PET HOTEL

Sandy’s sister was going away on a business trip for 8 months she had given her dog to sandy to put into a kennel while she was away. The place was called the pet hotel it boasted that its automatic systems could look after a dog better than any human as they never got tired and would look after each individual animal giving it round the clock attention. There wasn’t a single human being about, but there didn’t need to be Sandy had a card that when input into the system would automatically intake any pet. Sandy came to the intake hatch. She led rover forwards and put the intake card into the slot. The door opened Sandy led rover inside then stepped back the door closed a robotic hand took hold of rovers collar and lead him away.

Sandy turned round, a frustrated man appeared in front of Sandy he was wrestling with an incredibly large dog it had a massive leather muzzle clamped over its jaws. The man pushed a card into the card slot “eight months of automated obedience school for you girl”. Just as the card was in the slot the dog broke free. The dog hit sandy; Sandy was pushed through the door onto her backside. Sandy watched the door close as the man ran off after his dog. Sandy got up and tried the door, it wouldn’t move she tried it again There was a shock the door was now electrified sandy jumped back and crashed on to the floor she looked around the room.

The room was a cage door on one side, there were two walls of plain gray concrete a wide belt made up half the floor and there were a pair of double metal doors forming the far wall, part of the processing area. Sandy stood up and looked around there was machinery on the ceiling. Sandy tuned to face the belt was there some override switch? There was a mechanical whir she felt something push her, sandy came to land painfully on her hands and knees on the belt. She felt the belt lurch into life.

Sandy found herself being whisked swiftly along on the belt towards a pair of double doors they swung silently open the moment her head touched them. Before she could gather her thoughts and leap off the belt the doors had swallowed her she was plunged into darkness.

Sandy kicked out as the doors closed behind her, but they were sealed shut from the inside impossible to open in the opposite direction, they remained stubbornly closed no matter how hard Sandy kicked them. She shouted out for help, for anyone who could hear to come and switch off the machine, but all she could hear now was the whirr and hum of mechanism.

Sandy saw lights flickering over her hunched over form. Beams of light danced over her and somewhere in the distance she could hear a computerised voice speaking.

“Subject breed unidentified: Measuring process complete. Heavy matting of fur detected: Initiating cleaning process”

Sandy didn’t like the sound of that one little bit so she pounded on the door in front of her with her fists and cried out for help again just as loud as her lungs allowed. In the silence that followed her futile attempts she heard that soulless computer voice Again.

“Subject panicking during processing: Initiate restraining process, adapting program”

The four hydraulic arms darted out from the shadows so fast she hardly saw them coming before they closed tightly about her wrists and knees where they met the floor and pulled tight holding Sandy firmly down on all fours just as if She had been a struggling dog. Sandy felt rubber collars within the cuffs inflating about her flesh to make an unforgiving tight grasp about her limbs. For the first time she understood the words she had heard about the kennels marketing when they spoke of the new automatic Induction Processing machine.

She heard more distant mechanical sounds and she did her able best to shout above the noise but to her dismay she heard the flat tones of the inhuman voice again.

“Initiate muzzling process”

An arm dropped down from the ceiling and a dog muzzle was pressed against Sandy’s face. Designed to keep a dog from biting and barking it did absolutely nothing to stop her increasingly panicky cries as she fought with desperation against the hydraulic restraints that had made her limbs their prisoners.

“Subject not responding to muzzling process one adapting program: Initiate process two”

The muzzle was whisked away and as she drew up my lungs for a final shout a thick wide metal ring coated in rubber was suddenly pushed hard between Sandy’s teeth and as she desperately shook her head to spit it out she felt a strap being deftly pulled tight behind her head by yet another unseen mechanical hand her voice was suddenly unintelligible as much a prisoner of the Processing Machine as her limbs.

Sandy watched in mute horror as arms with tiny blades and flails darted into view from the shadows and shone lights that detected her every curve and sinew under her clothes before leaping towards her.

Seconds later Sandy’s clothes were falling off her ample frame in waves as those precision tools danced about her assuming every inch of her clothes was matted and unkempt fur to be removed.

Sandy could feel the tears running down her face as her limbs hopelessly fought the embrace of the Processing Machine’s powerful arms. She watched those tiny tools dancing across her body until all she could see was her bare gleaming flesh.

“Initiate adapted cleansing process”

Jets of hot soapy water hit her from every conceivable angle and moments later they were joined by rough brushes on jointed mechanical arms that scrubbed ever inch of her body and bought a terrible flush to her naked flesh. As they danced across Sandy’s body they scrubbed her treacherous nipples and made them spring to attention. She gasped in frustrated passion as the bristles scrubbed briskly back and forth and Sandy gave a yelp as a strong jet ran its terrible caress across her tight rear entrance at the same moment as a pointed brush thrust itself between her buttocks to deeply cleanse her anus and rape sandy’s anal virginity there and then.

