was that Sofia moved us immediately to an adults-only area of the planet. When we got to our new apartment, while the drones unpacked our crates, Sofia took me and my dad into the main bedroom, and I sat down on the bed there, while she and my father stood.

Sofia clicked her fingers and my dad pulled down his shorts to expose a chastity cage and a shock ring that nestled around his balls. Sofia pointed to the floor and he knelt, then she took out his wedding collar, the one he had only worn with her in private since their wedding, and locked it around his neck. He kissed her feet reverently.

"James, your father and I plan to live like this, all the time, now - he won't be wearing clothes anymore now you're 18, and I'll be much more open in the way I treat him as my property. You know, of course, that your father is legally my property, yes?" said Sofia.

I took a few moments to get over the shock of seeing my father act that way - he had always taken Sofia's lead and done what she'd said, but here in front of me was a man acting as a slave rather than as a sub-husband, and that was somehow different. Nonetheless, I accepted them for who they were - that was, after all, the guiding principle of our whole culture.

"I know that, Sofia, sure - I've known that since you had your wedding ceremony, and we talked about it a lot when my mum sold him to you and I came under your care. It's great that you two can live the way you want - though there are limits on what I want to see," I replied.

"Everything we do is completely natural and normal, but we hear you," said my dad.

"Are you going to start dating anyone now you're in an adults area? You could upload your fetish quotients to the net and an AI could match you up with someone - it would be so good for you," said Sofia.

"I dunno..." I said, then trailed off.

"No?"

"No."

"Well, plenty of time for that."

"Is that all?" I asked.

"No, James, not quite," said Sofia, "you know I run a female-led household and you've told me before that you're perfectly happy with me being in charge - you have your father's submissive genetics, as I'm certain you're aware."

"Yes..." I said, with a sinking feeling.

"I won't have a clothed male in my household, James, now you're 18."

"Right. But-"

"No ifs, no buts, take your shorts off and give them to me please."

"I don't know, Sofia, it's a bit much for me."

"It's perfectly natural for you to be naked in front of your superiors. Strip, immediately, please."

I knew it was natural but I could feel a hardon coming at the thought of being naked in front of a beautiful woman. Sofia smiled and nodded and made a motion at me: stand up and get them off. I thought quickly about my options: I could walk out of the apartment and submit a request for re-housing, but given I had always accepted Sofia as head of household, and given that the AI would want a good reason, I wasn't likely to get it. That meant I'd either have to walk the streets, go to some kind of hostel, or strip.

"You know, James, it's totally normal to be aroused by Sofia - she's not your mother, and as head of household she has a position of power that men like us respond naturally to. I can see you're getting hard, and that's OK - just take them off," said my dad.

With an enormous blush spreading across my face, I got up off the bed and put my fingers through my underwear. Sofia nodded and smiled, my father did the same, and I pulled down my shorts and stepped out of them. A semi-erection bounced around, and I was acutely conscious that my well-kept pubic hair was in stark contrast to my dad's smooth cock and balls. Sofia tossed my shorts into the recycler.

"Do you acknowledge me as head of household honey?" she asked me.

"I do," I replied evenly.

"Say it fully please."

"Sofia, I acknowledge you as head of household."

"That's great - give me your left wrist a moment please. OK, this just snaps on like this, and now you're tagged - the house sensors won't let you leave unless I authorise it, and I can track your location wherever you go, and call you on this if I need to. It's a big change entering the adults-only zones for the first time, and this just lets me know where you are and what you're doing. Now, why don't you go finish unpacking - but I want you to unpack your clothes into the lockable wardrobe next to the door. Good boy, off you go."

*****

Life settled into a rhythm of normality for a few days. I was allowed to leave the house a lot, and I went on a lot of long walks while Sofia and my dad played together in the apartment. I made some friends through a matching service, boys and girls, and we hung out together (I was clothed, they were mostly not).

As a few weeks passed, I got used to Sofia seeing me naked all the time, and my erections began to subside. She commented disapprovingly on my pubes, telling me that genetically submissive men like me usually shaved them off, and I'd be sending out mixed signals to anyone I met by having any kind of bush there, and would I consider getting rid of them?

My new friends agreed when I asked them - they were surprised I had pubes at all, as all the subs in the group were bare - and after I thought about it for a day I decided to try it. I went to Sofia and told her, and she hugged me tight then got straight on the net and booked us an appointment at a sub-salon for the same day.

When we arrived, I was ushered into a little white-tiled treatment room, windowless and private, with a calming spicy scent in the air. We were attended by a slavegirl in her twenties, nude except for a utility belt and a pair of slippers, and she took me by one arm while Sofia took me by another. Together they pushed me firmly into a metal frame that projected out from one wall, and when the frame's sensors found my hands, metal bars unfolded and then locked cuffs around my wrists.

