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That was really the story of my almost six years with Janet. Janet was chief surgical nurse at the major hospital in our city and I was a patient having minor surgery after an accident. After my release I invited her out and our courtship proceeded in whirlwind fashion.

Soon we found that sex with each other was spectacular and soon after that we married. It took about a year for us to realize that we had made a huge error. Our sex life was great but outside of the bedroom or kitchen or living room we found we had nothing in Bdsm pet stories. My life revolved around pushing up the corporate ladder at a large investment bank by spending many hours working deals in mergers and acquisitions. More than that we found our tastes were not compatible. We spent the next two or three years trying to accommodate the other person and build some common interests including some spectacular vacations.

While we had some very enjoyable times we never really meshed outside of sex. While Janet nominally had shifts, an accident could result in long overtime in surgery. Most of my work involved international clients and often required long early morning telephone calls to London, Brussels and Frankfurt and equally long late night calls to Tokyo and Hong Kong.

The last couple of years we were more like two strangers sharing a house. In fact we both held off on hiring lawyers while we focused on how we would divide our not inconsiderable assets. Actually we were doing pretty well on that until we came to the issue of the pre-nuptial Bdsm pet stories.

Let me explain. When we got married Janet and her parents insisted we a pre-nuptial agreement. Janet had a trust fund that had been an inheritance from her grandparents. At the time my only asset was a little over acres of rocky, worn out farm land that my father had left me. The land was leased to sheep ranchers and the grazing fees barely covered the county real estate taxes. That made my land worth something in excess of a cool million dollars.

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Of course there would be taxes and fees, but the taxes would be at the capital gains rate and the fees on large transactions would be negotiated at much less than normal brokerage fees. In sum my useless property was now quite valuable. As you might imagine I saw no reason not to abide by the terms of the agreement. That was the status on that fateful Saturday morning when we sat down for breakfast. It was then that I realized the room was spinning and I was having trouble lifting my toast to my mouth.

The last thing I remember was Janet grinning at me. I woke up feeling strange. My head was hanging down and I realized that my knees and elbows were tied down to the feet of our living room hassock. I groggily pushed up and realized that a belt or strap of some sort held my chest to the hassock.

As I became more awake I realized that I was nude. I could have done all this while you were still asleep but I wanted to be certain you enjoyed every minute of it. Who tied me down? Just be patient and I will explain everything. Untie me and let me get up. I heard a whooshing sound and Bdsm pet stories impacted my ass, impacted it hard. You are going to become my pet dog and dogs walk on all fours. Now stop this stupid game and let me up.

Janet picked up a syringe and pressed the needle into my arm. I could feel the fluid as she injected me. I heard the whoosh again and felt something impact on my ass again.

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Eventually she stopped and came around in front of me. Janet squatted down and lifted my head by pulling up on a handful of my hair until she could Bdsm pet stories me in the eyes. It is a neuromuscular blocker. To simplify for a dumb money grubber like you, that means it effectively paralyses the muscles. They dipped their blow gun darts in curare and shoot small animals. That would be much too easy for you. You are going to spend many years as nothing but a dog. I tried to talk her out of whatever she had planned, even promising to waive the pre-nuptial agreement.

None of this had any effect on Janet as she cleaned and injected my other arm. She actually smiled at me as she told me to save my breath. Besides, this will let me avoid the mess of a divorce. Instead you are just going to abandon me.

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I have it all planned out. Instead Janet lifted my hand to my shoulder and began to wrap it in medical tape. When she finished my Bdsm pet stories had been taped into a fist and my wrist was taped to my shoulder. She continued to wrap tape around my arms welding my forearms to my biceps and effectively rendering me helpless.

With both arms wrapped she produced two plastic objects with paw like p on the bottom. The upper part was a cup like shape lined, as I learned, with rubber padding. Janet then showed me a thick leather collar with a protrusion on one side. I warned you to be quiet. That is an anti-bark collar around your throat. If you try to talk or even whisper it will sense the vibrations as the air passes over your vocal cords and give you a very nasty shock. Last week, when you were in Europe, I had an invisible fence wire installed underground. If you go anywhere near it you will feel a warning tingle but if you continue to approach you will get the same debilitating shock.

Just so you know, the wire runs across the front of the house and down both sides. I decided to be generous and had them run it down the sides and across the bottom of the back yard. That way you can romp and play in the back just like the puppy you are going to be. Janet pressed the button and must have held it down for a few seconds as the pain seemed to go on forever.

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As I became more aware I realized that she had pushed my flaccid cock into some sort of tube and was closing a locking ring around my scrotum. I was about to protest the chastity device when I remembered the terrible pain that the collar could generate.

I bet a man could cut it off with a bolt cutter or perhaps even pry it open with a screw driver. She was enjoying this while I was completely helpless. Little dicky indeed. She had never had any complaints about my dick when we were having sex. She was, I realized, just trying to humiliate me even more. Still I was a bit worried about the chastity belt. Surely she would allow me some sex.

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Perhaps, I thought hopefully, with her, but if not surely she would let me masturbate. Further Janet must have doped the coffee before I even came into the kitchen.

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