Morgan, my wife, new something was up when I came home from work early.
"You're not supposed to be home for another three hours. What's going on?"
"I, uhm," I looked at the ground. "I, sort of, lost my job."
She looked at me for the longest time. This didn't present any financial problems. Her job paid better than mine did, and we could afford to live on her paycheck alone without making too many sacrifices.
"Oh. Alright," she said, still staring at me. "Well, I'm really tired. I think we should head to bed. It's already nine, and I have to be up at six tomorrow morning."
She started heading to the bedroom, and I followed her. I grabbed the fur coat off the bed, and put it on. Morgan had gotten into the habit of tying me up in her furs before bed. It started out as a tie up game a few years ago, and just stuck.
Standing there, wearing nothing put the fur coat, I said, "I hope you're not too upset."
"I'm not," she smiled as she grabbed the rope from the night stand. After putting thick woolen mittens on my hands, she bound my wrists behind my back.
After I was tied, she rubbed my back, running her fingers through the fur.
"I'll start looking for a new job tomorrow, don't worry."
She pushed me onto the bed. Morgan was always stronger than me. This could have been one of the reasons I've been being tied up every night for the last five years.
"Don't worry about it, hun," she said, smiling. She attached my legs to the steel shackles that were secured the bed, locking me down. After that, she tied a wool scarf around my head, both gagging me and blindfolding me. "These things have a way of working themselves out."
She shut off the light, and laid down in bed next to me, and fell asleep.
At six the next morning, her alarm woke both of us up. I waited for her to free me from my bonds, as she did every other morning, but only took the scarf off my head.
"Since you no longer have a job, I've thought of a new job for you. You are going to be my dog."
"Your dog?"
"Yep. my dog. I'll be bringing home some stuff tonight. You can call it whatever you want: slave, pet, toy... I will be referring to you as my dog, though. You're going to spend today just like this, and when I get home, we begin your training."
With that, she walked out of the room, and got ready for the day. She left for work, leaving me helpless and nearly naked on the bed.
When she arrived home, she was carrying several shopping bags.
"This is where you start becoming my dog," she said, dumping the bags out on the bed next to me. "Here we have a collar, a ball gag, handcuffs, leg shackles, a whip, and a crop. Mixed with all the other toys we already have, this should be enough to keep you humiliated for a long while."
"I suppose there's no way to back out of this, is there?" I asked, still face down on the bed.
"You love being tied up," she said, stroking the fur I was still wearing. "This is your dream."
She had a point there. Early in our relationship, I had suggested the idea of being her slave, but she turned it down. It seems her mind had changed.
"And the most important part," she grabbed the final, largest bag. "Your uniform."
She pulled out a brown and white fur suit. It was in the style of a dog.
"You're done wearing my furs. From now on, you'll be wearing this. Is that understood?"
"Mmhmm," I mumbled.
"You're lucky I'm even giving you permission to speak, dog, so how about I get a 'Yes, mistress' when I ask you a question."
"Yes, I'm sorry, mistress."
She unlocked my feet from the shackles, and untied my wrists. She took the fur off, leaving me standing in front of her completely naked. She handed me the fur suit, and I put it on. She zipped the back up. She had it custom made, so it was snug to my body. There was a hole in the groin area, allowing my privates to hang out. There was also a lock over the zipper, making sure I wouldn't be able to take it off without Morgan's help.
"Alright, get down on your knees, puppy."
I did as I was told, and got down on my hands and knees. She put the collar around my neck, and attached the leash.
"I did get a head piece, but I've decided to only use it when you need to be punished."
"Thank you, mistress."
She lead me out of the bedroom with the leash. She brought me out to the kitchen, where she strapped the ball gag in.
She knelt down and wrapped her arms around me, rubbing her arms up and down on the fur suit.
"Oh, I'm so happy this is happening. Oh, and just so you know, you may never leave this house again. You're gonna be my little dog until I say so, and that's not going to be for a very long time, baby."
She led me over to the kitchen table, where she forced me to sit in one of the chairs. She began to bind my ankles to the legs of the chair. She did the same thing just below my knees. She tightly bound my wrists to the back of the chair, and wrapped several coils of rope around my chest. She sat on my lap, facing me, and slapped me across the face.
"Just so you get the idea that you are nothing more than my pet, I'm going to leave you sitting here with the head piece on for the next four hours. And just so you don't feel too comfortable..." Saying that, she pulled my cock out of the whole, and let it rest against the fur.
She put the head piece on, and rubbed the fur on the head, and went into the living room to watch TV.
"And if I hear one peep out of you," she called from the living room, "you are so gonna regret it. I promise you that."
I was so interested in what she had in store in terms of punishments. Interested enough to find out...
To be continued.