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I woke up, head pounding, just like every other day. A few kennels down, our master was banging on the bars of a cage. From the distance of the sound I could tell it was Cookie's kennel, and I silently prayed she wouldn't do anything to attract the human's attention. He wasn't there for her, after all, just waking us up for breakfast.

I was hungry, but breakfast had long ago ceased to be anything that got me excited - dry kibble plus some disgusting gravy slop, poured through the kennel gate. Yeah, I'm a dog, sure - but that doesn't mean I like stuff that was originally meant for ferals.

I huddled up and tried to cover myself as best I could when one of the kennel employees walked by to feed me. The only one that really leered at us was the human that ran the place, but I still felt...well, vulnerable. They didn't allow us any clothing here. Flushing red, I crawled up and pulled my dog bowl back so I could eat in peace. It still humiliated me to eat with just my muzzle (the only other option would be to dirty my paws), but I was getting used to being treated like an animal. Furs weren't treated well anywhere in the world, of course, but the average was probably better than what I was dealing with now.

Unfortunately, since we aren't recognized citizens, all this was perfectly legal. Being a female furry made me a target for verbal, physical, and even sexual abuse from humans, but for once, I was glad not to be born a male - while several of the males here had been neutered, none of the females were subject to sterilization. Of course, depending on who bought me, that could change.

I glanced back down to my dog dish from my ruminations, finding it empty. I sighed, then set it back to its assigned spot. I'd kept it at the back my first day here, only to have my breakfast thrown on the floor where it should have been. I didn't want to risk finding out what the punishment was for leaving a mess, so I cleaned it all up.

The next couple hours passed slowly. A few humans came through. One of them adopted the male in the kennel next to me - I almost wish it would have been me. Being a human's pet was humiliating - even given our standing in society, we still had some measure of pride. The family that took him home though looked nice. Being a pet was better than being someone's sex toy. Or something worse - we had some legal protections but it wasn't like anyone really cared if one of us went missing. After all, we're just dogs, and easily replaced.

Sorry, I can get bitter about it sometimes. It's easy for me to get depressed about it.

I'm not sure how much later it was - I think sometime near the end of the business day - that was when he came through. The guy who bought me.

I cowered at the back of my kennel when he came into the room, hoping to avoid being noticed, or at least hoping he wouldn't see anything he liked. I had no such luck.

"Dutch shepherd?" he asked. "Don't see many of those."

"She's not very friendly," one of the kennel workers said. I wasn't sure what her name was, I didn't bother to learn any of them. I didn't care. I was just glad she was throwing the human off me. I didn't know what this human male wanted, but I didn't want to risk finding out. Chances are I wasn't just going to be his faithful canine pet.

"Oh?"

"She isn't mean or anything, but she keeps her distance."

"She's very pretty. Can you get her to come forward?"

Shit. I prayed to any god that would listen that he would find something, anything, undesirable in me. I got up and walked forward though, knowing the routine. I covered myself as best I could, blushing.

"Drop your paws, Cinnamon." Yeah, Cinnamon. That's what the shelter called me. I whined in response, not wanting to expose myself.

"No, it's fine, she's embarrassed. Why does she have nothing to cover herself with?"

"She's...she's just a dog, sir." He started to say something when the employee interrupted him again. "And it's a way to save money. We're terribly underfunded." The second answer seemed to satisfy him. I kept my gaze down, trying to imagine myself anywhere other than where I was.

My curiosity, however, was piqued. Usually men wanted to see...well, all of me. Did he really care about my modesty? Maybe this human was...well, decent?

"Is she spayed?"

"No. We neuter some of the feistier males, but we don't bother with the females. Doesn't seem to affect their behavior any." I blushed, though not out of embarrassment. I hated being talked about like I was a dumb animal. I was right there, and quite capable of understanding everything they said.

"Can you get her out so I can see her?"

"Really? Um...sure! She's been here awhile, I'm sure she'd love to go home with you. The room is just at the end of the hall there."

I let out a low growl that neither of them, thankfully, heard. I was _quite_capable of thinking for myself.

"Down, Cinnamon!" the overly-cheerful employee said. I grimaced, but did what I was told, dropping to all fours so she could clip a leash onto my collar. I kept myself covered as best I could on the way over to the interview room, entering with both humans (thankfully, they didn't make me walk on all fours).

