You drove down the long winding road, the sky perfectly clear of clouds and a vibrant blue. You couldn’t wait for what was in store, for once your husband had got a gift right.

He’d splashed out on a week-long spa break, that promises to completely detox the body and rewire your mind spiritually. Better than last year, when the misogynistic pig offered you a dog collar. You mistakenly got excited at first, thinking he’d bought you a puppy, but no, he expected you to wear it. You immediately whipped him across the face with it, leaving a bright red streak across his cheek.

Fast forward a year and you were approaching your spa for a week. You pulled up into the gravel carpark and proceeded to enter the building to be greeted by a tiny blonde girl.

She had enormous bright red lips, her hair tied into loose pigtails, a tight white tank top showed off her ample breasts and her perfectly toned midriff. She handed you a clipboard with papers on it, the usual disclaimer for a spa, or so you thought.

You looked her up and down, she didn’t strike you as your typical spa receptionist but you quickly signed the form and handed the clipboard back. She pointed to a door over the other side of the reception and walked off, not saying a word.

Confused, you walked over to the room, knocking gently on the door you opened it and stepped in. A dim room, incense filled the air like thick smog and an empty massage table in the middle. With no one inside, you perched yourself on the end of the massage table and waited.

You looked around, waiting, you figure that you can only be there for a massage so strip off and get yourself comfortable lying on your stomach on the table. You’ve barely had time to cover your ass with the sheet when someone enters the room.

With your face looking down at the floor, you can’t see who has entered the room but you just decide to relax into the moment. A hot towel was gently placed on each of your ankles, and then your wrists as you took deep breaths and relaxed.

Closing your eyes as oil was poured over your back, working it’s way down your spine and resting on your lower back. Two hands started to gently work it into your soft skin, starting at your shoulders and moving down.

Suddenly the sheet covering your naked ass was whipped from you, exposing you completely to the air. You felt a hand on the back of your head forcibly push your face down into the table, stopping you lifting your head as you felt something start to penetrate your virgin ass.

You try to raise your arms, only to find the towels covering them are wrapped under the table, holding you firmly in place. You scream as your ass is raped by an unknown object.

5 days later you open your door at home, only this time you wear a dog collar, this time proudly. The same exact collar you whipped your husbands across the face with. This time was different, you had one purpose in life now. You closed the door behind you and immediately dropped onto all fours, where you’d spend the rest of your life.

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Slightly different RP prompt which I’ve left open in multiple places. I’m happy for you to pick where to start, we could be in the retreat where you are broken down and built back up as the perfect obedient pet.

Or afterwards, as you adjust to your new life serving your husbands ever desire.