Sandy was flushed and panting as the waves of warm air drifted over her quivering body in an almost loving caress that bought an almost enjoyable tenderness to her terrifying situation.

“Initiate adaptive Jacket process”

There was a whirring mechanical sound in the distance. It sounded a little like scissors going through fabric then there was a sound like a sowing machine then the machine was silent. The machine laid a garment a costume or suit out on the floor, and then pushed Sandy forwards so she was kneeling over it. Sandy looked at the outfit, and saw it looked a little a little like the shape of a dog it was made of some sort of thick stretchy black rubbery material. The Machines arms closed in around her. Sandy didn’t want to be hurt she didn’t resist. The machine gathered up the suit, and began to dress Sandy in it.

The arms released her for a split second then more arms grabbed her limbs, they made Sandy bend her legs over double her arms pulled out wide, her head was forced down while her ass stuck up in the air. Then the arms began slipping the suit up her arms they ended in some sort of mitten. The machine pulled the suit up her doubled over legs. Sandy was nervous, wondering if she would be able to get out of it, after the machine was done.

As the dressing continued, Sandy grew more nervous. The machine kept making the suit tighter, and tighter around her body her feet were folded in her toes towards her ass her arms were crossed in front of her through a centre loop then through side loops a strap secured behind her back her fingers useless inside thick mittens at the ends of the sleeves. There were cut outs around her crotch and breasts and a built in hood with an oval for her mouth her eyes were covered with thick internal pads. Her breasts hung low bulging out of there tight openings her pussy and ass were exposed and her mouth was framed in a wide O. Sandy heard a click, as a lock was threaded thru the loops holding the suit closed, the arms retracted.

“Initiate internal cleansing process”

There the machine activated a large enema bag filled with a cleaning solution, and inserted the nozzle into her clenching rosebud. Sandy hated the invasion, and then her face blushed crimson as the liquid entered her bowls. Sandy squeezed her face closed, trying to expel the nozzle, and the liquid, without success.

Finally the nozzle withdrew she expelled the enema and the contents of her bowls. The machine turned on a shower jet, and washed the suit off. Sandy's face was crimson red, but her humiliation wasn't over yet. A strong jet of soapy water ran its terrible caress across her rear entrance at the same moment as a larger pointed brush thrust itself between her buttocks to deeply cleanse her anus and rape her again.

A mechanical arm came forward with a large ribbed tail butt plug, and gently but firmly sealed the greased invader inside Sandy’s rosebud locking it in place. Sandy felt part of the suit being wrapped around the base of the plug then she heard a click, as a lock was threaded thru the strap holding base of the plug tight against the bitch suit.

“Initiate adapted collaring Process”

The fight was near all gone from Sandy’s soul as she heard those toneless words and her head dropped, an arm holding a high brown leather collar with brass studs advance towards. The collar opened Sandy felt it close gently about her throat forcing her to keep her head up, as unseen mechanical fingers pull its buckle tight. Punishingley tight, just like you would if you were applying a collar to a dangerous dog you didn’t trust. Just what the Processing Machine now thought she was. A length of chain was attached to the collar it began to become taunt. Sandy felt the pull and struggled to move forwards obediently.

The door in front of her swung silently open and for a brief moment she could smell static in the air. The padded machine arm pushed her forwards with a squeal as best she could and found herself sliding down a steeply sloping ramp there were pads in the suit under her elbows and knees making it a little easier.

Moments later Sandy found herself touching a padded bar. She was in a cage lined with padding mounted on one wall at just the height of the ring gag was a large rubber plug the chain was getting shorter forcing her head towards it. The plug got closer and closer until the tip hit the ring gag then in it went further and further. Finally when sandy thought she would choke her face was pushed all the was up against the front of the cage and she was helplessly muted. A distant part of her registered the back of the cage closing behind her with a clatter the padding pushing hard up against her ass cheeks. Sandy heard a whirring sound a pump then the plug inside her mouth inflated until her cheeks bulged.

Sandy took in her new prison silently, the big rubber coated ring wedged between her teeth the horrible plug stretching her jaw. She tried to move off the plug. She tried to move up but quickly felt more steel bares pressing into her back. She tried to turn left and right, but the cage was too narrow, the quick examination soon told Sandy that the gag wasn’t coming out of her mouth anytime soon. Sandy heard a whir and gave as loud a yelp as she could manage. There was a cluster of mechanical arms above the cage. The machine descended it picked up the cage it went to a wall a small hatch opened the machine popped the cage into a sound proof room the machine stopped the door shut and locked. Sandy was left helpless and alone in the dark.