"Let me know when you're done with her!" she said, closing the door and leaving me alone with him. I backed up into the corner of the room, looking at him suspiciously. Surprisingly, I didn't see any lust on his face. Just curiosity. I couldn't stop from shaking though, in terror. Cookie had been raped in this room just last week, and I'd nearly been only two weeks ago.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he said, in a smooth voice. Something in it made me relax. The man was...I don't know. Trustworthy? Dogs have good instincts about humans. I decided to trust mine, although I kept my guard up.

"What's your name?" he asked. "I assume you would not prefer to be called Cinnamon," he added, with a small laugh.

I shook my head. "J-Jasmine," I stuttered quietly.

"That's a very pretty name, Jasmine," he said. I felt a bit of anger - he was talking to me like I was a toddler...but despite that, I felt better.

"How long have you been here?"

"T-ten...t-t-ten months, s-sir."

"Are you cold? I can have them bring a blanket."

"N-no. Just scared," I added. "The other d-dogs...s-some of them...i-in here...they..." I couldn't finish the thought, but he evidently was able to read between the lines.

"I can't promise you what will happen outside these walls, Jasmine, but I promise you that while you are in here with me, you won't be harmed. Do you believe me?"

It was a genuine question. And I sensed honesty in him. I calmed down a little more, and nodded my head.

"Would you feel better if I let you wear my jacket? Something to cover up?" I nodded my head again. He passed me the garment over the table, and I put it on. I believed he meant me no harm, but being naked in the same room with a male did not do anything at all to make me feel safe.

"Do you have any questions for me? I'm considering adopting you today, but I'd like you to feel good about it too. Take your time."

I blinked in surprise. I'd been in the interview room a few times, but nobody had ever wanted me to ask _them_questions.

"I...I've never...nobody has ever cared what I think before," I said quietly.

"Well, I'm not most people."

"I can sense that. Th-thank you," I said, stuttering despite myself. The human stayed silent, waiting for me.

"Do you...what do you want...want me for?" I said, with a lot of hesitation.

"You're worried I just want you for sex?" he said, bluntly. I dropped my ears and huddled up a little, nodding, and trying not to tear up. I hated appearing weak in front of him, but it was a constant fear, and a very real one considering the kinds of homes some dogs wound up in.

"I won't lie to you Jasmine, I find you very attractive. It's why I'm in here talking with you now. I'm a single guy; that's certainly something on my mind." I whimpered, and this time, the tears were real.

"But I'm not ever going to touch you like that without your permission, Jasmine. Okay? Only if you want it, and only with your consent. You don't have to ever give it if you don't want to. I would be fine just having a friend, and...well, something pretty to admire. But that is as far as things would go, okay?"

I didn't smell any deceit on him. Perhaps he was being honest. And something about him...well, maybe I'd be able to get used to him, and if all he was doing was looking...well, I might not mind that. It had been so long since anyone had complimented me on my body in a way that wasn't objectifying me. He had called me attractive, and pretty. He admired my body? For the first time in a long time, I felt a bit of pride.

"What...what would be expected of me?"

"I'm buying you as my pet, and I would like to be friends, to have someone to pass the time with."

"Friends are equals. I'm just a dog. How can I be your friend if I'm your pet?" I practically spit the last word out.

"Friends are in how we treat each other, and in how we trust each other. It's something that is built over time. We aren't equals, Jasmine, and we never will be, but we can treat each other with respect, can't we?"

I wanted to make some smart remark about respect and being someone's pet, but he seemed genuine, and for some reason...I didn't want to hurt his feelings. So I just nodded, instead.

"I'd expect you to do some household chores. Nothing major. Cleaning, mostly. I would also expect you to wear what I give you."

He said it so nonchalantly that I almost missed the slight tinge of embarrassment creeping into his voice. He'd been very blunt about finding me attractive before - what was so embarrassing about clothing me? It'd be far more than what I came into this room with.

"You want me walking around the house in my underwear?" I said, with a small grin, pushing back a little. "It's...more than I am given here. If I am not worrying about being raped, I...I could learn to be okay with that."

