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You come to your senses in complete darkness. For a moment, panic seizes you as you are unsure of what is happening. You are lying on your side, with a slight pain in your shoulders and pressure on your wrists that tells you that your paws are cuffed behind you. The surface you are on is soft, but stable--likely a bed. This guess is backed up by the lack of clothing pressing against your fur save for the tight support of a pair of boxer briefs. Meanwhile, the weight on your eyes tells you that the darkness is due to a blindfold. It's also quiet, very quiet. Your ears swivel, desperate to pick up any sound. Nothing comes back save for the thump of your tail against the mattress and the sound of your heart pounding.

Your heartbeat slows as you memories catch up to you. You remember that you had suggested this, and you are probably in your own bedroom. A quick sniff confirms it, as your nostrils are filled with the familiar scents of home. As your momentary panic subsides, another thought enters your mind. Where is he?

No answer comes, and you are left to lie in the silence and wonder what is going on. Time loses meaning as you lie there in the dark, restrained. You feel pain forming in your shoulders as your arms begin to cramp. You squirm on the bed to find a more comfortable position. You just manage to find one when you hear the bedroom door finally open. A familiar scent fills your nostrils and your tail thumps the bed in excitement. He's finally here.

His scent always reminds you of the ocean breezes at the beach: warm, with just a tang of salt. You're smiling by the time a pair of firm paws reach out to help you sit upright. The blindfold comes off to reveal your boyfriend standing before you.

He is a massive orca, with muscles honed from years of work in the gym. There is a touch of concern in his violet eyes as he studies you, but it fades quickly as he sees that you are excited. Your own eyes trace over his body, and you grow even more excited. He's wearing his "leather daddy" outfit. His powerful chest with massive pectorals and washboard abs is exposed, save for the broad purple X of his favorite harness. The massive bulge of his crotch juts out from a pair of black chaps, contained (barely) by a jockstrap in a matching shade to the harness. His thick fluked tail slowly sweeps the carpet behind him. He smiles and leans in to give you a kiss on the nose.

"You alright babe?" He asks.

You nod. Of course you're okay now that he's here. This was kind of your idea after all. You giggle and squirm as the broad orca muzzle pushes gently into your ear, filling it with warm breath before the moist pressure of his tongue follows. You shudder and moan as your orca nibbles your ear. He knows just how to send those little shocks of pleasure through you.

"Good," he says. "I know this was your idea, but I want to make sure you're good and ready for it."

You nod again, your excitement growing. You've been looking forward to this day for a long time--ever since you worked up the courage to tell your love about your deepest sexual desire. Part of you worried he'd be repulsed by it: that he'd break off your relationship, or at least laugh at you and call you silly like he does when you try and make out with him after having a few too many drinks. Only in your wildest dreams did you ever imagine that he'd agree to it. Your tail thumps the bed again in your eagerness to get started. But your orca backs up and gives you a serious look.

"I want you to be sure this is what you want. Are you sure you're ready? You have to say it."

"I'm ready," you assure him.

"Okay," he says again as he gently puts the blindfold back on you. "So just one more time it's 'snoozy pet,' 'swishy fishy,' and 'breach.'"

"Yes," you confirm. You feel your boxers tighten as your excitement becomes more and more apparent.

You feel the press of his broad snout against your muzzle as he kisses you again.

"Okay. You stay here, I have a few things to set up and then we'll start."

He disappears, leaving you in the dark again. The bedroom door opens and closes. You swallow and hope he won't be gone for long. You just need to shift your position to prevent cramps when the door opens again. Your orca closes the door and you hear him moving around for a few moments. One thing you hear is the CD tray opening. Your ears perk as you wonder just how he'll go about things. He reaches up and runs his paw over your head before he gently pulls your head upright.

"Open big for me, babe."

You do, and feel a couple of pills and some liquid drop into your throat. You swallow and feel a warm numbness spread through your stomach. Your orca's presence disappears, and a new series of sounds begins. It sounds like a babbling brook and maybe some other sounds, but it is barely audible. Your orca returns and removes your blindfold. You sigh happily and smile at him. The numbness is spreading through you, and even with your paws cuffed behind you, you're feeling comfortable. He returns your smile and holds up an item: one of the decorative nautilus shells from the bathroom, with a dowel through the hole at the center. You giggle as he brings it up to your eye level.

"Okay," the orca rumbles. "Last chance. You're sure you want this?"

You nod and agree. Of course you're sure. You've waited your adult life for this moment. He makes sure that the shell is in front of your eyes before he gives it a twirl. The shell spins, forming a spiral.

"Just keep your eyes up here and watch the spiral," he says unnecessarily. "Just relax and watch."

