Thread by @Trauma_Posting

Puppy goes home

#nsfwtwt #puppyplay #petplay

"Puppy, sit," the lady in the lab coat orders, pointing to a spot between two chairs. You've never been in this room before, but it is far more comfortably appointed than the harsh clinical rooms, or your cramped cage.

Despite the stressful novelty of the room, you take comfort in obeying the instruction. You shift from a crawl to kneeling on the ground. You can't imagine a life without someone to instruct you. All you need to do is what you're told. No worries or complex concerns in your-

silly little head.

"Good puppy," the familiar stern voice says. Her fingers ruffle through your hair, affirming what a good job you're doing. You can't help grinning and letting out a little contented squeak. Getting praised always makes your mind all fuzzy. It makes you-

desperate to do as you're told. It makes you all needy for attention. The fingers trailing down to scratch the back of your neck feel like electric. You miss out on the adorable blanked out expression on your face. You miss out on freedom and complex thoughts too, but who cares?

After a few moments, the door opens and the fingers in your hair pull away. For a moment, you notice the fact that you just started to drool slightly, but your attention is quickly pulled to a woman stepping in, your girlfriend, no, your *ex*-girlfriend.

You feel a flash of anger for just a moment, before it is suppressed by all the lovely lessons and conditioning you've been given.

A surge of guilt wells up. You can't believe you were possibly angry at your owner. She's beautiful, wonderful, and utterly perfect.

The best owner a weak little pet could hope for. You know in your mind, body, and heart that you are hers. She knows what is best. She owns you. She is the most important thing in your life. You are her pet.

The woman hesitates at the door, seeming almost skittish, before the-

lady in the lab coat beckons her to have a seat.

The pair speak for a while, but it's hard to follow what they're saying. Something about somebody forgetting who they are and being turned into an obedient puppy. You know it's nothing for you to be concerned with.

Eventually, after so, so long, the lady in the lab coat passes your leash over to your owner. You rush over to her seat, excitedly clinging to her leg and nuzzling your face into her. Her scent is utterly intoxicating. You're not sure how you lived without it.

An excited "good puppy!" dismisses any lingering thoughts in the back of your mind that you were a real person, and after you broke up with your owner she brought you here against your will, and that this place broke your mind until you became a weak willed pet.

All of that would be insane. Your owner couldn't possibly do something so mean. And you had always been a puppy. Sure a lot of the details don't make sense in your head, but as you've been constantly reminded that just proves that you are nothing but a puppy.

Soft fingers run through your hair as your owner continues to praise you. "Hey puppy, do you wanna go home now? I've got lots of treats for you because you've been such a brave pet." Somehow, her touch is even better than anyone else's. Soothing, yet also exciting.

You can only squeak and yip excitedly in affirmation. You continue to cling onto her leg as she tries to stand. It's just been so very long since you got to be this close to her.

"C'mon, puppy. Time for walkies. I promise I'll never ever send you away again.-

You're my perfect pet." Your owner gives your leash a tug. Reluctantly, you slink back down onto all fours. You know your owner knows best. You know good puppies do as they're told. And you are such a good puppy, aren't you?

Collars.