EDIT: Aaaaa spoiled not spoiler! Why can't I proof read headers ever.

Daddy owns the state biggest Pet Girl supplier, and yeah, I'm pretty damn lucky. Cutesy, stupid little things running around the factory - always happy to see that bitch Sara's face who I knew from school- , never have to work in my life after I inherit his business as first woman to do so, and university accepted me interning in daddy's firm. So credits for nothing, really!

But the biggest perk was mingling with daddy's employees. Especially Mark. The serious, studios type that you can't help but to tease, great body, even cuter face. And knowing how good he apparently is around these unfortunate women...That's kind of hot, yeah.

He's been seeing that little hoe Jasmin from my class, though. There's always trouble in paradise. And I know she's eager to seal the deal and make them committed couple. Well, not on my watch. I'd catch him before he leaves work, distract him a bit with first kiss or something, and that serious boy surely can't proceed with Jasmin anymore no matter what the desperate slut throws at him later.

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I swiped my key card at the door, but it hardly reacted. Even if working here, I wasn't state approved trainer. In front of me the metallic, modern looking door had two clear options for me.

Above the door, it read TRAINERS in blue.

And below at the doggy door, PUPPY GIRLS in red.

I pressed the stolen training collar to the pet door, which then opened, but only briefly. I tried to sneak inside, but there was no time without risking my legs or head crushed. I knew what would keep the door open long enough. But I'd die of shame if someone saw me, uh, wearing this thing?

Maybe just quickly? All's fair in love and war, no? And I'll have the thing off when I'm on the other side.

Feeling a bit out of place, I looked around and quickly snapped the heavy collar around my neck. *God, to live with this thing...*Making sure no one saw me, I dropped on all fours and looked at the puppy door. One beep from my collar, second from the door, and I quickly crawled in.

I'm coming Mark!

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You recognize the trope? Fall from grace, TPE, and especially stuck in system without no escape. I'd be happy to play with someone either 1. GMing this perhaps automated factory that now recognizes a new puppy girl (or mistakes her for the collar's real owner) 2. Trainer who doesn't recognize her and keeps her in check and obedient.

It's a silly back story, and Sara, Mark, Jasmine don't necessarily have to appear ever. I'm looking first and foremost reluctant, non-con pet girl training. Pet play is a must kink here, happy to include many others from BDSM play too. No toilet stuff or blood, please.

If you are fairly literate writer and enjoy detailed, long term, slow burn messages back and forth, come to my PMs (not chat!) and let's take it from there. Cheers!