Pet for a Day

You told your partner that you wanted to be a pet for a day. “No thoughts, no responsibilities, no job. Just sleeping and eating and getting pet and loved on all day.”

You didn’t really mean it. You certainly didn’t expect it to actually happen.

So when you try to stretch as you wake up the next morning, only to find your legs bound, your first thought is alarm. Your eyes snap open, darting around.

But you’re in your own bed, with your partner cuddling you. “Good morning, my beloved pet~” they murmur in your ear, and you start to calm down a little.

You wiggle around, finding out that your ankles are bound to your thighs, meaning you can’t straighten your legs, but you can move them independently of each other. Thick knee pads scrape against the sheets.

There’s something around your neck, but when you go to feel it, you find that your hands are cased in thick mitts.

“It’s a shock collar,” your partner explains, showing you a remote. “Don’t worry. I won’t turn it up high unless I need to. It’s just to remind you, in case you break any of the rules.”

“What are the rules?” you ask, and promptly flinch as the collar shocks you. It was startling, but it didn’t really hurt. Just a little buzz.

“No talking,” your partner says, sounding more amused than angry. “Pets don’t talk. Just act like a good little pet.”