"S-something like that," he said. I furrowed my brows. He wasn't telling me something. What was it? I decided to leave it there, though. I was starting to like this human. Maybe he wasn't perfect, but I'd been here ten months, and was ready to get out. He seemed like a decent fellow.

"Would you...spay me?" I asked, grimacing again. Being subjected to the kinds of sterilization procedures ferals are put through for population and behavioral control was barbaric, but it was an unfortunate reality of being a dog.

"No. Not unless it's something you desired. Understand, Jasmine, that I would still consider you my pet, and I will expect you to obey me. But, I will give you a lot more autonomy than many humans would. Particularly in something like that, your input would carry a lot of weight."

I frowned. He didn't see me as an equal, and likely never would. But...maybe I could be okay with that?

"My turn to ask a few more questions," he said. "Are you housebroken?"

I scowled. "I'm not a dumb feral, I know not to pee on the floors."

"I'm sorry," he apologized in a way that instantly made me feel bad. "I don' t know a lot about dogs. I wasn't sure if I'd have to train you or not."

"No, I'm...it's fine," I said, calming down now that I realized he'd meant no offense.

"Any medical issues I need to know about?"

I shook my head. I was a very healthy girl.

"Would you like to sleep in my room, or have your own?"

"I...I would like my own, if that is okay. I-if you want me in yours...um...could I have time to...get used to you, first?"

He nodded. "Of course."

"So...a-are you going to get me?" I asked, not sure which answer I wanted.

"Are you okay with that?" he replied.

I didn't do anything for a few moments, then took a deep breath, and nodded. "As long as I can know your name," I said, giving a genuine smile.

"Simon," he said, then got up to knock on the door.

~

The ride home was mostly uneventful. We didn't talk much. He let me ride up front, which was the first time I'd been in a vehicle and NOT inside a damn cage. He gave me a blanket to cover up with, for which I was thankful. He told me my proper attire was waiting at his house - and there was that weird timbre to his voice again. Soon enough I'd find out what he wasn't telling me.

We pulled up to his house, and I gasped. It was huge. It was set back in a small, lightly wooded hill. There was an old, beautiful, vined brick & iron wall surrounding the estate. It wasn't really a Victorian mansion, not really, but it had an...older, more refined quality to it nonetheless. It was grand, and quaint, at the same time.

He looked over at me, clearly amused at my awe. "Simon, this is...you're rich!"

"I have some money, yes. And...I hope it's not going to be an issue, but I expect you to call me Master." I frowned a little, but nodded. A small sacrifice. I already knew he consider himself my better, this wasn't anything new. At least he was still respectful toward me. And let me keep my birth name, instead of some dumb feral name.

He picked up my leash, then looked at me. "Can I trust you to be a good girl and go inside, or do I need the leash?"

I blushed, and almost_got mad. He was speaking to me like I was a pet. Well, I was a pet, but...ugh. I wanted to be mad at him, but I couldn't. He was just too nice a guy. And, too, there was something deep down inside me that _really liked being told that I was a good girl.

I nodded. "I'll be good."

"Good girl. That's what I like to hear," he said, reaching over and patting me atop the head. I got that warm, cozy feeling again. And like last time, I wished I could have gotten mad instead.

Master walked around to the other side of the car and opened the door for me, taking my paw to help me out. The blanket slipped off me, and I instinctively covered myself up. Master picked it up and draped it around my shoulders, however, giving me some modesty.

"Thank you, Si...Master," I said, meekly. He nodded in approval.

We walked inside, and I was surprised at how much smaller the place looked from inside. It was still big, mind you, but there were a lot of different design tricks going on to make it look more like a country cottage than a mansion.

"Go to my bedroom and lay down on the bed. I'll be there in a few moments with some supplies. It's just past the staircase, and the third door on the left." I glanced at him, and he must have noticed the worry in my eyes.

"Y-you said-" I started.

"No, no, Jasmine," he said, stroking the side of my head. I leaned into his hand despite myself. The reassurances were comforting. Nobody had tried to make me feel good in...years. "Not that. Don't worry. I told you that would only be if you wanted it, and I meant it. Okay?"