Pet hotel 2

Becky was at home relaxing she had collected her dog Rover from the automated kennel two days early. She was back from her business trip it was strange it looked like no one had been around the house in months. Where was her useless sister sandy had she gone off again to find herself in some tourist trap? Hopefully not on Becky’s credit card again. All the bills were on direct debit the cleaner and the gardener had there own keys so it mattered little if Sandy was missing. Suddenly Becky had a text message. Customer CD90453 this is the pet hotel we have your dog ready for delivery as per the agreed time slot she will be delivered in five minutes this is an automated message.

Becky scratched her head “stupid machine am I going to get some one else’s dog by mistake I picked you up already rover”. The dog looked at her from his basket almost to shrug then curled up and went back to sleep. Four minutes later a black van pulled up outside Becky’s house the van had A.P.P.I corporation auto deliveries on the side it was driverless and with the rest of the auto kennel needed no human involvement. The back of the van opened and a robotic arm dropped a large metal cage gently onto the drive. Becky was annoyed what was going on she stepped away from the window heading to deal with her unexpected problem.

Becky slowly walked out to investigate, she thought up until now that the machine was flawless. The door creaked making its usual protesting sound then the gate rattled a bit as Becky slid it open. Then she was standing out side, there was an outline in the cage. There seemed to be a sensor on the side of the cage. A recording started “We apologise there was an error the second dog you put into the kennel was miss filed under another customer we have automatically detected and corrected this error. To compensate you a set of corrective tools have been included with your dog to ensure that she behaves at all times.” 

Becky squinted into the cage she took out her phone and activated the light shining it into the cage, she gasped and saw a woman. A fairly young woman at that. Definitely not a dog, what was going on. A naked woman at that was huddled at the back of the cage. Well not quite naked she was definitely wearing something. Becky scratched her head this felt almost familiar, there was a girl Becky pondered where why she was remembering something like this. The girl was on all fours like a dog, was the machine that stupid to mix a human for a dog and to think that Becky was her owner!

Becky looked closer , the woman was not just on all fours. She is wearing something that forces her legs to be doubled back. Her arms as well it, seemed to fit very tightly like a second skin. Had the dam machines done this to some poor random woman. Why had they dumped this unlucky woman on her door step, She was wearing a very heavy harness of some sort. The woman shuffled forward the harness forced her to walk on knees and elbows. Becky could not see her face very well as the woman has some sort of tight rubber muzzle or hood on. She looked familiar despite the hood. Becky was sure she knew the young body from some where. The girl looked superficially a bit like a dog on all fours and there was more. She has a tail sticking out of her ass. Becky moved around the cage to look at the back. Becky realised the plug was quite large looking at the base of the plug. On closer inspection the young woman‘s belly bulges slightly a little checking and it appears she was suffering from quite a substantial retention enema. She must have really misbehaved for the machines to control her in such a harsh way.

The woman looks up the eyes were familiar it was Sandy her sister. Some how that was not a shocking realisation to Becky. Becky remembered where this was familiar a few years ago Becky had found sandy trapped in a self bondage game manacled hand and foot that had been embarrassing. Sandy looked in a lot of distress the question was did she deserve her current position, what had happened what was Becky going to do next. Becky study her and Sandy looked back she studied Becky noting the disapproving look in her sisters eyes. Becky hesitated what should she do fate had suddenly handed her, her bratty little sister on a silver platter. Becky murmured “what the Hell”?

Sandy whimpered into her gag her whimpers were very low the gag was very effective. Becky felt conflicted. She felt sorry for her sister but around the back of her head she was remembering all the stupid things her sister had done maybe this was the best place for her sister where she couldn’t get into any trouble. Becky was not afraid of the realisation she was doing best by her sister and she was not upset or emotional only cold inside a sense of peace came over her she would not have to worry about her any more. Becky reached into the cage and stroked her sisters head “ Sandy you are in so much trouble wait until I get you inside, what have you done to yourself now? Another stray on my door step to take care of.”

Becky found It was a very odd situation and odd thoughts rattled through her head. She would enjoy being dormant over her sister keeping her at her heel. Becky had several thoughts run through her head. Was this an elaborate Halloween costume stunt gone wrong? Sandy did look like a victim of the pet hotel automated kennel but was she playing some sort of a game?
Would someone call the police? She didn’t think so no one was about to see her. Should she take Sandy inside now or abandon the whole idea?