"Frame: secure fully," said the slavegirl.

I yelped as the frame pulled me by the wrist back towards the wall. More metal arms unfolded and my ankles were shackled in place too, then a linking arm emerged and the ankle shackles were connected together. Another metal strap uncoiled around my waist, then a collar shot out and clamped itself around my neck; for completion, one more strap bound me beneath the shoulders, and two more cuffs attached themselves to my upper arms.

"Just one moment, my feed needs a new before pictures of him like this for my girlfriends to see," said Sofia.

"Sure thing, miss," said the slavegirl, and stood back.

Sofia snapped a few pictures of me from different angles, including some closeups of my cock and balls, and she reviewed them with a critical eye, then took a few more. I saw her holo display, and I cringed as I watched her upload them into her feed, and the reacts came in suspiciously fast, almost as if she had forewarned people to watch out for them.

"Ready, miss?" said the cute sub girl.

"I'm almost ready, slavegirl," replied Sofia, "but first, show me your pussy up close - I'll just bend down. So smooth, so bare! Tell me, do you have to have it treated often to keep it like that?"

"Thank you, miss. My owner-wife has had me permanently depilated - it's done through a combination of laser treatments and chemical application, with a final layer of self-renewing nanotech that penetrates the skin and prevents the formation of new follicles."

"Oh - how marvellous - and what a shame I only booked him in for temporary removal..."

"Let me just query the system, miss - one moment please - hmmm, it looks like we're not fully booked, so if we move my next appointment to someone else, I can spend the extra time with your property here and we can get him properly bare forever. It's your choice, miss."

"Good girl - do it."

"Please, Sofia-" I said.

"Silence."

"But, Sofia, please, I won't be able to choose later to grow it back."

"Be quiet, James. Slavegirl - can you spray him?"

"Sure thing - open wide!"

Before I knew what had happened, the slavegirl had reached into her belt, whipped out a spray, and shot three blasts of it into my open mouth. I breathed in before I realised my mistake, and the relaxing vapours penetrated my throat. I croaked out a few last pleas before my vocal cords relaxed completely, and then I closed my mouth in defeat.

"Do you want to keep any of his hairs, miss?" asked the slavegirl.

"What?" said Sofia, laughing.

"Some owners like to keep a little trophy, maybe put it in an album or frame it - I can snip off some of his pubes and then give them to you in a bag. It's just something some people like."

"Simply wonderful," purred Sofia, "they'll be framed above the mantelpiece by tomorrow afternoon."

"All right, last chance to stop - do you want me to proceed?"

"Do it. Proceed. I want him permanently hairless."

"Yes, miss."

"Good girl."

"Thank you very much, miss."

I watched as the cute girl snipped away some of my dark pubes then handed them to Sofia in a little plastic sealed bag. I would have yelped next, but with my vocal cords relaxed, I could only shake to show the pain as the laser hair remover bit into my sensitive skin and started to burn away my pubes.

Sofia kept on snapping pictures, and I kept on blushing. I knew in my heart that subs like me should be bare, but I hadn't been able to pluck up the courage to do it now that I had to live without clothes inside the house. It was totally normal for a domme like Sofia to have taken charge of the situation, and as my pubes burned away I breathed out a sigh of relief. I was going to look more like myself.

I had some time to think as my pubes were taken. I wanted to be a sub - a slave, at that - but I couldn't bring myself to tell anyone what I wanted. I still had the fetish test I'd taken a year or so before, and it was renowned for its extreme accuracy, given how many different kinds of sensors and penetrating questions it used. Could I let someone see it soon? I didn't know in that moment, but I liked picturing the world from the point of view that I wanted to see it from.

Pain from the procedure intensified and a few tears left my eyes. I looked down after half an hour and saw that all of the hair I could see was gone, though the slavegirl still worked beneath me with the laser. The smell of burning was whisked away by the room's air filters, but it lingered a little anyway, and my nostrils gradually filled with it.

It was the chemical application that hurt the most. When the slavegirl first slathered it on, I wanted to scream, and Sofia moved in close to me and started to stroke my body, up and down my torso, around my nipples, all over, to calm me down. Her touch was electrifying, far more sexual than I'd ever known from her before, and it took my mind to a very different place.

An hour later, we went home. I was semi-erect the whole way there, and Sofia led me naked on a long winding walk that exposed me to hundreds of passersby. Her hand rested on my butt cheek, guiding me along the pavement, and I sensed that she was quite excited to show me off. I felt it too, a buzz between us that electrified both our bodies.

When we got back to the apartment, my father was not there. Sofia took me straight to the couch, where she sat down, and then she snapped her fingers and pointed down to the floor. I dropped to my knees and my cock sprang up fully erect. Sofia smiled salaciously and licked her lips, then she slipped off her shoes and pointed her feet at me.