I found his room with no trouble, and I sat down on his bed. Despite myself, I was still nervous. A human male who had just bought me, owned me like property, and had told me he found me very attractive only two hours ago told me to go to his bedroom and lay down on the bed. Though I found myself tending to trust him, it was impossible not to be a bit apprehensive.

He came in a few moments later, with some things inside a plastic bag. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Okay, Jasmine, I need you to trust me. I need you to set your blanket aside and lay down on your back on the bed. I'm going to dress you in your outfit, okay?

"I...I can't dress myself?"

"I prefer to do it. I won't touch you in any inappropriate way, okay?"

I nodded and breathed in sharply, my breath a bit ragged. I didn't detect any dishonesty...but this was going to take a lot of trust.

I laid back, and cast the blanket aside, my ears flushing red. I could tell he was...admiring me, but it wasn't like the other men that came through the shelter. Sure, he was still objectifying me...but this wasn't...evil. He was admiring me as a woman, too.

He smiled, pet my head a few times, then pulled a white plastic square out of the bag. It took me a few moments to realize what it was, and when I did, I shot straight up.

"A d-diaper?!?" I shouted. "What...what's that for?"

"It's for you. I expect you to wear it."

"B-but...I told you I was housebroken! I don't need diapers!"

"I know that," he said, calmly.

"I...I..." I stopped remembering what I'd told him, that I'd wear whatever he expected me to. I'd expected skimpy lingerie, though, not...not a diaper. I could at least feel...sexy, in nice underwear.

"H-how...how long?" I asked, not really wanting the answer.

"Well...for the rest of your life, I suppose," he said, as though it were perfectly obvious. "Sometimes I may want you to wear something else as well, and I will let you know, but while I am your Master, you'll be in diapers."

I whined. "P-please don't, Master, I'll...I'll wear something really...really sexy, I don't care what...just...don't..."

"I think you would look quite...well, "sexy" in a diaper. And it's what you are going to wear while under my care," he said in a very final tone.

I whined again, this time, defeated. "Please..." I whispered. "It's humiliating," I said, hanging my head and folding my ears back.

"Oh, I know, puppy. But it's okay," he said, petting my head again.

"Why?" I said, trying to hold back tears.

"Because it's what I want. I bought you, and you're mine to dress how I please. This will please me."

I nodded, though I must not have been very convincing.

"Jasmine, please, for me, okay? I am giving you shelter, feeding you, giving you a lot more respect than most other humans would."

"Y-yes. Yes you are," I said, monotone.

"This is the only thing I ask in return. And it will just be between you and me. Alright?"

I nodded. "Will I have to..." I started to ask, already knowing the answer.

"Yes," he confirmed. "We'll go over the rules once I get you changed, okay?" I nodded.

"Okay." I laid back down, preparing to get taped into my first diaper since I was a puppy.

"Lift up your bottom, puppy," he said. I did so, and he slid the diaper underneath me, threading my tail through the tail-hole. He spread a bit of baby powder around - laughing a bit when I sneezed. I just blushed. He never did touch me in a bad way, just like he'd promised. Once done with the powder, he pulled the diaper up between my legs and taped me into it. He slipped his fingers around the leg bands, just like I had with a friend's puppy, checking to make sure the leak guards were in the right spot. He pulled me up into a sitting position by my paws. I looked down and frowned when I noticed the infantile designs on the taping panel.

"Very good girl, Jasmine. Since you were so good, I'll let you wear a t-shirt, too, something to cover up with."

I almost protested - I thought at least I'd be able to wear something over that diaper. My diaper. I blushed, thinking about it like that. But, I kept my mouth shut. Most humans wouldn't have bothered to clothe me, period. After all, I'm "just a dog."

He pulled out a pastel pink t-shirt from the bag, and told me to raise my arms up. I grumbled, knowing I was quite capable of putting it on myself...but I didn't protest. All in all, I suppose being this guy's puppy was way better than being his sex toy.

He tugged a bit at the waistband of my diaper, making sure the fit was good. I fidgeted, of course. I was wearing a damn diaper and being doted on like was two years old, not twenty-two. The t-shirt didn't quite come down to the top of my diaper, leaving my belly button exposed.

"You look so cute, you know that?" he said.

I grumbled something incoherent in response.

