A little story about my puppy girl learning some new tricks!

Trinket was the best puppy-girl she knew, she always had been. All through her training with the FBP they always made it a point to tell other pups to behave and act like her, billing her as a shining example of a pup proud to live the worry free life that being a pet privileged her with. But even old dogs needed to learn new tricks now and then, which is why when her master had suggested that she return to a training facility for a few weeks for some specialty training and some gear changes to please some of his new fetishes she was happy to comply. She loved her master, he was her everything, and in the few years they had spent together as owner and pup she had never once doubted his judgment. That was why she had signed the lifetime contact and allowed herself to be permanently collared after all, she trusted him. 

She never fought with the trainers that directed her, following their every instruction to the T and almost absentmindedly trusting the system that had ruined the lives of so many before her, she didn't care, she had found her master and that was enough for her. Even in her time serving him, she had spent a decent amount of time working with the FBP in promotional material to maintain the checks they sent her master to help care for her, affording her all the squeaky little toys a little pup like her could want to fill the cage like lockable pet playroom she spent most of her time in. The same was true now, even as the gruff trainers led her down the long hallway toward the experimental wing of the building, she followed at their heel with an altruistic assumption she was on her way to help her robo pawed friends learn some new tricks along with her. 

She knew the FBP did bad things, especially down in the experimental wing where they had taken her, hell she had even no doubt aided in a good deal of the FBP's wrongdoing by allowing them to use her image for their propaganda. Despite it all, she trusted that she now belonged to her master, and that nothing that was going to happen to her would be without his explicit permission. She still had no idea how her master intended to change her image for his personal satisfaction or how far he was willing to go to do so, but at least it was at his discretion and not some secret board of directors above her that she had no influence in. The placard on the door they pulled her into still made her swallow hard, emblazoned, with the words 'long term pet services', unknowingly one of the only pets unfortunate enough to pass through those doors who had done so without being dragged kicking and screaming.

Nonetheless, the trainers in the experimental wing handled her as if she were any other disobedient pet, manhandling her into a set of rubber band restraints the moment they dumped her onto the cold stainless steel veterinary table to completely restrict her movement to an animalistic crawl on her elbows and knees. She knew what came after restraints like these, this wasn't the first time she had been bitchsuited. She continued to be compliant as they shoved her quivering frame into a humiliating doggy printed bitch suit, much tighter than any of the others she had worn for short periods if her master didn't want her going anywhere. With an easy lift, they pulled the thick silicon pads at the end of each of her now completely restrained limbs into place and smoothed the rigid suit tight over her skin like a glove, sealing the thing glove tight and leaving only her dripping puppy parts exposed to the air.

She shivers as they stabilize her on all fours, wondering how long she would be trapped in the infuriatingly arousing state of deprivation the suit forced upon her. Swallowing hard, she is caught off guard by the full face mask that is pull over her face, the second and only other hole in the overly sexualized puppy costume created by the open rubber ring gag that now forced her mouth open. The darkness behind the blindfold-like mask was somewhat startling behind the mask, accompanied by the farther limited hearing she could do through the thick cloth, making her completely helpless and only able to rely on a slight sense of smell and limited perception radius. Drool spilled from her mouth and onto the stainless steel table as the secured the whole suit with some unseen force, sealing her in a prison of her own compliance as she willed herself to remember that this was what her master wanted for her. 

What she could have never perceived, was how easily she could be manipulated now, and as the new highly restricting posture collar her master had orders for her was secured around her neck, she struggled to even perceive words as her two exposed holes begged to be used for their newfound purpose. The way they picked her up and carried her made her feel weightless and helpless in the best possible way, and she blushed beneath the mask as she found herself fantasizing about her master using his new pet in the most utterly dehumanizing ways. Still not truly believing her master has gone to the lengths of permanently bitchsuiting her, she is surprised to find that there is seemingly no zipper down the back of the costume like normal and that the oddly sticky nature of the inside gripped her skin tightly. For her as someone who fantasized about bondage often, she couldn't have been more aroused by lack of knowledge she had on when she would be free, she reveled in the lack of decision she had in the matter.