"Now you have a bare cock and balls like a proper sub, you can cum on my feet to say thank you. Begin!" she said, simply.

I mouthed "What about father?"

"Away, don't worry - we have all the time in the world," replied Sofia.

I nodded and took my dick in my hand. Sofia smiled down at me, and I kept shifting my gaze between her beautiful feet, curvy thighs, firm breasts and stunning face. She was actually everything I wanted in a mistress - older, powerful, experienced, self-assured and totally in control, and my dick pulsed with energy as I masturbated in front of her.

A few times I felt the strangeness of the situation. She was not my mother but she had cared for me alongside my father, and now she was sitting there like she owned me - and of course legally she did control me as head of household, though I wasn't technically her property, even if she called me that. Nonetheless, I wanked away over her perfect feet, and she cooed and spoke her encouragement and passion.

It didn't take me long to cum, which flew out in thick jets over her feet and toes and spattered there in several long lines. Sofia egged me on to keep wanking through as much climax as she could get, then she bent down and pushed my face towards her feet. The message was clear, but she spoke to reinforce it.

"Clean me up like a good boy would," she said.

I nodded. I didn't hugely like the taste of cum in my mouth, but I was kneeling in front of a woman who had permanently taken my pubes, and I was in a very submissive frame of mind as a result. I licked and sucked the cum off her slender feet until her skin was perfectly clean, while I shuddered with the sheer submissive energy of the act and she made little noises of pleasure.

"How is the pain from the procedure, James?" she asked when her feet were spotless.

"Still quite bad," I croaked: my vocal cords had started to come back to life.

"Go and get a glass of water, then come back here - I'll give you a pill."

Ten minutes later, I passed out into a deep unconsciousness on the sofa, as Sofia stroked my head to calm me. Thus ended one chapter of my life, and started the next.

******

I awoke the next day, lying on my side, feeling deeply rested. I stretched my body out and immediately felt something was wrong: I could not move my knees past a certain point to straighten my legs. There was something attached to my knee-joint, but when I went to try and take it off, I found my hands were wrapped inside some kind of spongy mitts.

Oh shit, I thought. I knew what had happened but could barely believe it. I opened my eyes and found myself inside a large cage, two metres long, one wide and one high, which was located against one wall in Sofia's bedroom. I shuffled around and discovered that the cage was firmly locked and quite unyielding, which meant I was trapped there until someone let me out.

I tried to yell but a metal collar around my neck shocked me into silence. I tried it again, a lower voice, and could not even begin to form words before another shock hit me and took my breath away. I took a breath and took stock. I was not quite naked: I wore a thick leather harness that looped beneath my crotch and over my shoulders, and - oh shit - I was also locked in a chastity cage.

Sofia, I realised, had either enslaved me or sold me into slavery. The pill she had given me had been some kind of sedative, which had allowed her to do this to me, and that meant that unless she was willing to risk a really serious criminal offence, she must have had AI approval to have me enslaved.

I had ceased to be a legal person and had become a piece of property instead. I still had certain rights, I knew from my classes in slavery studies, but my life choices, even my vote in elections, were now exercised by another. I knelt up in the cage, my head nearly touching the bars that formed its ceiling, and noticed a strange feeling behind me.

When I looked back over my shoulder, I saw a realistically fleshy tail had been placed at the base of my spine, which matched my skin colour perfectly. It was gyrating around, probably in response to my emotional state, which it would read through sensors in its base, a lump of flesh that was bonded to me, removable at the will of my owner.

I had no more time for thought: Sofia strode in. I covered my dick with my mitts, and tried once again to speak, and once more got a shock from the collar around my throat. Sofia sat down on the bed and smiled down at me with a look of total triumph in her eyes. I looked up at her and our gazes met, and I knew in that moment she owned me.

"Hi puppy!" she squeaked. "I had you enslaved by the AI yesterday afternoon - your little jerkoff session onto my feet was the last submissive act that sealed the deal, and I made a complicated but convincing case that you needed an owner like me who you could already trust to really bring you out of your shell.

"I'm not sure if you ever realised this, but as head of household I always had access to your medical and psychological records. Your fetish test was sent to me the same day you did it - so I've always known you wanted to be a pet-slave, a gorgeous bound puppy who lives on a leash. I love puppy slaves - your father was one for me occasionally, like when we went on those holidays you couldn't come on - but I wanted a younger one, more malleable. I wanted you.

"In case you're wondering, your father won't be joining us. I have loved him very strongly for our time together, but yesterday I sold him to a lovely finishing school for dominant girls to become one of their new training ponies - he's already in bit and bridle and on the livestock register, and I read in his slave-file that they've renamed him Pomegranate and branded it into his thigh. It was always a fantasy of his, you see, so I took a decision and made it a reality. In a few years he might cycle back into being a human again.

