Evan wasn’t entirely sure how it had come to this. One moment, they were watching a nature documentary about wolves; the next, Lucy was standing in front of him with a gleaming choke collar in her hand.
“Take off your clothes,” she said, her voice a mixture of mischief and authority.
“Seriously?” Evan asked, his voice tinged with nervous laughter.
Lucy’s grin widened. “Dogs don’t wear clothes, Evan. Now be a good boy and get ready.”
Evan’s heart skipped a beat. The look on her face—filled with excitement—made it impossible to refuse. He hesitated for only a moment before pulling off his shirt and jeans, leaving them in a pile on the floor. A faint blush crept up his neck as Lucy stepped forward and fastened the collar snugly around his neck.
“There we go,” she said, clipping a leash onto it. “Now, sit.”
Evan blinked at her, unsure whether to laugh or protest. But he could see how much she was enjoying herself, and against all logic, he found himself lowering onto all fours.
“Good boy,” Lucy cooed, scratching behind his ears. The affection in her voice was so genuine it almost made him forget how ridiculous he looked.
“Dogs don’t have opposable thumbs,” she said, her tone both matter-of-fact and mischievous as she held up the mittens.
“You can’t be serious,” Evan said, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips.
Lucy’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “I’m absolutely serious. Now, give me your hands, or should I say… paws?”
Despite himself, he extended his hands. She slid the mittens on and secured them with snug Velcro straps.
Naked except for the choke collar and paw mittens, Lucy led Evan by the leash to the living room, where she’d clearly planned everything in advance. A small bowl of dog treats sat on the coffee table, next to a squeaky toy and a rolled-up newspaper.
Evan raised an eyebrow. “You’ve really thought this through, haven’t you?”
“Shh. Dogs don’t talk,” Lucy replied, giving the leash a gentle tug. “Now, let’s start your training.”
“Training?” he muttered under his breath, but she ignored him, picking up the rolled-up newspaper.
“First command: sit.”
Evan groaned but obeyed, lowering himself onto his knees. Lucy clapped her hands like an excited coach.
“Good boy!” she said, tossing him a treat.
Evan caught it in his mouth, only to grimace at the bland, crunchy flavor. “Is this an actual dog biscuit?”
Lucy’s smile turned devilish. “Dogs don’t complain about their treats.” She reached for the newspaper and gave his thigh a light swat.
“Hey!” Evan yelped, his face heating up.
Lucy crossed her arms, looking down at him with apparent sternness. “Bad boy. Spitting out your treat is unacceptable.” Lucy tugged on the leash again, this time with more force, causing the prongs of the collar to bite into Evan’s neck. Evan tried to grab the collar, but his efforts were futile while wearing the paw mittens.
When Lucy released the tension on the collar, Evan reluctantly chewed and swallowed the biscuit. He couldn’t decide whether he was humiliated or oddly entertained by how serious she was about the whole act.
“Next,” Lucy announced, tossing the squeaky toy across the room, “fetch!”
Evan stared at her, silently daring her to drop the game.
She raised the newspaper again, tilting her head. “Do you need a little encouragement?”
Not wanting to revisit the discipline by the colar, Evan crawled across the floor, picked up the toy in his mouth, and returned it to her.
“Good boy!” Lucy said, rewarding him with another treat. This time, he ate it without protest.
The next part of the training involved a series of increasingly absurd tasks—rolling over, crawling in circles, and even “begging” for his treats.
As Lucy walked away to grab something from the kitchen, he couldn’t resist tugging on the leash, causing her to stumble slightly.
Lucy spun around, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, so we’re testing boundaries now?”
Evan smirked, feeling a flicker of rebellion. “Maybe.”
Lucy didn’t hesitate. She picked up the newspaper and swatted his bottom—not hard, but enough to make him freeze.
“Bad boy,” she said firmly, though her eyes sparkled with amusement.
Evan’s face burned with embarrassment, and he opened his mouth to protest, but Lucy knelt down, her expression softening.
“Dogs need to learn, Evan,” she said, scratching behind his ears. “It’s all part of the process.”
The final test came when Lucy led him outside. She gestured to the backyard.
“Go on, pup. Time to do your business.”
Evan froze, looking at her like she’d lost her mind. “You can’t be serious.”
Lucy crossed her arms, tapping the newspaper lightly against her palm. “Dogs don’t use the toilet, Evan.”
With a deep sigh, he trudged out to the yard, crouching behind a bush. He couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation.
Evan started to stand to pee and Lucy jerked him to the ground with a tug of the leach. “On all fours, and lift a leg like dogs do.”
Feeling an urgency to relieve himself, Evan did when he was told as Lucy stood over him grinning at the sight of a man debasing himself.
