The Pampered Pet's Blissful Life

Jasmine's mind went blank, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it would explode. Shame washed over her in a tidal wave, making it almost impossible to breathe. "I accidentally knocked over the dog bowl... Everyone's looking at me, I just want to bury my head in the carpet..." She instinctively tried to hide her face in the carpet, but the nose hook yanked her head up sharply. Her completely contorted, pig-like nose was forced into full view of everyone. The indescribable shame of "being unable to hide no matter how much I wanted to" brought tears to her eyes instantly. Leixi glanced down at the mess on the floor, her tone flat and devoid of much emotion: "Clean it up yourself." Jasmine bit her lower lip and brought her head down to Xiaomei's feet. Xiaomei was startled by the sudden closeness of her mistress. But she didn't know what to do, so she just stood there, blushing furiously, letting her mistress lick her leather shoes. Leixi stuck out her tongue and began to meticulously lick the surface of the shoe. Her tongue, soft and warm, slowly scraped across the smooth leather, emitting a delicate "slurp." Transparent saliva stretched into long threads on her tongue. Inch by inch, she licked the shoe surface until it gleamed wetly. Then she lowered her face further, extending her tongue even longer. She began to earnestly lick the sole of the shoe—it was covered in fine textures and crevices, and she used her tongue tip to scrape forcefully over it. She meticulously scraped out the residual dust and soup, rolling all the dirt and liquid into her mouth. Her tongue rubbed back and forth on the rough sole, producing a more distinct wet sound. After licking the sole, she extended her tongue towards the heel. The leather there was harder, and she pressed her tongue down forcefully, carefully licking every corner of the heel. She didn't even spare the part of the heel that touched the ground. Saliva continuously dripped from her open mouth, forming long, viscous threads. After finishing Xiaomei's shoes. Jasmine turned her head and brought her face in front of Leixi's small black leather shoes. These were the shoes Leixi wore every day. The leather surface already bore faint traces of use and the characteristic scent of leather. She extended her tongue and licked slowly and reverently, as if serving something sacred. She licked every spot her mistress had stepped on that day until it gleamed wetly and cleanly. Saliva continuously stretched into long threads, but she felt this was the most important thing she should be doing right now. This scene completely shocked all the maids present. Minmin's spoon fell into her bowl with a crisp clatter. Her eyes widened as she looked at her mistress's face, which was once delicate and beautiful. Now, it was brutally stretched open in three directions by the iron hook, her face contorted, saliva stringing. Pathetically sticking out her tongue, licking the shoe's surface, sole, and heel, she was nothing more than a thoroughly domesticated bitch. Yu Jie's hand, gripping her chopsticks, trembled slightly, her eyes filled with heartache, and a complex, inexpressible emotion welled up in her heart. But beyond the shock, she vaguely understood that this might be what her mistress desired most. Leixi, however, acted as if nothing had happened, calmly continuing her meal. Jasmine, crawling at her feet, obediently licked up the last remnants of food until it was completely clean. After the meal, Leixi refitted the muzzle and rehooked the nose hook for her. She took the leash and led Jasmine out of the dining room. The maids' gazes followed them all the way. They watched as Jasmine's skirt lifted as she crawled. "Today's work requires the cleaning cart the entire time, keep up with me." A clear excitement and nervousness flickered in Jasmine's eyes, and she nodded obediently. Then, Lacey pushed the cleaning cart in front of Jasmine and began today's special arrangement. She extended a dildo of moderate thickness, with small protrusions on its surface, from the front of the cleaning cart. Once it was securely in place, she commanded softly: "Slowly crawl backward and sit on it." Jasmine's face flushed crimson, but she obediently retreated slowly. She let the warm dildo glide into her already wet vagina, pushing deeper until it was fully submerged. She couldn't help but let out a suppressed whimper. "Hnnngh...!" Lacey then used a rope to secure the handle of the cleaning cart to the restraints around Jasmine's waist. After confirming the tightness and that the pulling force was concentrated on her waist. She then pulled a soft leather strap from each of the labia rings and the clitoral ring, connecting them to the front of the cleaning cart. As Jasmine crawled forward, dragging the heavy cleaning cart, her most sensitive parts were occasionally tugged by the leather straps. And when Jasmine stopped as Lacey stopped. The inertia of the cleaning cart would forcefully push the dildo deeper into the young lady's pussy. The cart was not light, filled with cleaning agents, rags, and tools. As Jasmine moved forward with her elbows and knees, the pull on her waist and the