"Oh, and of course I've registered you as a human-animal too. That means you can live permanently as my pet if I so choose and there's nothing you can do about it. I'm thinking right now that you really need to explore this deeply, so you'll be in mitts and harness for at least six months without release.

"OK, puppy, a few more things. Bad boy!"

I yelped and then collapsed as an electric shock hit my balls and knocked the breath out of my lungs. I looked up at Sofia, who gazed down at me with fire in her eyes.

"When I say that phrase your ball shockers will activate. The level of pain is modulated to the volume of my voice, and you will want to avoid making me shout it if you prefer your testicles unfried. Testicles, by the way, which are now my property - as is the rest of you. You behave well, I say good boy, and you will find a pulse of pleasure will be felt in your body, from the electronics in the tail that's bonded to the small of your back. Good boy - see how nice that is.

"Well, this is your life now, puppy. Right, what haven't we covered? Oh, I know - your voice. You can beg, bark, whimper and whine like a puppy, but you can't speak words anymore because puppies do not talk. And remember, you are both legally and practically a pet. You now depend on your mistress, your master, your mommy, for everything.

"All right, puppy, one last thing: your name. It's on a tag around your collar but you can't see that, so I have to tell it to you. I wanted something cute, something that really shows off your status in the relationship, something that will speak to the puppy in you and really bring it out. You have a full-length name and a short name. Fully, your name is Peaches and Cream Sweetness Little Puppyboi Darling, but I'll probably just call you Peaches, or maybe Cream, or maybe Peaches and Cream, day to day.

"Are you ready to come out of the cage and be a good puppy now, Peaches? Bark once for yes."

I yipped experimentally and Sofia said "Good boy", which gave me a rush of pleasure, then she unlocked the cage and immediately leashed me with a long chain. I followed her into the bathroom and she showed me to the new corner toilet that the apartment's smart-materials had constructed - it was essentially a large hole, designed to be used by someone on all-fours.

"Pee time, puppy," said Sofia.

I really needed to go, so I crawled to the toilet, then at Sofia's instruction I cocked a leg and aimed my caged dick towards the wide toilet bowl. With her holding my leash, I willed myself to pee, and a thick stream soon emerged from my penis while Sofia watched and gave me encouragement. I blushed hard, but I really had to go, and so this was the only way.

"Good boy!" Sofia said a minute later.

She led me out by the leash into the main apartment and we went over to the kitchenette. There she filled a bowl with savoury human pet food and placed it down on the floor in front of me. With her still holding my leash, I ate up every morsel of the crunchy food, then she made me lick the bowl clean and gave me another rush of pleasure by saying 'good boy'. She gave me an isotonic drink by squeezing the bottle into my mouth, then she snapped her fingers for my attention, and I gazed up at her with a little fear and a rising tide of lust.

"All right, puppy, now we're going to film a message for your public feeds-" I cringed and whined - "yes we are. Hmmm... Bad boy! Yes, well you see now what happens to boys who are bad. Now, where's that red silk kimono - ah here it is. I'll just put the camera on the floor, then aim it like so - now you kneel with your legs open in front of the armchair, paws up, and I'll talk to the camera. Good boy."

I had no choice but to go along with it. I was positioned so that Sofia's holocamera could film me and create a 3D image of me being held on a leash by her in my full pet regalia. Sofia fussed around with the camera angle a bit, then she seated herself behind me, pulled the leash tight, and started the video.

"Good morning, friends of the slaveboy known formerly as James. Before you sits my new puppy slave Peaches and Cream Sweetness Little Puppyboi Darling, or Peaches and Cream to his friends, who will live at least the next six months as my faithful permanent pet-slave. He is now an AI-approved human-animal, shorn of most rights and abilities possessed by human persons.

"Cream and I will be very, ecstatically, happy together once his remaining link to his humanity is broken through careful training and discipline. I'll be posting all the funniest and hottest videos and pics of Peaches to his feed, and you can keep up with our antics - you can even visit and play too, if you'd like.

"We'll send more info later, but right now, Peaches needs to learn who has the biggest dick in this house."

Sofia leapt up off the armchair and dragged me after her, back into the main bedroom. She pointed to the bed and ordered me up, and I negotiated the climb with a little help from her: she shoved my bottom up onto the bedclothes as my legs scrambled beneath me. How quickly I'd come to think of my arms as my legs - I think it was being on all-fours with my hands locked away in mitts - the mind followed the form of the body.

"Roll onto your back, puppy. Knees spread wide apart, good boy. Now, stay!" said Sofia, simply.

In that position I had to hold up my front paws next to my nipples, and I watched with wide eyes as Sofia disrobed and started to walk around the bedroom naked. My dick wanted out of its cage, and it thrashed around as Sofia showed off her shapely bottom, ample thighs and juicy breasts. This, I realised, was how people were going to look at me now: as a cock-locked human pet under complete control.