When he finished, Lucy led him back to the house and removed his leash and gloves.
“You’ve been such a good boy today.”
Over the next few days, Evan tried to process what had happened to him. I had mixed feeling. While humiliating, the game was kind of hot.
When the weekend arrived, and Lucy had a surprise in store for Evan. They were going to play the game again. Soon, Evan was naked in the middle of the living room, save the choke collar and paw mittens.
Then Lucy told him, in her most matter-of-fact tone, that they were having company over. The thought didn’t register at first, but when he heard the doorbell ring, a sinking feeling formed in his stomach.
The door swung open to reveal two women: Sarah and Megan, both of whom Evan had met on a few occasions. Sarah, with her short, spiky blonde hair and striking green eyes, was dressed in a casual yet chic outfit. Megan, tall and statuesque with long brunette hair and a playful smile, waved as she stepped inside. Both women exuded confidence, and both were equally unfazed by the peculiar situation that was unfolding.
“Hey, Lucy!” Megan greeted with an excited grin. “Where is your dog?”
“Right here,” Lucy called, pointing at Evan—still in his leash and collar—into the room. Evan started to stand up, blushing furiously while covering his genitals with his mittened hands. Lucy quickly grabbed his leash and forced him on all fours.
Sarah raised an eyebrow but then smiled knowingly. “Well, well, well. Looks like Lucy’s been doing some real training.”
Evan blinked, confused and horrified as Megan walked over to Evan and while scratching behind his ear said “I see. You’re one of us now. Welcome to the club.”
It was then that Evan realized the full extent of what was happening. Both Sarah and Megan were smiling wickedly as they held leashes attached to two other men. Josh, Sarah’s boyfriend, stood on all fours beside her, a ball gag in his mouth. Adam, Megan’s boyfriend, was similarly restrained, though a choke collar like Evan’s was clearly visible around his neck. Both men looked just as embarrassed—and just as intrigued—as Evan felt.
But there was one detail that stood out: all three of the men, Evan, Josh, and Adam, were wearing the same fingerless leather mittens, each pair snugly fitted to their hands. The mittens served a purpose—they made it impossible for the men to hold anything. In this state, they were effectively in bondage, unable to perform basic tasks or resist their girlfriends’ commands. A tug of the choke collar, and they were at the mercy of their dominant women.
Josh and Adam had arrived in sweatpants and T-shirts, looking as normal as could be, until Lucy, Sarah, and Megan decided it was time for the real fun to begin.
Without a word, Lucy gestured to Sarah and Megan, and they moved toward their boyfriends. Megan, with a mischievous grin, tugged Adam’s T-shirt over his head while Sarah did the same to Josh.
The girlfriends looked at each other with approval, then at their “pets,” who sat beside their owners, with heads bowed and expressions of resigned humiliation.
“Alright, boys,” Lucy said, her voice playful and firm, “time to show everyone how well-behaved you are.”
The men were made to crawl and obey every command. They fetched toys, sat on command, and performed tricks for their girlfriends and their friends. The women showered them with praise and treats, but always with a firm tug of the leash when the boys faltered. There was no escape—each of them had been trained to comply.
“Fetch the toy, Josh,” Sarah said, giving the leash a small tug.
Josh crawled to the toy and returned it to her mouth open, unable to hold it in his hands due to the leather mittens. He had no choice but to drop it at her feet.
“Good boy,” Sarah said with a smile.
Adam, still adjusting to his new role, looked at Megan with a mixture of confusion and intrigue as she held up a ball. “Fetch!” she commanded, and he crawled after it, his mittens preventing him from grasping it fully.
Evan, still in his leash and collar, watched the scene unfold with a mixture of embarrassment and amusement. He hadn’t realized the extent of the bond Lucy had formed with her friends—or how much they had all embraced this playful, submissive dynamic.
At one point Sarah said, “You know what dogs like to do? They like to smell other dog’s butts.” The three women laughed as Lucy tugged Evan’s leash and commanded that ne sniff Josh and Adam’s butts. Evan resisted, but the collar convinced him to he had no control, so he complied.
Crawling over to Adam, Evan pretended to sniff his butt. Lucy was unsatisfied with Evan’s performance, “Get your nose in his ass,” she commanded while pulling the collar to drag Evan’s face into Adam’s ass crack. The woman cackled while Evan degraded himself.
After an afternoon of amusing games and increasingly absurd tricks, evening approached, and the activities became more sexual. It started with the women forcing their pets to lick the woman’s hands and ended up with the three men performing cunnilingus while kneeling between the spread legs of their masters.
After hours of play, it was time to go. The three women agreed that they should get together again, and just like that, the “pet party” became an unspoken tradition for Lucy and her two friends—and of course their obedient pets.