tugging of the straps and silver chains on her vulva came simultaneously. The friction of the nipple rings scraping against the floor intensified. With every step she crawled, the dildo slowly entered and exited her body, bringing waves of exquisite pleasure. The wheels of the cart rumbled low on the floor, and she had to arch her body more forcefully to drag it. The morning's work was to clean the first-floor living room. This area was mostly used for receiving guests, with a smooth and gleaming floor. Lacey walked ahead, the dog leash around her waist taut, as if guiding a little bitch pulling a cart. Lacey led the young lady to drag the cleaning cart to the center of the living room and began the cleaning work. Every time the young lady crawled forward with effort, the dildo would rub against her incessantly. When Lacey stopped to wipe the sofa, the inertia of the cleaning cart surged forward, thrusting deeply into her innermost depths. Jasmine's body trembled, and a suppressed whimper escaped her throat. Minmin, who was wiping the table and chairs, looked up and saw this scene. Her heart suddenly jolted. "My god... the young lady today... is tied to the cleaning cart and pulling it..." "There's something inserted... and her face has become like that... how did it get this far... it's too much..." She watched with a look of shame, thinking to herself: "Young lady... doesn't it hurt to be treated like this?..." The afternoon's work moved to the second-floor guest rooms. Jasmine's limbs were already starting to feel weak from exhaustion, her eyes growing hazy. Every time the cleaning cart stopped, the dildo would mercilessly thrust in, causing her to feel intense stimulation repeatedly along the way. Yet she couldn't stop, only continuing to drag the cleaning cart forward with all her might. As evening approached, Lacey pushed the cleaning cart to the long corridor. Jasmine's limbs were already weak from exhaustion, her tongue hanging out, saliva forming glistening threads. With every step she crawled, the dildo entered and exited her body, driving her almost to madness. When Lacey stopped again to wipe the floor-to-ceiling window, the cleaning cart surged forward violently. The dildo thrust deeply into her body, reaching her innermost depths. Reese placed the dog bowl back in front of the young lady. She reattached the muzzle and nose hook, making it harder for her to lick. Molly extended her tongue, lapping up the liquid mixed with Reese's urine and the scent of her stockings, bit by bit. The stockings swayed gently in the bowl, each lick coating her tongue with urine, bringing a salty taste and warmth. Reese, meanwhile, sat on a chair and began to enjoy her own dinner with focus. During the meal, although the maids were still too ashamed to look directly, one or two whispered: "Young lady... so well-behaved..." After finishing her meal, Reese took the dog leash and led the young lady out of the dining room. As they walked towards the door, the maids in the dining room couldn't help but look back. They saw the young lady crawling on all fours— For the past seven days, although Reese would unfasten her restraints every six to eight hours for a brief rest. Most of the time, she had spent it in this completely pet-like state. Seen from behind, her wet vulva was clearly visible under the light. Her labia were forcefully pulled apart by silver chains on both sides, kept perpetually open. The tender pink interior quivered slightly, and glistening fluids constantly overflowed, leaving faint wet trails on the floor. Her clitoris had been swollen by the heavy weights, and with every crawl, it swayed, causing the bell to ring with a crisp sound. The dog tail hung heavily behind her hips, swaying gently from side to side with her steps. A complex, inexpressible emotion welled up in Yu-jie's heart as she silently thought: "Madam will be back soon... she must be so disappointed... but she looks so... content now." While feeling heartache, she also vaguely understood that this might be what the young lady truly desired. This time, Reese did not send Molly back to the dog kennel. Instead, she led her crawling all the way back to the third floor and pushed open the door to the young lady's chamber. The light in the chamber was soft and familiar. Molly crawled onto the rug by the bed and lay down, while Reese sat on the bed and gently placed her feet on Molly's back. They stayed like that. The heavy curtains were drawn, shutting out the darkening sky outside. Only the faintest breaths could be heard in the chamber. The soft rustling sound of leather against skin as the black leather shoes moved slowly on Molly's back. Time ticked by, with less than three hours remaining until Madam's arrival around midnight. Reese remained silent, sitting quietly, her gaze fixed on Molly's face, distorted by the nose hook. That originally delicate and beautiful face now bore the marks of seven days of complete pet transformation— Her eyes were moist, her lips slightly red from wearing the muzzle for so long, yet there was an indescribable sense of satisfaction and dependence. After a long while, Reese slid off the edge of the bed and gently sat on Molly's waist. Her