I explored how I felt about that as I watched Sofia don the strapon and lube it up. I was a registered submissive and she was my head of household: I had no rights now she had exercised her prerogative to enslave me, and so I knew I had to get OK with it, or else try to get so unhappy that I would be subject to a release clause. The bed groaned when Sofia got onto it, and I watched her strapon bobbing around, and began to salivate at the sight.

"Do you want to be released from your cock cage, little puppy?" said Sofia.

I whined and nodded.

"Tough nuts, Peaches and Cream, not today - but sooner or later you'll become able to cum inside a cage, anyway. Your puppy dick stays locked until the first time that happens, then for two more weeks after. I own it, I control it, and even if you could talk you'd have no say in the matter. All right? OK. Let's get you warmed up so Mistress Mommy can fuck you properly."

She started by tickling my belly and I got a few warning shocks from my collar when I tried to squeal: that noise was too human. Sofia kept her fingers moving and I whined my appreciation, then yipped to let all the sensations escape from my body out into the air. Everything felt so incredibly intense, like my skin was a tingling fire, shimmering with heat and sparking every time Sofia ran her fingernails across my skin.

Next her fingers ran up and down my thighs, her nails skittering along the smooth flesh, and she kept repeating that motion while I wriggled and rolled side to side. I yipped and yapped and she dug her nails in that bit harder, and that made my brain fizz and my cock try again to dance out of the cage that held it.

Sofia moved up the bed and straddled my chest. She guided my mitted paws to one each of her breasts, and even though I couldn't feel things clearly through the leather, I felt the general shape, the way her tits bounced and squished, and I felt myself getting more and more turned on. She laughed, good-heartedly, at the sight of me enjoying her, then she pulled my paws away.

My new master leaned over and offered her right nipple for me to suck. I took it hungrily, all thoughts of her being my stepmother gone for the moment, and then I started to lick and suck as Sofia gasped. She pressed herself down into my mouth and I lapped eagerly at the flesh of her juicy breast, a fantasy come true. I whined when she withdrew, but was rewarded a moment later with the other breast in my mouth.

"Oh good boy, good puppy, that's how it's done, don't hold back on me, take it all in and really let my nipple know how much you love it. Good dog. You were meant for this, puppy, your mouth can do everything I need it to, those mitts are so staying on. Good goddess you must have been hungry for this, puppy."

It felt right somehow every time she called me 'puppy', it confirmed in me a long-held suspicion that I was part-human, part-animal. The revelation was really that I could be Sofia's animal, which I'd hardly dared consider - the pet of a powerful woman in her prime, her sole companion, the focus of her days.

Sofia's tit left my mouth and she moved back down the bed. She re-lubed the strapon, then she gently parted my legs and lined up the cock. She said nothing, just smiled with great radiance, then she started to push the thin strapon against my arsehole and I realised my virginity was about to disappear. Good riddance to it, I thought, then my mind went blank and I felt a rush of blood to my head that threatened to overwhelm me.

I gasped down a ragged breath as Sofia's strapon entered me, and a few tears left my eyes to help me expel the sheer intensity of the experience. My arsehole opened up to the strapon and Sofia pushed it all the way inside, then she drew it back out a little way, and slid inside me all the way again. I whined and yipped and she giggled at the sight of me trying to deal with the feelings.

I shook my head around to try and get rid of the fizzing sensation that had taken hold in my brain, but nothing would dislodge it. Somewhere between pleasure and pain, at peak sensation, total feeling, I writed around on the bed while Sofia fucked me, licking her lips at the sight of me. She wore a stim-strapon, quite capable of making her cum, and I wondered how long it would take.

"Who's your master?" she said.

I yipped and gestured at her with my paws.

"Good boy! Who's your master?"

I gave the same response, which continued to delight her.

"Whose dick is bigger?"

I blushed but yipped and gestured.

"Good boy - you have a cute puppy dick, you know, nice and fat, and your juicy round balls are pitch perfect, I won't need to modify them at all, though I could if I wanted, I do own them. Mmmm... the stim-strapon is giving me all the sensations of fucking a tight virgin arse - goddess, I love this. I'll have to get you periodically re-tightened."

She moved with grace as she took me, and I gazed up at her with wide eyes, in awe of her power and her presence. That turned her on even more, and a little later her breath started to go deeper and deeper, her little mewls of pleasure suddenly louder, bouncing off the hard walls of the room and embedding themselves in my ears. She flung her head side to side, then yelled out.

"Oh, oh goddess, oh goddess, oh! Oh puppy! Good boy, good boy, good boy. Fuck back a little more, give master some more climax. Good boy! Oh fuck yes, you're so incredibly fuckable. I tell you what - oh, wow - if you can speak the words 'let me cum please master' to me, I'll take off this cage. Try it."