She was thinking back Hell, for that matter the reason her sister was here at her house? To get over her drinking problem. She questioned the months that her sister had stayed how many times had she turned up drunk was she even seeking help? Becky thought finally how am I going to explain this to anyone that comes looking? She murmured “I think that this is going to be a very through intervention”.

Becky couldn’t decide which course was best her sister was looking at her confused. Becky returned to her sudden evil thought but it wasn’t evil not really it was taking care of her sister.
“What if I just kept you like this as MY new pet?” After all, only a while ago I’d thought of getting a new pet Becky felt strange she knew. Somehow Becky found the idea of bringing her new pet in irresistible.

The moment was over. The girl in the dog outfit tried to back away it was too late Becky had her leash. One tug and she submitted trotting out of the cage and up the path into the hallway. The gate was shut sealing Sandy’s fate well she was a little clumsily, but she’s done this for a while Becky was sure trapped in the suit. Becky picked up the bag of accessories and the auto van packed up and left.

Becky pushed the door closed the pet looked startled as the door slammed. Her eyes looked wide round, with only the pets eyes showing through that muzzle it was difficult to guess, Becky guessed that it was the way eyes look when someone doesn’t expect something Becky wasn’t sure quite what was going through the pets mind. The pet was really in a very vulnerable position. Becky could do something that she really doesn’t want done to her. Becky giggled or is it that she could do something to her she really does want done to her? She did seem quite cooperative.

Becky had deeper thoughts on the other hand, was she taking a risk here. Sure Sandy seemed helpless and needing help, but in the past she had tied her self up to fake a burglary to cover up for pawning a lot of Becky’s stuff. Becky thought what if it is a ploy? It certainly wouldn’t be the most elaborate joke her sister had pulled or the stupidest predicament that she had put herself in. Becky considered it “What if I am being set up somehow?”. She looked over at the pet “Come over here” She said in the most dominant voice she could manage. The pet cautiously approached her without the need for the leash.

She spoke calmly “I’m not going to hurt you”, she told the pet, “I am just trying to figure out what you are all about pet”. Becky couldn’t help it, she couldn’t really think of her as a person made up like this. She’s got a firm grip on the leash clipped to the collar. The end of the leash was dragging on the floor. Now Becky could see the muzzle was really a hood covering almost the pet’s entire head.

Becky thought to herself if it’s a costume mask its dam elaborate! Becky ran her hands over the pet’s body. She was quite lean but not malnourished, She didn’t pull away, and how long has it been since she felt a human touch has it been eight months inside the automated kennel with nothing but cold robotic discipline. The pets flesh was cool as she’s been exposed like this a while and gotten used to it Becky idly Thought. There are a considerable number of paddle marks on her ass. She must have been a very bad puppy, did she like it after so much time was she used to it?

“Did you misbehave did the machines beat you?” Becky asked. The pet nodded affirmative a small week gesture barely able to move against the heavy collar. Becky checked the harness that kept the pet on all fours. It was a very solid and tight fitting rig. There were a number of pad locks and with a little searching Becky found the key in the bag of accessories. Closer examination reveals just how much there was to it.

It was made from a lot of thick leather, and it was made to avoid damage to the elbows and the knees. Four large anatomically shaped uh “sleeves” were there they allowed the folded limbs to be snugly held. Feet in an end point position hands in thick mittens both compliantly useless. With another leather pouch over these sleeves laced shut. The straps from these continue up to the body. They were padded and wide around the arms and legs. They were connected with shaped leather panels that were part of the torso harness. The main harness encircles the waist, the chest above and below a pair of large hanging breasts tightly constricted at the base with the nipples pierced with rings. With more straps held onto the upper calves. It was somewhat simple in design, but cleverly made. It has a neck collar forcing the pets head up and a strap that ran from the nape of its neck to the over the “tail”. Becky undid a few straps only to pull them tighter and relock them, a machine may have applied it but a thinking woman could truly dominate someone with it making the bonds as tight as they could be. Little muffled grunts and gasps escaped the gag as Sandy worked out she was to remain trapped.

The leather tapered and went between the pets’ legs connecting and attaching to a Clit ring Becky didn’t remember that just another stupid mistake that was going to help keep Sandy in her current position. The strap widened to continue to the throat and the front of the collar. The pet seemed to be quite damp between her legs. Becky was sure that the way the straps were every time she moved the clit ring must pull on her it must be a maddening sexual stimulation a torture. Becky ran her hands over the pet’s ass and checked the tail plug, the pet trembled then rubbed against her leg more than before.

