James – Part 1

By Thunder

Based on a true story

My name is James. I am a 51-year-old man who has been married to his husband for 23 years. I am an athletic, masculine CEO of my own wealth management company in Atlanta, though I travel extensively. I am a high-profile, type-A, driven man in my professional life, but in my personal life, I am, well, I am a dog.

An all-fours, naked, collared human dog.

Yes, for the past ten years, I have been a full human dog owned by my husband, Alan, the owner of a local restaurant that is the go-to place for breakfast and lunch in Atlanta.

Last night, Alan and I hosted a small dinner party for four of our kink-positive friends. It was a casual evening with the five of them gathered around the kitchen island drinking wine and eating lots of great things that Alan had prepared. They said it was a beautiful display of food, but from my all-fours vantage point of about 3 feet off the floor, I couldn’t see the top of the high-top counter, so I didn’t really know what was there.

Before I got in trouble for begging, I enjoyed the scraps they hand-fed me as I crawled around and under the table. With this particular group, this night was not a sexual night, though having a collared, 6-foot-3 blond CEO under the table naked with just locked mitts, a steel chastity cage, and a plug tail coming out of his ass does always bring a few hard cocks that I can easily spot from my vantage point. On other nights my job might be to take care of those for them, but tonight, I just had to look in lust and listen to them make comments about how my balls swayed low with my ass in the air when I drank my wine from my bowl. Alan had not locked my ankles to my thighs tonight, but that would be the typical night.

This is not expected in our public relationship. In fact, most people would think I am the more dominant one based solely on my personality and profession, and in many ways I still am. Together we appear to be the plain ole average American gays with two German cars and a house in better shape than the rest of our block. I always knew I would grow old with Alan, from day one, but I never really thought I’d be attached to a chain doing it and honestly could not fathom the happiness that would bring.

I had always been kinky and, in fact, on the kink scale I would have more than tripled Alan’s interest in kink until that fateful day nearly 12 years ago when I dared him to lock me in a chastity cage. It was a test, of sorts, to see if it would spark an interest in the non-vanilla side of him, which I really thought was nowhere in him to be found. It took a few weeks, but as he saw the intensity in my sex drive and attentiveness I gave him while locked, the old saying, “be careful what you ask for” reared its ugly head and he gradually became a fairly hardcore keyholder who rarely lets me see my own dick as it has been locked in a tube for almost as long as I can remember, even in a black plastic tube when traveling. This suited us well and I obeyed those rules as I loved him having control of my dick, especially when I was at work leading my teams.

After I lost my penis to him, things began to further change and we explored the idea of me becoming his slave or his boy, but, as much as we thought it would be a natural fit, we each had trouble locking into those roles because of our day-to-day lives and our families and professions. I cannot shut my job off, which also wreaked havoc with the potential slave role. In addition, the fact that we were completely vanilla for so long seemed to block his ability to hold me accountable for the rules he made while also making me feel uncomfortable in following them at most times. This was compounded by the fact that I have always been a top and very shy about embracing my ass as a sexual tool, but he loved the idea of me carrying a plug for him every day, something I could never allow myself to do, which had become a constant source of disappointment for both of us. This start-and-stop exploration of roles went on for a few years, and we would each find ourselves frustrated, ready to stop, but then all ready to go again. We had both let the pressure of what we thought were the “societal norms” block us despite logic telling us we should not care and as he thought more and more, he knew that if he could get past that, and then get me past it, he would be able to fully embrace the position of power.

What I didn’t realize at the time is that Alan’s kinks were getting stronger and, due to various life circumstances, he had found the need to control another human, his human, a driving point in his core. We both knew that he would be better for it in the long run and that as hard as it would be for both, especially getting past the enforcement of the rules, the idea of being the disciplinarian for his husband drove him deep in his core and he thought he would be a better husband in the long run for it. In that later conversation he also mentioned he had seen some of my browser history and that, combined with his desire to control but still love and nurture, gave him the idea that changed our future and, unbeknownst to me, he made a plan that changed everything.