The control collar fired up and shocked my voice to silence as soon as I tried to make the first syllable, and Sofia gasped with pleasure. I tried again, another shock, another gasp from her, then a final time, before I yipped and whined my defeat.

"Puppies don't talk, bitch. I gave you a voice that suits you better. Oh, wow, puppy, that was great - let's cuddle a while..."

She left the strapon inside me and collapsed down onto my chest. Her hands held me behind my shoulders and my mitts wrapped around her neck, and we lay together like that while our hearts calmed down and our skin lost its rosy glow. Sofia stroked my face, then my chest, then all up and down my body, and we lay like that until I felt utterly connected with her, at one, held by her in my heart as well as in the flesh.

"Shower time now, puppy, then we're going for a walk..."

My new master washed me down with her able hands, and she made sure to clean up every inch of me so that I would be spotless when we went back outside. The harness I wore stayed on for the shower, and Sofia washed beneath it, then dried me well. I had enjoyed the sight as I knelt in front of her in the shower, my eyes level with her hairy pussy and her arse, and I felt a little sad when we were dry.

She dressed in a short plaid skirt with red frilly knickers beneath it; on top she wore a tight black vest that made her tits really stand out. She picked up a shoulder bag and attached a long leash to my collar, then with the leash wrapped over her wrist, she checked all my kneepads and mitts for tightness to make sure I wouldn't be injured crawling after her. When she was satisfied, she had me kneel next to the apartment door.

"Nervous, puppy? Don't be, millions of boys live as pets some or all of the time, it's very common. I hope you're especially excited for everyone to see your cock is all scrunched up and owned - I know I am - and that your tail wags whenever you look at my fine juicy bottom. Yep, I noticed - and I love it, good boy. I'll let you lick and kiss it when we get to the petpark, puppy, don't you worry about it.

"It's a twenty-minute walk usually, to the one I want to go to, but you'll need longer until you've gotten used to your new configuration. Don't rush, remember to breathe, and stay close by my side. My pet will learn to walk to heel, yes? Good. You're a human animal now, come show the world what you're made of."

We rode down in the lift with Ms. Steel from the end of the corridor. She was in her sixties, plump with long grey hair, and that day she had her 20-year-old slaveboy with her, which likely meant her slave-husband was out at work earning social credits for Ms. Steel to spend. She complimented Sofia on her new pet, and I had to yip and yap my thanks to Ms. Steel as she beamed down at me.

"So nice to see boys that age get locked up properly, their stiffies always scream 'control me', to me anyway," said Ms. Steel by way of conversation.

"Waggle your locked up dick now, Peaches and Cream. No? Bad boy-" I yelped as my balls were electrified. "Waggle. Good boy, that's my good puppy. Yes, I quite agree - boys must be locked - I wish they'd make it a law," said Sofia.

"Maybe we can get another referendum in a year - I watch politics closely and things are certainly tending that way..."

"Let me know if you want to start a petition."

"I will. Tata for now, dear. And puppy - be good," said Ms. Steel as we all emerged out of the foyer.

I had little mind for how many people could see me - though it was many - as I crawled next to Sofia on the leash. I had to concentrate just to stay to heel, and Sofia thought nothing of shocking my balls whenever I got out of step with her. I could tell that she was truly serious about training me into her pet, and that as the owner of both my balls and my mind, she meant to use the former to shape the latter. A dull ache grew after each shock, and I started to learn the association of pain with any disobedience whatsoever.

Sofia walked slowly. Her boots had flat soles, which landed with little noise on the hard pavement, and I watched them closely to figure out the pattern of Sofia's strides. That let me time my limbs to keep pace with her, and she rewarded me by scratching me behind the ears and ruffling my hair. I loved the way her hands felt against my skin, and that made me want to keep pace with her perfectly.

"You're a natural, Peaches and Cream," said Sofia fifteen minutes into our walk, "you weren't meant for a human existence."

I looked up at her towering above me and knew it was her choice regardless - some women puppified slaves to humble them, some to amuse themselves, and some because their slaves were natural pets and they were natural trainers. I thought Sofia and I were in that last category - a master and her pet, naturally paired - and again my cock pulsed at the notion of her owning me forever.

When we arrived at the petpark, we entered a gatehouse and I was scanned and photographed to register my arrival and enable the park's tracking sensors to keep pace. Sofia asked for a camera drone to follow us, on a permission-only feed, and she spent a few moments issuing invites to people who she thought might want to see.

"Was Miss Parsons the teacher you had a crush on a year back?" said Sofia. "One yip for yes, two for no."

I yipped once, remembering the lithe redhead.