He just laughed again. "It's okay, puppy, you'll get used to it. Thanks for putting up with it for now, though," he said.

"You said there were rules?" I said, not really wanting to talk about it...but I didn't want to get into trouble, either.

"Right, right. Well, I didn't tell you everything at the shelter, but...I bought not just to have in bed - with your consent, of course - and not just for a friend, but to be my puppy. It's...something I want. That's all you need to know. If you are very good for the next couple months, and it's still something you want, I may consider letting you be an adult on the weekends. You'll still have to wear a diaper, but I'll let you cover them up and we won't do any of the other puppy stuff."

I nodded. I'm not sure why I believed him at the time - he clearly had no intention of following through on that.

"Well, here's how this is going to work, okay? Like I said before, I expect you to use your diapers. That's why you're wearing them."

"I'm housebroken," I said, flatly.

"I doubt that will last," he said, with a smirk. "I was kind of hoping you weren't, that's why I asked the question. It would make diaper-training you a bit easier. I have no intention of ever potty-training you, so there's no point in holding on to your continence. It'll be a lot easier on you if you just let go and accept this."

I harumphed, probably looking a lot more like the baby I was trying very hard NOT to look like.

"You'll get as many diaper changes as you need during the day, but that's at my discretion. You're not to come to me and ask to be changed, I'll check your diaper from time to time and determine if it's necessary. Standing around me and obviously fidgeting counts as asking, and all that will do is earn you a spanking and a wet diaper on your bottom. If you're wet, I expect you to just keep doing whatever you are doing. I'll be a bit more lenient if you have a messy diaper, that's more difficult to ignore. You're still not allowed to ask, though - I will leave you in a dirty diaper for an extra hour or two if you decide to break that rule - on top of getting a spanking."

I blushed furiously. It was bad enough having to wear these stupid things, and here my master was talking about me walking around with a full diaper like it was nothing. How could he talk about all this like he was serious? This was like some...fucked up fetish play. I wasn't into this at all! But then again, I'm his pet. My consent wasn't required. And as much as I hated to admit it, he was still honest - he hadn't touched me, sexually, at all. It was starting to become clear to me why he bought me. It was for...all this.

I just hoped he had really been honest about wanting to be friends. Right now I wanted to be anything but with this man...but if I was going to be living the rest of my life here, I didn't want my only relationship dynamic to be that of a puppy and her daddy. Friends would be nice.

"You look so cute when you're pouty," he said, grinning. "I always thought Dutchies would look adorable in diapers. I'm glad to see you're proving me right."

I didn't say anything. I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that by some fucked up roll of the dice, I'd be pissing and shitting in diapers for the rest of my life - and wondering why I wasn't screaming and clawing and trying to get out of this house.

"Am...will I have to go out of the house like this?" I asked.

Master nodded. "Occasionally I'll let you cover up your diapers. I'll have your diaper bag with me though, so I'm not sure how well you're going to avoid others finding out, if that's what you're worried about." he said, grinning. "It's not exactly that rare of a sight anyway. Housetraining problems aren't common, but there's enough of you that I doubt anyone would look twice." I dropped my head and grit my teeth, trying to avoid crying.

"Aw, puppy, I'm sorry, I'll stop teasing. I'll keep you safe. Come here," he said. Despite myself, I leaned into him for a hug...and cried. I don't know why I did it, or why I went to him for comfort. All these emotions...so much had happened in just a few short hours. And as I thought back on it...I realized that...well, maybe, just maybe, I could like this. In time, anyway. Being this man's puppy.

Three hours ago I was still expecting to spend yet another ten months having everything below my neck leered at, being constantly molested, and wondering whether I was going to get raped every time I went into the interview room. Now...now I was being held in this man's arms, his smooth fur-less hands stroking along my back, patting the seat of my diaper, telling me everything was going to be okay...and more than that, I believed him. Maybe being a puppy was worth that trade-off. I could do it...he was offering a lot, and only asking for me to give up a bit of my adult pride in return.

"Master?" I whispered.

"Yes, baby girl?" he replied, with not even a hint of condescension in his voice.

"I...I think I could be your puppy," I said, smiling, and letting my bladder release.

He didn't even need to tell me that I was a good girl. I knew it.

v1.1 - Adjusted some wording.