It was a Friday night before a long weekend, and I had planned to take the whole week and use my accumulated leave and get some projects done around the house – something I rarely do. I had been on a work trip and had taken a flight that arrived home about 6 pm, and I was eagerly looking forward to a lazy night of Netflix when Alan texted that he was going to pick up dinner and that I should just go home, shower and wait on him upstairs. I was curious and happy as I thought that maybe he was going to unlock me and let me cum, so I came in, showered and eagerly awaited his arrival.

I had only been out of the shower a few minutes when he came upstairs and stopped me from getting dressed. He was acting a little odd, but a planned sex night did that for both of us, so I wasn’t too worried. Before I could leave the room he took a collar out of the drawer, put it on me, locked it and told me to go downstairs where there would be a surprise waiting for me. I hate surprises, but Alan followed me down and said this is one I should welcome and maybe fear. When I went downstairs I saw Alan’s friend Todd sitting on the sofa wearing running shorts and a T-shirt, both cut just perfect to show off his stunning body. I did not know him very well but did know that Alan had said he was a “kinky fuck,” so I was a bit in shock. I greeted him and he quickly said, “Dogs don’t talk” and to sit down in the straight-back dining room chair that was suddenly in wrong room. He is an adorable man and I was a bit shy being naked, collared and caged with him, but Alan stepped in and told me to relax, sit in the chair, and he immediately came behind me with a roll of cling film essentially mummifying me to the chair. He then took a locking plug gag, inserted it, locked it and said the following:

“I have decided that I do NOT want you as my slave, because I like to nurture, care, cook, and other things for you that I would not do with a slave. I have had trouble balancing these things with the idea of you existing to serve me.

“I have also decided I do NOT want you as a boy, as there is a mentorship expectation that I cannot provide for you. But, in looking in your browsing history, I saw that you had an undisclosed fetish and it matched what I was seeking,

“I have decided to turn you into a dog. More than a dog, actually, more like a pet husband who will still participate in our marriage as an equal when needed but one who will live a very structured life under me as my human dog. I will shape your body, your mind, and in a few years, we will even have friends over to play fetch with you in the backyard.

“The key player tonight here is Todd. You likely don’t know, but Todd has trained human pets before, and the higher you have climbed on the corporate ladder, the more he has talked to me about splitting your roles. If you agree to this, and I don’t really think you will have a choice in reality, you will leave tonight to go with Todd to his cabin in North Carolina, where you will spend two weeks (yes, I called your assistant and added a week to your calendar) being completely transformed into a full dog. When you get back, Todd and I will present you with a plan of how your balance of time at home on twos or fours will be spent, how your diet will be modified, and how your exercise will be maintained for optimal speed on all fours.

“A few things to note, your dog name is James – as in you, James. I thought about giving you a new name, but why? You are the same, just the new James will spend a lot of time in a cage and likely won’t often see the tops of tables in our home. Yes, at times you will be able to talk, but that is in the beginning and will become rare ‘as you further transform.’”

***

My head was spinning, but I can’t say I was unhappy in the slightest. I started remembering all the things I needed to do before Todd and I left and wondering what train we should take when suddenly, Sir Alan opened the cabinet in the kitchen, pulled out a backpack and began to tell me bye. WTF, we were leaving now? My blackberry wasn’t even charged (RIP Blackberry) and I had not set up contingency plans at work. Alan laughed and said they were taken care of and that the first lesson in my new life is that I don’t make the rules. He said the bag contained my medicines, contacts, a few collars, hoods, and a nice new tail but that after arriving tonight I would not need clothes until he came to pick me up in two weeks, when I would be given one last chance to agree or disagree that I will be the dog named James. He said if I agreed I would be given a full list of expectations and a schedule of my full transformation but if I disagreed, that was okay too, but we’d never talk about kink again.

And, with that, he kissed me on the head and told me he loved me and to give it all I had to transform for him, my new husband owner.

Then, immediately, Todd attached a leash to my collar and we walked out the front door of our house — me naked, caged and collared — to his Jeep Grand Cherokee in the driveway. As I attempted to enter the passenger door, my leash was pulled tight and Todd led me to the rear hatch and told me to crawl in the waiting kennel in the back. He closed the cage door, locked it with a zip tie, shut the hatch and at 7:57 pm we drove off into the woods to my new life!

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Metal would like to thank the author, Thunder, for this story! He says this is based on a true story!!!

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