"She just tuned into the camera drone feed. She said to tell you 'good boy'. Oh, and another former teacher, and some classmates - and one of your little friendship group here - and my sister. Good, that's plenty to be getting on with. OK, Peaches and Cream, we'll go to one of the big fields and start with fetch."

Doubtless some laughed and some tuned out as I ran back and forth on all-fours to fetch the bright red throw toy that Sofia launched off in different directions. Sofia told me that my former teacher Miss Parsons had sent a message asking for a closeup of my nametag, and then that Miss Parsons had said she'd had a spectacular orgasm at the thought of me living on all-fours, horniness contained in the bouncing cage around my balls. Sofia invited her to visit.

I ran back and forth, gaining speed as I learned how to push-run off the ground with my hindlegs to use their muscles for extra force. Sofia clapped and praised me, and she told me my balls looked especially good that way, shiny and smooth, moving side to side a little as I ran after the toy.

Every time I got back to Sofia, she had me present to her, kneeling on my hind legs with my knees spread wide, and then I had to drop the toy into her hands before I bent and kissed both her boots. I learned that her boots tasted good to my tongue, and that bending down to kiss them thrilled me and humbled me in equal measure. She was so powerful that pleasing her by kissing her boots came naturally to me, and she cooed at my display of subjection.

"Your viewers want to see you roll over - show us lots of scrunched up puppy dick as you roll, Peaches and Cream. Good boy, that's it!" ordered Sofia.

I threw myself into the movements. Sofia had me in the pet-zone, where my mind responded to my body and her words as a pet's would. She held me there by keeping the orders flowing: how to roll, when to come up back onto my hands and knees, when to yip as I rolled. I responded with all the automatic obedience my emerging pet-self could muster, and Sofia's squeals of delight warmed me in a way I'd never experienced before, as my limbs and my core felt hot and limber, glowing and full of passion.

I had a lot of energy, and Sofia used that to her advantage. She got me taking up different display positions, one after the other in a random order, to teach me how to move with grace between each one. One moment I was kneeling up with my paws in begging position, the next I had my face flat to the ground with my arse thrust up at my master, then the next moment still I was splayed on my back, totally exposed and writhing around to keep the eyes of any observers drawn to my lithe slave body.

She taught me how to beg and really mean it, and told me that two viewers said they came the moment it clicked in my eyes that Sofia controlled everything for me now, and that I really truly did have to beg. I looked up at her and my mind said 'master' to me, and it became one bit clearer that she had me, owned me, controlled me, and was right to do so.

My shyness was annihilated underneath the noonday sun, in that petpark, with Sofia calling the shots and my body following milliseconds later. I could see dozens, perhaps even a hundred, men in harnesses, on all-fours, barking and yapping, their female masters treating them like the pets that they were. I was home, I was Sofia's, and I was a puppy.

"Good boy," said Sofia, then she led us to a bench and sat down, "now lick the mud from around my boots like the good puppy you are."

It didn't taste good in my mouth, but my master wanted her boots licked, so I would take the mud from the sides and soles, and I would remember whose pet I was. She allowed me to spit out what mud I could, but some went down my throat, and I became an animal who would eat dirt when told to. It never even crossed my mind to disobey her, and my cock ached to be free of its cage as my tongue worked on those shiny black boots.

We went for a long, winding lap of the petpark after that, and Sofia often stopped with me in a display position to chat to other dommes in the park. She made polite conversation with a few, and had me watch their highly-trained pets do all kinds of trips, even forward rolls and something like a flip, and I boggled at the displays of speed, agility and skill that these older men had. Sofia assured me that one day I too would be that good, and I felt suddenly quite certain that she meant to keep me that way, most of the time, forever.

After an hour of walking me to heel, we met a middle-aged woman with wavy hair that was half blonde, half silver. Her breasts bulged out from a tight black corset, and she wore a long leather skirt and black boots. From her left hand dangled the long chain leash of a pet-male about her own age, and from her right, the leash of a boy of 18 or 19, who seemed much less sure of himself as a puppy-slave than the older male.

"Peaches, display. Good boy," said Sofia.

I snapped into the basic display position, with my knees spread and my front paws next to my nipples, and the middle-aged woman cooed over my eagerness to show myself off. She snapped her fingers and the older boy copied me, which pleased Sofia a lot, but then the younger male refused to follow the order and had to have his balls shocked good and hard before he would copy our poses.

"Sorry about that, my nephew here is a non-con and he's still learning that males are inferior beings, though as a genetic sub he knows that deep down. I'm Miriam, by the way," said the woman.

"Sofia, pleased to meet you - and this is Peaches and Cream, formerly my stepson."

"What a good boy he is - he could give my nephew a few tips on how to behave, though of course I'm quite happy having that job for myself."

"A non-consensual, then? How did that come about?" said Sofia.