Becky paused she had a question “You like being this way don’t you?” she asked the pet.
The look and posture reveal the pet was in a bit of confusion / frustration. But it slowly nodded with what little head movement it could make as if afraid to admit it. Becky checked the hood she saw it was well made fabricated from leather. It was locked at the neck. She could see snaps that hold the “muzzle” in place and that came off fairly easily. Under the muzzle was the lower portion of the pet’s face of course still helpless. In its mouth was a huge jaw stretching ring gag lined with some sort of rubber so as not to cut too much into her jaw. Becky reasoned that it must be locked or buckled somewhere out of sight. A wide deep rubber plug was snugly pushed into the ring muffling her cries filling and dominating her mouth emphasizing her submission.

Becky looked over her new pet “OK”, obviously getting nowhere. “I’m going to take this gag or muzzle off of you.” she told the pet. It sat and made pawing motions in the air. She got the key and opened the three pad locks to remove the muzzle and the gag. The pet worked her jaw
“May I have some water?” she asks, Becky‘s flat palm landed on her exposed ass “you will speak when I say you can you will call me mistress.” the pet looked up at her afraid, She waited afraid to speak. Becky nodded sorry mistress but Mistress I am so thirsty please mistress” she croaked. 

Becky attached the pets leash to a table then she fetched a bowl and filled it with water. She placed it on the floor and the pet drank. After drinking for what seemed like forever, she finished. The pet sit s and stares at the floor. Waiting for the mistress to speak. Becky saw no reason to pull any punches so she got straight on with it. She spoke in firm commanding tones “I want to know” she demanded “are you are in that costume thanks to the pet hotel or was it something else?”. "Mistress I accidentally fell into the intake slot! " the pet stated flatly. 

Becky had her confirmation on what happened she pressed on “OK, I have a bit of knowledge about the pet hotel, what did you do to provoke it to do this to you, I am not going to get upset at your answers.” The pet waited for a second Becky gesture. “mistress It was loading a program for a disobedient dog when I entered the pet hotel by mistake, I could not keep up with the program so it kept me on a tight leash constantly improving my restraints and disciplining me in harsher ways”. Becky nudged her “Continue”. The pet looked nervous “mistress I have been conditioned for eight months to obey every command that my body is someone else’s property that I need to be a good girl”. Becky continued with interest “so you are now Submissive I suppose?” The pet nodded. “Mistress, I am an obedient pet, I can’t remember being anything else I was in the kennel so long!”

Becky smiled “Now, tell me about your training” she demanded, Becky ticked on her fingers_ OK, trained? Restrained? Dominated? Tell me-. The pet looked embarrassed for the first time.
"Mistress, it is difficult, and I am ashamed, I don’t know what is to become of me." The pet slowly replied. Becky pushed “Tell me everything what happened before you ended up here?” Becky ordered. The pet responded “Mistress I tried bondage before and liked it but it is now a regular way of life. I needed to be disciplined but no one stepped up to take that roll in my life until now.”

Mistress later I had some boys and then men tell me they were my master or that they owned me when I was in my late teens, but they could never control me, I never did find what it was I really needed. “Mistress I needed to be broken and the machine did that. I fought against it against the machine for a week but finally discovered what I am. Mistress, in the machine. I found an owner it cared for me enough to control me to restrict me to train me its hard to remember time exactly. Mistress I was kept bound as I am now some times things were reinforced some times they were tightened but I have not been released from this harness. There was a walker and an exercise course and deep cleansing machines. Mistress I started to like the pain the program was very harsh. I have been a total prisoner and slave pup to it for eight months I guess.

Mistress I did enjoy the control so I rebelled against it to be controlled more harshly the machines started to keep me plugged with a soapy discipline enema that cured me of any disobedience. I was able to take all the punishments and sleeping in a tight restraint sack. Then the machine announced I was going to be returned to my owner I would have to face another human being I was not sure what I could do. Mistress I imagined the machine was going to give me to someone else. “Now you know. I beg you, please help me, sis I mean mistress!”

Becky shoved the gag back in and the pet made a strange noise as Becky pulled the hood back over her head tightening it she even struggled a little. Becky padlocked it all back in place. She spoke to the pet “Tears now puppy girl?, you probably think the worst.” Becky began to stroke her back and speak softly. “You have always been a bad girl now I can make you a good one by eliminating the ability for you to do anything else!”. Becky pulled the pet to her. 

The pet started making a sound that Becky thought meant something good. She hoped so. Becky hugged her new pet hard. One hand cupping her chin the second disappearing between the pet’s legs. “I am going to be a good owner, but you belong to me now” Becky stated… The pet made a low sound like a puppy behind the gag.

Excellent!