It's fine. I'm literally on the other side of the planet. Just one exchange student in one big city state. No one will ever see these pictures. No one will ever even see me again here in this barbaric city again, after my program ends in three months.

If it's okay, why I feel so wrong though?

I just know I was coaxed. Sweet talked, borderline stalked at the campus. And that wad of cash too. Who doesn't want to hear how pretty and perfect they are for the modeling, that lasts for a few pictures and pays for at least four years of university? Even if it's pet girl mascot to some dumb local company.

I was stripped, washed, cleaned, oiled, shaved and petted by professional puppy girl groomers. Did they even know I was free woman and not even a local? Or did it even matter to the sponsor?

At least the gear is real. Thick collars, shock functions I didn't agree to, sturdy bondage mitten paws, thick muzzle gag, most humiliating plug tail matching my blonde hair. Some plate dangled on my collar's link, and now they wanted to add little bells with fluffs to my nipples.

And to add insult to injury, there was at least six other pet girls lined up, on hands and knees pretty next to me. So much for being perfect and so unique. They better at least pay to me!

I could only hope I was picked first, the pictures are taken quick and I can dress up and leave this damned studio with six figure sum on my bank account!

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I did a bit minimalistic prompt writing - usually I have more thoughts and details in. But perhaps this gets the idea across!

I'm imagining a society that allows female slavery, and someone (yours truly) visiting it. Little modeling, big pay and that's it? Perhaps. Or perhaps the photo session is long, demeaning, harder than I thought and ends up with some stupid legal trickery, honest mistake or other measure that leaves me trapped for good. I mean, the photographer meant good, but who's gonna differentiate between row of puppy gear bitches, whose collared for real and who's just temporarily desperate for money?

If you enjoy long term, pet play focused play and a bit of world building, TPE, turning woman into reluctant pet girl and training her to obey and look pretty - hit me up! Men and women welcome. I enjoy mistakes, well meaning people, intelligent in control dominants and other realistic aspects more than brutes that think pet play is just doggy style with expensive leash.

Send envelopes please! Chat is funky wonky. Feel free to just start the play, if you dare!