weight settled entirely on Molly's soft waist and abdomen. Molly's breathing hitched for a moment, then she let out a more contented sigh. Reese reached out, her fingertips starting from the top of Molly's head. Slowly, very lightly, she caressed her hair, behind her ears, her neck, finally stopping on her face, pulled out of shape by the nose hook. Her thumb slowly traced the corner of her eye, wiping away the almost invisible tear. Molly closed her eyes, her sigh becoming softer, more delicate, like a completely soothed little animal. She suddenly realized—although everything would be put away temporarily after tomorrow... Madam would travel again later. They could still play like this then. For now, she wanted to cherish this last little bit of time— "Leixi, I'll be counting on you to take good care of my daughter for these three days." "Madam, please rest assured, I will take excellent care of the young lady for these three days." Leixi bowed her head slightly, her voice calm and steady. Hearing this, Molly's legs involuntarily tightened beneath her skirt. The Madam smiled and gently patted Molly's hand. "Then I can finally relax. I'm leaving now." After watching the black car slowly pull away from the iron gate, Molly and Leixi walked back to the living quarters side by side. The corridor was so quiet that only the sound of their footsteps could be heard. They walked in silence. She felt the warmth of the sun on her face, the delicate touch of the silk nightgown against her skin. She felt the subtle rise and fall of her chest with each breath, the sensation of being a "person." Back in the room, Leixi turned to Molly, her voice low. "Let's begin, young lady." Molly nodded vigorously, a look of almost ecstatic joy in her eyes. She slowly removed her ornate gown and underwear, her naked body exposed to the air. At that moment, a profound sense of liberation washed over her. "From now on... I don't have to pretend to be human anymore." Leixi began to put them on her, one by one— dog ears, an electroshock collar, full-coverage gloves, restraints for her hands and feet, a horse-bit gag, and a three-way nose hook. Then she picked up a small metal tag engraved with "Lewd Sow" and hung it on the collar. After that, she put on the new toys from last night. Once the custom-made contact lenses were on, her pupils appeared to be fixed in an upward gaze. Leixi pulled out her tongue and then used a bungee cord to secure the tongue stud to the collar. Her tongue became impossible to retract, forced into a lewd expression. Finally, Leixi took out two collection devices and attached them to the appropriate positions to collect saliva and fluids. She set the trigger condition on her phone: "Full level activates electric shock, 10 seconds at low setting." Then, she pressed the button for the four-way spreader. "Ah...!" Molly's body trembled violently. Her labia were pulled apart in four directions. With the added tension in two more directions, the exposure was even more complete than before. The sudden stretching, and the feeling of her body being controlled at someone else's whim, filled her with a perverse sense of satisfaction. Her gaze became slightly unfocused, her body trembling lightly. Leixi slowly took hold of the dog leash and said calmly, "From now on, whenever you encounter anyone else, you must greet them with a pig's grunt. You are not to speak human words for these three days." "Also, if you don't keep up during work, I will use the devices on you as punishment." Tears welled up in the corners of Molly's eyes, her body trembling slightly, yet a smile played on her lips. "Let's go, young lady. From now on... you are a complete sow." Leixi pushed the cleaning cart and walked ahead, while Molly followed on all fours. Each time the new nipple rings brushed against the floor, the special patterns on the rings caused rough tugs and vibrations. The swollen sensation from the iron chrysanthemum anal plug inside her made her crawling posture somewhat uncoordinated. When they reached the living room, Xiaomei was wiping the coffee table. The moment she looked up, she froze. The young lady, who had been dignified and beautiful yesterday, now appeared at her feet in this lewd state. The memories of the past week flooded back instantly— Molly struggled to let out a sow's grunt: "Oink... Oink oink...!" Xiaomei's face instantly turned red. She watched as the young lady's drool increased as she tried to greet her. Her face was uncontrollably contorted into a "ahegao" expression, and the "Lewd Sow" tag on her collar made it difficult to look directly at her. Xiaomei said in a trembling voice, "G-good morning, young lady." "Oink...! Oink hmm...!" Molly nodded obediently. Mei noticed the electronic sounds emanating from the Young Mistress but didn't know what they were. The next moment, all the electroshock devices activated simultaneously. "!?!" Jasmine's body arched violently, trembling as if pierced by electricity. "Oah...!!" This was the first time she truly felt the full force of these new toys working in concert. Intense currents surged from the collar, nipple clamps, vulva, inner wear, and anus all at once. It instantly robbed her of the