"Well my sister is one of those strange dommes who left to live in an equality society, to see if she could bring anyone round to the right way of living, you know, and she took her husband-slave out there with her. They raised a lovely girl and this defiant boy, and when he turned 18 my sister simply insisted and insisted that he visit her homeland to get to know it.

"We brought him in on a tourist visa, free-male, full rights, but he never realised I could use his proven submissive genetics to have him enslaved. Silly boy barely did his homework. He was raised to believe in matriarchy, of course, but I'm told he often misbehaved and emulated the equality ways of his friends.

"Well his mother wasn't having that, of course, so she convinced him he needed to take a first-hand look at what he was rejecting. He reluctantly agreed, and when he scorned what he saw, I drugged him and he woke up a pet-slave. All legal and above board, naturally, so now he's learning what it means to be a slave and how it calls to him from deep in his DNA."

"My boy's not so different, but he's not got any equality nonsense in his head to get rid of - he was my stepson, then I sold his father and enslaved him instead. So far he's been so good for his new master!"

"And so he should! Sebastian, you could learn from this boy and be more like him. Are you a slave, Sebastian?"

The young man barked feebly.

"Louder!" said Miriam.

Sebastian gave it a bit more.

"Good boy, good boy. Sorry, Sofia, nice to meet you, but I must dash, I'm meeting some lovely ladies from the local university who might want to buy the boy, and I don't want to be late."

"Good luck," said Sofia, a little awestruck by the booming woman. She looked down at me, "You know, Peaches, I always find it so moving when a family lovingly enslaves a freshly grownup male, it really reminds you that love and possession go hand in hand. Come, puppy, let's go play some more."

I think we got home early evening. My whole body sang a song of aches and pains, and Sofia could tell that I was utterly exhausted; when we got inside the apartment, she had me lay down on a soft rug in the open plan living area, then she began to massage my limbs. Her hands made the aches and the tension just melt away, and she knew exactly where to press and to knead, in a way that made it obvious that she'd done it before.

I closed my eyes as she relaxed my stiff limbs. She said nothing, just rubbed and coaxed life into my weary body, and I trusted her to take care of me. All day I had had to trust her to guide me, train me, shape me and manage me, but in the apartment, I didn't need to think about it. I just trusted her warm touch, and her caring fingers, and let them relax me until I fell into a doze.

When I awoke, it was night-time already. Sofia sat on an armchair nearby, watching a holo-screen that displayed an old Earth arthouse film about samurai that I thought I had seen her watch before. I looked at the screen with interest, until Sofia clicked her fingers at me and I had to sit in display position in front of her.

"You need to eat, then use the bathroom, then I'm caging you for the night, and you'll be given some special earbuds and a blindfold to wear. Let's get you some food first. Come on, good boy, follow mistress now."

Being locked in a cage is such a common male experience in my world, but I'd never really given it much thought before. Sofia started the process on the bedroom floor, where she inserted an expandable buttplug into my arse and had it grow inside me to the point where it was starting to stretch me just a little, and made me feel full, complete somehow, and very owned.

"Show me your right ear, that's it, hold still now, here comes the earbud. Now the left one. All right, puppy, crawl into your cage now so I can lock you in for the night. Good boy, good boy, that's it, you're my pet and you sleep in my cage, that's right. OK, and now the locks click shut and you're in. Excellent. Earbuds: begin the conditioning sequence. Goodnight puppy!"

"You are a puppy," whispered a strange voice in the earbuds, then a burst of static, "you are a pet-slave, a human-animal, no longer a person, no longer free. You are a puppy. You are a pet. You live on all-fours. You are a puppy. You are a slave. You obey your master in all things. You are a puppy..."

Bursts of static interspersed the words, and I felt something strange happen. Inside my mind, I began to fervently repeat the words during the bursts of static, as something in those moments of noise compelled me to believe what I was hearing. Sofia really did own my mind, and she meant to use brainwashing techniques to make me fully and completely her pet, as was her right.

I thought about my father, harnessed in a stable somewhere becoming a pony-slave, and I thought about Sebastian who we met in the park, who might already be the permanent property of two university students who would see it as their absolute right to own him. I soon lost the ability to even picture anyone else as the brainwashing routine took hold, and I fell asleep, diving into a vast sea of words that told me, undeniably, that I was a puppy and a slave, and that was my natural state.

I awoke the next morning and felt my body flex against the restraint harness that stopped my limbs from being able to make me stand. I felt the collar around my neck that blocked my human voice, and the cage around my cock that let my master Sofia control my urges and govern my pleasure. I felt the nametag on my collar slide as I shifted on the cage-bed, and I remembered that name, Peaches and Cream.

I was the puppy-slave of my master Sofia, and from then on, I aspired to be nothing but her good boy.