A weekend as a pet

I'll call her "Anna", she is a woman in her forties, lives in a city a few hours drive from my home. She is sweet, dominant but not at all sadistic. She uses very little physical discipline, even if the stick is there it's mostly carrot.

She uses me as a pet. I love to be her pet.

Friday she picked me up after dinnertime and drove off with me curling up in the front seat of her enormous urban assault vehicle, leash in place. A rather tent - like dress covering my nakedness. It's a dress that makes me look like I'm covering up being fat. In reality it's perfect for transport situations. I'm covered if seen, but still very easily accessible.

We drive to her summer cabin on the coast and then I didn't see the dress again until the return transport late last night.

For the whole weekend I haven't uttered more than a very few words. I have whimpered and made all sorts of small sounds communicating my needs and reactions to her ministrations. I have eaten mashed food out of a bowl, and had my face lovingly cleaned afterwards. I have devoted myself to serving her with my mouth, I have passively taken certain implements into my body, and received as her gift to me several orgasms.

I have not pretended to be a dog or a cat or anything like that, I have just been her pet. Her girl-pet so to speak. Her devoted, affectionate, loving, cuddly little girl-pet.

I have cavorted around naked, mostly inside this time. (too cold still for a lot of outside play) and she has been training me in the begging for food and begging for sex positions.

She has exercised me.

I enjoy my weekends with "Anna", and look forward to the next.

I love you "Anna"