ability to think, leaving her only to instinctively arch her body, emitting startled, chaotic cries from her throat. Mei flinched back a step, her face pale. The electroshock lasted only ten seconds, but it left Jasmine covered in a fine sheen of sweat, her breathing ragged. The shocks made her drool more, and she began to fall into the vicious cycle she had designed herself. Just as she managed to catch her breath, the collector in front of her emitted another "ding." The second jolt was even harder for her to withstand than the first. "Oh... Hah...!!" This time, her cry was noticeably longer than before, tinged with an almost uncontrollable tremor. The current stimulated her increasingly sensitive nerves, causing her to writhe her hips involuntarily, her tail giving a slight twitch. Mei's eyes widened, watching the Young Mistress's appearance become more and more peculiar— It was no longer simple pain, but a pleasure mixed with a certain shame. "Oh, Hah... Hah...!" By the time the third "ding" sounded, Jasmine could barely stay upright. She lay sprawled on the floor, her limbs weak, yet still trembling uncontrollably from the current. Saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth, forming translucent threads. Her cries became broken and rapid, almost tearful: "Oh... Hah, Hah...!! No, don't... Huhm...!!" After the electroshock ended, she collapsed onto the carpet, her shoulders still trembling minutely, her breathing rapid and erratic. After cleaning the study, Lexi led the Young Mistress to the corridor. As Mei prepared to follow, she saw from behind the Young Mistress— Her labia were pulled apart in four directions, exposing the tender pink inner walls to the air. Clear, viscous fluid continuously welled up slowly from the depths. And at the very deepest part, the cervix, which should have been protected by layers and forever hidden within the body. It was now, due to the presence of the dilator, displayed without reservation, like a flower bud forcibly opened. It trembled slightly with each breath and movement of the Young Mistress. Mei felt her mind explode with a "boom," and she could barely stand. She instinctively averted her gaze, yet felt drawn as if by an invisible force, unable to look away. At this moment, Jasmine clearly felt the burning, flustered gaze from behind. ...She'd been seen. The instant this thought crossed her mind, an intense wave of shame surged from her spine to her forehead. Chapter 27: Pet Miss (7) Later, they brought in tables and chairs and prepared an exquisite dinner. The two ate while sharing their day's events. Their gazes occasionally drifted to the snow-white figure illuminated by the lights below. Jasmine's hands were clasped behind her head, her legs spread wide, knees slightly bent. Saliva stretched into long threads, dripping onto her own snow-white thighs. Only twenty minutes had passed. The weight of the heavy shackles, iron plates, and weights already had her entire body trembling. With every tremor, the heavy objects on her body caused her to emit whimpers mixed with saliva through the ball gag. As time ticked by, little by little— When the supervising maid was replaced by Yaqing. Her legs had already begun to shake, and she wanted to bring her legs closer together to relieve the soreness. But she immediately heard Yaqing's gentle voice, softly from the sofa: "Miss... your posture has slipped, quickly... quickly adjust it back." Yaqing didn't immediately act, only reminded her softly. Jasmine bit down on the ball gag, emitting a muffled "Hmph hmm..." through her nose, and quickly spread her legs apart again, straightening her back. But in less than ten seconds, her legs couldn't help but go slightly soft again. This time, Yaqing only sighed softly and picked up the rattan cane beside her. She flicked it once on Jasmine's reddened buttocks—*crack!* "Nngh...!" The force wasn't heavy, but it already made her body arch. The crisp sound echoed in the hall, and a faint red mark immediately appeared on Jasmine's buttocks. Yaqing mostly just reminded her gently, only resorting to actual strikes when Jasmine's posture was severely distorted. For example, when her knees bent too low, or her back sagged noticeably— Even so, with every fall of the cane, Jasmine couldn't help but let out a pleading nasal sound. "Miss, hold on a little longer..." Jasmine nodded reluctantly in response. By the last hour, the supervising maid was changed again. Her personality was strict. As long as Jasmine's knees dipped slightly, her back tilted forward even a little, or her hands slid down even a fraction. She would not hesitate to swing the rattan cane. "Crack! Crack! Crack!" The crisp sounds of whipping echoed continuously in the hall. Jasmine's buttocks were whipped until they were red and swollen, her legs trembling violently. Every lash caused her slightly protruding belly to shake intensely. The thick pig semen inside made a sticky "gurgling" sound. "Hmph hmm...!" Jasmine's tears streamed down her face from the whipping. "Wuu... nngh hmm...!" She could only maintain the posture of her hands behind her head, legs spread apart in a semi-squat, enduring the lashes while looking up at the second floor.