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Training a Babygirl Pet - Part 1
🕑 Added 2022-07-24 16:00:05 +0000 UTCIt’s funny how sometimes a person can just wake up one day, and their entire life can be totally different than it was the night before. Usually when people say that happened to them, they mean that they woke up that day and something amazing or life-changing happened to them. For Gracie though, that night the saying was a little more literal.
The night before had ended up being an amazing night for her. Most evenings when she went to the bar she very rarely met anyone cool. Usually the only guys who ever hit on her were extremely desperate, extreme perverts, or somewhere bad in between. That night had been different. She had met a smart and very handsome man whose confidence radiated towards Gracie like a beacon, and after a few hours of chatting and drinking she’d decided to go home with him. Back at his place the two of them made out for what felt like hours while they drank more wine and got to know each other better. He seemed super interested in her, asking her all sorts of questions about herself as the night got later and later. She’d be lying if she said that she didn’t love all the attention.
Even though she’d drunk a lot though, Gracie felt fine until he offered her a sip of his special wine that he’d claimed he’d been saving for a long time. She accepted the sip, planning on dragging him to the bedroom as soon as she was done... before she passed out cold. Her vision was totally black before she even realized that it was getting dark. She didn’t realize as her consciousness left her completely, that her whole world would be different forever when she would awaken.
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When she woke up Gracie immediately knew that something was wrong. Very wrong. She was laying down in a strange cramped space, and she could barely move with some sort of restraints holding her wrists and ankles in place. She couldn’t even see anything because something was wrapped over her eyes; a blindfold??!
She desperately tried to recall the events of the night before and it took her a little bit to recall the fact that she’d gone to what was basically a stranger’s house and had passed out. Had he... drugged her??
Was this some sort of sex game that he was playing with her? Normally she would have been all for it, but the fact that this had happened while she was unconscious made her hyper aware how wrong this all was.
Scared and with more and more concern growing in her gut, Gracie wiggled as hard as she could where she laid. Even with a blindfold on she could feel that she was almost entirely naked except for some socks and for something very strange and unfamiliar wrapped around her crotch. She didn’t know what the hell it was, but it certainly didn’t feel like the bright red thong she’d been wearing the night before at the bar. Every move she made caused the strange garment to crinkle loudly as if she had a large plastic bag wrapped around her.
She whined and tried to call out, but there was something strange that tasted like plastic held deeply in her mouth. Without even knowing exactly what it was, Gracie angrily attempted to wiggle her head several times to dislodge whatever it was, but it seemed to be firmly strapped on.
Unfortunately, she was starting to have a more pressing issue to deal with. As she squirmed there, it didn’t take her long to realize just how much she was needing to pee. She usually used the bathroom first thing when she woke up in the morning, but being totally strapped down as she was made doing that impossible.
Gracie tried to whine into the thing lodged into her mouth, but it kept her pretty muffled. She tried to listen for a sign of anyone nearby, perhaps the guy she’d met at the bar, who could help her. Nobody came.
As the minutes ticked by, Gracie’s squirming grew more and more desperate, while the crinkling of the thing she was wearing was the only sound in the room other than her whining. She tried as hard as she could to hold her legs together or press her hands down onto her crotch, but whatever was restraining her arms and legs had her almost fully spread eagle. Eventually, she couldn’t take it anymore.
Gracie let out a small gasp into the plastic object in her mouth as she felt a rush of warmth flow into the material around her crotch. She expected the pee to start dripping down her legs or drip off her crotch onto whatever she was splayed out on, but it never happened. Whatever was wrapped around her had contained every drop of the accident that had just come out of her.
Before she could even comprehend what she’d just done, a familiar man’s voice suddenly said, “That’s a Good Girl...”
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This story was written by Zander Chesney
You can find more of his content here :
https://zanderchesneyoriginals.tumblr.com/