You do just that, keeping your focus on the spiral. It starts small, but seems to grow as you watch. It feels good to watch it, to let it fill your vision and just relax. You feel your body going loose as you relax--soon you are slumped against the headboard and all you can see is the spiral. You sigh contentedly as the tension drains from your body, leaving you warm and numb. Your mind slowly begins to go quiet, your thoughts slowing as the sound of running water fills your mind to replace them. It feels so wonderful to not think and just relax.

"You hear my voice and only my voice."

Of course. Your mind is completely empty except for this new voice and the sound of running water.

"Your eyelids are getting heavy, snoozy pet. You are so relaxed snoozy pet. It is good to be a snoozy pet. So wonderful."

Your eyelids slowly close, as if weights are attached to them. The voice is right, it is so wonderful to be a snoozy pet. You love this feeling, and know you'll feel it again whenever you are called a snoozy pet. New ideas form in your head and the phrases "swishy fishy" and "breach" suddenly have meaning.

More ideas form, the voice filling your empty mind. The sound of running water goes away, and all that is left is the voice. It feels so good to let the voice think for you. You relax and let the words fill you, their meaning clear even though you don't really hear them. It doesn't matter--they are your world. You moan as the words speak of your new position in life, and your cock strains against the confines of your underwear. You feel your body growing warm and swelling. Your chest fills out, the bit of fat around your tummy melts away as your abs shred, and your arms and legs grow. Though they are growing, you somehow know that your new muscles are remaining tight- you're nowhere near as bulky as your orca. Even without seeing yourself, you know that your body has gone from completely average to a muscular but lean build: a swimmer's build--a perfect fish for your orca.

"Swishy fishy."

Your world snaps into focus, and your eyes open. Master is kneeling on the bed in front of you, his broad chest inches from your nose. You gaze upon this perfect specimen of male orca, and know that it is your duty to look up to him and service him like a good pet. He takes such wonderful care of you, and only asks for what you wanted to give any way in return. He smiles that perfect smile of his that sends your heart racing.

"Master," you purr in greeting. You shudder in pleasure--it feels so good to call him that, to know that he will take care of everything for you.

He leans in and kisses your nose before reaching behind you. Your muzzle presses against his massive chest. You inhale his wonderful scent as he opens your cuffs. Like the kind, caring Master he is, he massages your wrists while you press yourself against him. Then he leans back and smiles down at you as he skritches behind your ears.

"Good Pet," he says. "But something's not right. Do you know what it is?"

You ponder the words, but nothing comes to your mind besides the unease at knowing something is wrong and shame that Master is somehow disappointed in you. You look at him, hoping that he will take pity on you for not knowing what he means. He smiles down at you and points down. You follow, and realize that he is pointing at the erection straining at your boxer briefs.

Of course! Pets don't wear clothes. Unless of course their masters give them things to wear. Happily, you reach down remove the silly things you're wearing. That's better. And you feel so much better now that your shaft isn't so confined and your ping pong ball sized testicles are hanging free. Is your equipment bigger than you remember? An odd thought--a pet's cock and balls should be big so that Master can play with them.

Suddenly, a new feeling overwhelms you. You're naked and exposed- that's not right. You cross your legs and hold your paws in front of yourself. Your erection begins to fade in your shame. You roll onto your side so that Master doesn't have to see you like this, but he just chuckles. His large paw comes to rest on your shoulder and he flips you back over to face him. You keep your own paws in front of yourself. He smiles down at you before you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment.

"It's okay Pet," he soothes with a reassuring chitter. "Master isn't bothered by you being naked. But he'll fix it for you."

You open one eye to see Master holding something out to you. When you open your other eye, it comes into focus. Held out in the orca's big paws is a beautiful black leather collar. He turns it so you can read the round metal tag: Orca Pet. Your chest swells with pride at this recognition of your role in life. You roll back and sit up, and lift your chin so that Master can wrap the collar lovingly around your neck. As soon as Master fastens the collar, your shame vanishes: you are as you should be.

"There we are. All better?"

"Yes Master. Thank you so much."

"You are very welcome my beautiful Pet," he replies with another chitter and soothing clicks. A warm feeling spreads through your chest at the compliment. You're not sure you deserve it, but anything Master says must be true. "You are doing so well, you deserve a reward."

You are barely able to let out a delighted squeak before your muzzle is pressed into Master's purple clad bulge. You sigh and shudder in contentment as you breathe Master's musk in. The salty tang his deeper this close to the source, and it fills your very being. You sniff happily, nuzzling the wonderful package that it is your duty and your privilege to service. You coo in pride as Master's cock hardens with your attention, straining the purple fabric and pressing against your face. Your own erection returns, and you feel it throbbing as you continue to pleasure Master. He groans and leans into you even more.