Nonetheless the needy nature the suit forced upon her fit her personality more than she initially thought, and she lusted to be reunited with her master as they forced further changes upon her with her new containment, complete with a new type of kennel they used to store and completely immobilize her when she wasn't being trained now. It was all so deliciously terrifying, the new storage container basically just a tight box they could completely seal her in by securing her in place with a set of straps and a massive new toy that trained her puppy parts with their new training programs. The voice of her petsitter referred to her as a new nickname among the praise and discipline it gave her from the shock collar and vibrating nipple pads, 'Toy', a word that more accurately depicted her new position as something more akin to an object to be played with and stored away after use instead of the full blown pet she had been for close to half a decade now. She didn't care, and every second she spent being machine fucked and trained to be a better toy for her master by the hypnotizing sensory deprivation and orgasm denial the new long term storage container tortured her with slowly rotted her brain of anything but dumb little whorish fantasies about being filled with her masters cum from both ends. 

She thought the day might never come, there was truly no way for her to tell the time beneath the thick doggy hood while she is stored away and forgotten about for hours, needy body forcing her mind into a state of pleasure and denial for days on end only broken by selfish and unseen trainers using her well trained holes for their personal pleasure, never once granting her in orgasm as the cruel machine she is trapped within trains her into a new form of pet, constantly dripping at both ends as she feels her crate boxed into a larger one and wheeled to a truck where she is finally relieved to believe herself being finally sent back to her master. She waits in angst, ready to present himself to her as his pet and beg for his affectionate touch the moment he opens the thick case she has been trapped in for weeks. After what felt like an eternity apart, she heard her master's voice praise her once more, his new toy eager to please him to the fullest of her ability.

The long awaited sequel of my (in)Voluntary Admission story with over 60 pages of content! If you haven't read part one, check it out with the links below. (In)Voluntary admissions follows brand new ComPet puppygirl Trinket during her FBP service as she navigates adapting to her new life as an (In)voluntary cog in the propaganda machine. Alone and afraid, will she choose to stay in her new life? Or will witnessing her own image used enslave 10% of the country's young girls drive her to other conclusions?

Compulsory Pettification: AKA ComPet is a government run program that was initially highly scrutinized by the public but grew to be wildly popular after its slow successful integration with society over the last several decades, it sees a percent of the world's 20 year old female population (10%) drafted into “Pet Service'' for a term of two years to serve as state owned “pet girls” or “ComPets”.They therein forfeit all human rights and after a rigorous term of obedience training these pets are then leased to a variety of owners for the remainder of their service and used in various applications before returning to everyday life.

(In)Voluntary Admissions Book One Links:

pt.1 - https://subscribestar.adult/posts/551201

pt.2 - https://subscribestar.adult/posts/551225

(In)Voluntary admissions is based on NimbleTail's lovely little ComPet Universe, big shout out to all those who have helped so far! Im so happy to finally share this with you all, thank you so much for your encouragement!

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Original art and ComPet / Pet-Sitter Concepts By the ever lovely NimbleTail

Big Thankies to Brentwood Society for all their help as well, Sue Sharp is a character that belongs to them and she has her own full lovely story you should 100% go explore as well!

Shout out to Pepper Puppy for letting me use her character as well!

Im on twitter! twitter.com/Trinket_Pettle

All characters are fictional, consenting, and adults. Viewer discretion as the content warnings are no joke. 

Maid Of Milk - Art by Nimbletail

This is a teaser for, and the prologue to, book 2 of my novel series (In)Voluntary Admissions, comming soon with over 60 pages of content! Hopefully by the end of the month but no promises. This prologue story takes place a few decades before the events of our main (In)Voluntary Admissions story and is set during the early days of the existence of the Federal Bureau Of Pettification, when its reach and sinister nature were not as widely known to the public and Hupet based services were relatively new and basic. It follows a young woman named Maddison Halver, who bares a striking resemblance to our main character Trinket, as she and the political organization she founded, F.E.R.A.L, plan and execute a raid on on an FBP Hu-cow milking facility. As always thank you for reading and please consider supporting if you like my content.

(In)Voluntary Admissions Book One Links:
pt.1 - https://subscribestar.adult/posts/551201
pt.2 - https://subscribestar.adult/posts/551225

-Waiting for a tail-
A petplay snippet by Trinket - Art by Formant

Hey everyone! sorry I've been super busy with the holidays lately I haven't had much time for writing. In the mean time, here is some old commissions from formant I got that have little stories along with them. I realized i put them up on Deviant Art ages ago but have never shared them here.

