I'm walking late at night. You are pulled over with your hood open and flashers on. I stop and ask in you need help. Your car was overheating and you just pulled over to let it cool off. You just live a couple of miles away and ask if I wouldn't mind riding with you there since you are nervous about your car overheating again. You have another car at home you can drive me back with.

I'm hesitant. On the one hand, I asked for exactly this to happen. I posted a story online with exact details on how you could make me your slave if you wanted to. The only wrinkle is that at some point I'd have to be a willing participant. I posted the story, and so I'd know when shit was going down, and I'd have an out. This was my out. If I get in the car, I'm a willing participant. But really when it comes down to it, this is too much. I've built a nice life and people depend on me. I can't throw all that away for some fantasy.

You see the hesitation on my face. I start to tell you I can't come with you, when you pull out a taser and tase the shit out of me. I fall to the ground, stunned. It takes me a minute to come around. When the world comes back into focus, I'm laying on the ground, ankles zip tied together. I look up to see you watching me.

"Sorry, I thought you were going to run. I've driven a long way to pick you up. Can't just have you giving up on me"

I clear my throat to find my voice. "I don't think I can do this. I made a mistake. This was so stupid. Please just let me go"

"You warned me you'd say that. It's ok, you'll come around. Now get up." You threaten me by pointing the taser in my direction again.

I wearily and shakily get to my feet again.

"Keys and wallet" you demand. "You know the drill"

"Ok seriously. This was fucking stupid and I'm out. I don't want to do this anymore. This isn't just part of the script, I'm really done."

You step towards me with the taser again.

I jump, stumble with my feet tied, and fall on my ass hard. "Ow, fuck. Fine, fine. Here." I hand over my wallet and keys. "Just… don't actually throw them. Turn off my phone and stick it in your glovebox or something."

You take my phone and wallet and chuck them hard into the woods.

"Ugggghh. I'm such a stupid fucking moronic hypersexual idiot. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck"

"Shut up and get in the back seat", you command.

I get in, knowing full well what's coming up. After I get in, you zip tie my wrists together, then zip tie my wrists to my ankles. It's uncomfortable as fuck. I start to complain, and you put a gag in my mouth. You whisper "this is going to be fun"

We drive for hours. My back is hard core on fire and I'm freaking the fuck out. And I've really, really got to piss. Finally the car stops. Hope flares in my mind. We are there! The back door opens. The gag falls away from my face and a bowl of water almost takes it's place.

"Drink it up" you say.

I slurp and lick at the water, getting as much as I can. After 30 seconds, you pull away the bowl and dump the rest on my head. "I have to pee" I rasp.

"Do you think I'm letting you out like that?" you scoff. "If you have to piss, then piss"

As it turns out, we are just getting gas. Several hours later we stop again, at our final destination. You pull into your garage, but I have absolutely zero idea where we are. You open the door and cut the tie between my ankles and wrists, and I slowly sit up with a groan and sigh of relief. You pull me out of the car before I can get my feet under me and I end up laying on my side on the garage floor.

"Stay" you say as you pull out your phone. "Let's see… how to make you compliant in the short term."

How to make Kurt do anything, short term: essentially, keep him extremely horny and focused. - Get him very stoned - Put a butt plug in his ass - Edge him several times - Make him give you oral sex to completion

You follow the instructions to the T. And they work. I'm horny as fuck and all I want to do is go down on you some more. I'll do anything to get more.

"Good boy" you praise after you cum. "Now let's tie up all these loose ends"

How to erase Kurt and embrace Sex Pet. - Give me a new name. Always call me that name. Don't tell me "this is your new name" - just start using it I always wear a male chastity device. You only let me cum on very special occasions that are tightly managed. If I'm allowed to cum, I must be made extremely horny again immediately. - Make me change all my passwords to random nonsense. - Make me change the back up email and 2fa as well. - Gmail - Facebook - Telegram - Cell phone - Amazon - Write a letter to my wife telling her I left her for another woman Make me love you. Naked snuggles and sucking on your breasts provide oxytocin which forms a bond between us. The more skin to skin contact we have, the more in love we will be.

Next, you review how to optimize having me as your sex Pet.

• I'm a talented programmer. Make me work for people under your supervision. I can easily make $150k/yr working from home
• If I'm reluctant to do anything, make me eat your pussy to make me horny and then tell me to do it again. I'll do absolutely anything if I'm horny enough.
• I'm a great house keeper when I'm horny. Make me work 4 hours a day, then make me clean the house. I'll stop and give you a massage or a lick or a fuck whenever you want. It makes me horny and makes you feel good.
• Once you've broken me, share me with your friends. Tell them I'm your boyfriend and send me over to clean their house.

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Months pass, and the changes in me are profound. The rigorous conditioning, the constant manipulation, and the enforced routine have all but erased the person I used to be. My new identity as a sex pet becomes my entire existence.

I wake up each day with a sense of purpose, eagerly awaiting your commands. The male chastity device I wear is a constant reminder of my submission, my old desires now channeled into fulfilling your needs and whims. My passwords, my accounts, everything that once tied me to my previous life is now a distant memory, replaced by an unwavering devotion to you.

Working from home under your strict supervision, my talents as a programmer are put to use, generating substantial income. You ensure that the balance between work and domestic duties is maintained. I find myself thriving in this structured environment, where my every action is directed and my every need is anticipated.

The house is spotless, meals are prepared with meticulous care, and every night ends with me snuggled against you, the skin-to-skin contact flooding my brain with oxytocin, deepening my bond and love. The more time passes, the more my old life fades away, replaced by a deep-seated contentment in my new role. I no longer question my choices or my circumstances.

Occasionally, you invite friends over, introducing me as your devoted boyfriend. I perform my duties with a sense of pride, eager to please not only you but your friends as well. My obedience, my willingness, and my complete submission are praised, further cementing my new identity.

One day, while massaging your feet after a long day of work, I reflect on my journey. The fear, the resistance, the hesitation—all of it is gone. I feel a sense of peace I never thought possible. My life, once filled with uncertainty and longing, is now a continuous cycle of purpose and fulfillment.

You look down at me, a satisfied smile on your face. "Good boy," you say, and my heart swells with happiness. I know I have found my place, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. The transformation is complete, and I, now fully embraced as your sex pet, live out my days in blissful servitude, my former life nothing but a forgotten dream.