"It's getting kind of uncomfortable," Master chuckles. "Why don't you do something about that?"

You don't require any additional instructions: you work your way Master's bulge to the waistband of his jockstrap. You take it into your teeth and, with a few false starts, free Master's equipment from its fabric confines. You stare up longingly as the rapidly hardening orca shaft flops onto the top of your muzzle.

It's a perfect ebony cylinder with a lovely mushroom shaped head, you swear it's almost as thick as your muzzle. You slowly hook the jockstrap under Master's golf ball sized testicles. You press your nose into them and inhale Master's wonderful musk. He chuckles as your tongue snakes out to trace the black splotches on his scrotum. He lets you taste the salty tang of his balls for a moment before he gently pulls you off and presents his tip to you.

You gasp in delight at Master's generosity to allow you to suck his perfect maleness. You look up and press your tongue tentatively to the underside of his tip while you look up to ask permission. He nods down at you with a patient smile. With a happy moan, you take the offered slab of orca meat into your muzzle and begin to suckle it as the born cock sucker you are.

You work your way slowly down his shaft, reveling in the feel of it filling your muzzle, the scent of the musk rolling off it, the happy chitters and moans Master lets out as you go. You place one paw on Master's muscular hip as you bob on his shaft, massaging it with the tip of your tongue and sucking down the spurts of pre he leaks to you. You moan contentedly, and feel your own shaft throbbing as it grows to full hardness. You're leaking pre as well, so turned on and so happy to serve your Master.

Your snout finally bumps up against his crotch: his shaft fills your entire maw, forcing you to breathe through your nose. You don't mind, as it allows you to inhale even more of his sea air musk. You pick up your pace, bobbing all the way up his shaft until only his tip is in your muzzle before plunging all the way to his base again. Master moans and whispers encouragement, placing one of his paws on your shoulder to steady himself as he shudders at your attention. You pick up your pace, and he squeezes your shoulder making you feel so appreciated. It's so wonderful that you can please the orca so much. The knowledge that you can provide such pleasure causes you to shudder in your own pleasure. You can feel your cock throb and pre leaking from your tip. Part of you knows you'll have to wash the sheets after the wet spot you are making on them, but you don't care. All that matters is what's in your muzzle. You slide up and down the orca shaft that is the center of your world as fast as you can: Master's moans have increased, and he is panting. You hope that you have done well enough that he will let you taste his cum.

Master seems to think so. With a gasp that becomes a moan, he suddenly shoves your face into his crotch. You barely have time to prepare yourself before his whole body shudders and the thick slab of orca meat in your mouth throbs. That's all the warning you get before a torrent of orca cum surges into your throat. You manage to swallow the first wave, but a second and a third pulse overflow your muzzle and begins to leak down your chin onto Master's balls.

Master shudders and leans over you as his orgasm finally subsides. You pull away as Master's perfect cock goes soft in your muzzle, licking as you go to not let any of Master's gift go to waste. Master smiles at you as he collapses, panting next you on the bed. You roll on your side to face him and smile back, happy to have pleased this wonderful orca.

"You were amazing," Master says after a few moments as he leans over to kiss your nose.

You squeak, equally proud and embarrassed by Master's praise. Your tail flicks happily, and your still erect shaft throbs again. Master notices. He sits up and motions you to him. You crawl over, but as you get close, he reaches out and yanks you to him. You let out a yelp that turns into giggles as he sets you in his lap. You settle in, pressed against the hard muscles of his torso with his warm bulge pressing against your rear. He wraps one powerful arm across your chest and rests his chin on your shoulder. His warmth spreads through you, leaving you happy.

His other paw reaches around and begins to stroke your shaft. You shudder and moan in appreciation of your Master's thoughtfulness. He sets a methodical pace, working your member with long, gentle strokes--you know you won't be getting off any time soon. That's fine by you--you love being held by Master, and don't mind staying here as long as possible.

He's whispering now, word that you don't consciously hear, but that settle into your mind. Instructions for your other self: what to wear, how to act, what they will remember of pet time. You have no idea who this "other self" is, but if Master likes him he must be nice. Master nuzzles your neck and ears as he strokes you, and continues to whisper to you. You moan and nod: you know you'll never cum again with Master or one of your toys inside you--and even then, Master will be present. Thoughts of chastity and other kinks float up in your mind, but stay fairly quiet. For now you just enjoy Master holding you as his attentions push you inevitably towards climax.

As the pressure builds inside you, you hope the load you blow will be a big one to show how much you love your life as this orca's pet...