It was almost complete, everything felt like a dream. The shock collar and muzzle had taken her voice, the soft padded paws restricted her movements and forced her to crawl, the leashes unwavering security held her tight to the cold steel table of the veterinary clinic and forced her exposed puppy parts into the air, it was all so terribly arousing.

It was what she wanted though, what she had always wanted, a carefree life with no real worry save for when her next meal or playtime would be. She saw them readying the final piece, the slick silicon plug tail made her helplessly wet as she prepared herself for them to be well acquainted soon. She was so caught up in her head she could barely focus on the Vets words, but they stung just as much as any of thier condescension laced tone. "Every puppy needs a tail to match those cute little ears, im sure you'll learn to wag it like a good girl in no time. Welcome to your new life Puppy."

-Play Pawtners-
A Petplay Snippet By Trinket - Art by Nimbletail

Got a joint commission with the ever lovely Pepper of our two pups playing some fetch with their new  cyber paws,  Its so cute!!

CONTENT WARNINGS: Forced petplay, Body Modification, Entrapment, and Human Trafficking

Trinket had come to realize that there was always a reasoning behind the Proceedings of the FBP, even if she did not know them. Normally they used her good behavior and mild temper to try and impart a sort of comforting role model position on her over other pups, letting her play with other less compliant pups to help send them in the right direction if they were having trouble adjusting to life on all fours. It was something she had never minded doing, and actually often found rather relaxing when the activities were enjoyable.

Something about taking the more motherly role and helping other pups through their hard times made her feel better about her own predicament. Since no one had been there for her in her first few days of service, she tried her best to be the role model she never got at the beginning of her service. Today however, when she had been picked up by a man in an experimental wing jumpsuit, she knew she was in for some less than savory activities with her raven haired pup friend, Pepper. The long dark hallways of the Experimental wing were enough to make her shiver just thinking about the terrible things they did within them, each and every heavy electrical security door no doubt separating her from endless heinous misuse of government fundining on humiliating and torturing those who didnt comply with the Bereau’s iron fist.   

It was odd, in every other experiment they had forced her to partake in with Pepper, she almost always came out on top with better performance, more treats and much easier compliance than her raven haired counterpart and she judged they used her as a sort of scientific control in their experiments. She often wondered how much better the other pups life could be if she were just a good puppy like everyone else, but she had long since come to terms with Peppers insubordinate nature. When she arrived she expected to see her friend waddling around on her tapered limbs clumsily to the amusement of the staff like normal, but instead, the pup seemed to be as agile as ever, sporting a brand new pair of shiny looking mechanical paws that granted her a significant change in her ability to move about and do so gracefully.  

Without a word the experimental engineers descended upon her like a pack of ravenous wolves, giving Trinket quite the startle as their multiple rough hands restrained her limbs to bitchsuit status and began to strap her into a sort of odd metal harness with similar robotic paws to Pepper’s. Much to her surprise, once she was fully secured and the paws had synced with her PetSitter, she regained a certain sense of mobility as she found the little paws were easily maneuverable and responded in sync with her movements as she got her balance. Somehow, like the robotic trainer in her head that told her she was a good girl, she could control the new appendages with her mind almost as naturally as any other. 
 
Her sympathy for Pepper grew as she realized how far off the ground and presented to the world the two of their puppy parts were in her new paws, but as the staff began the tests and she was forced to fetch the ball repeatedly her sympathy quickly returned to being used on herself. Every time she returned with the ball, the pleasurable vibrations from her gear stimulated her more powerfully as they forced her to continue to demean herself for them like a helpless little animal. 

Pepper easily pulled ahead in terms of points, no doubt having had a decent bit of time to practice with her new paws beforehand. She had never seen such a look of determination in the other pups eyes before, never seeing Pepper try hard at anything the staff forced her to do let alone be running laps around her just to earn extra praise. Part of her was almost a little proud, maybe she was a good influence on Pepper after all. She understood the reason for the tests now. She was never meant to win, Pepper was, and she was happy letting the other pup take the spotlight for a while.