Give them a new place on the ground

You erase the rule about pigtails and then write a few new rules to continue your experiment. You´d on occasion called Christian your little kitten, though she didn´t mind the kitten part she did seem to mind being reminded of her size. So, why not make petplay a petite lifestyle?

You write:

• Petite women are considered lesser than other humans and are treated as if they were cats or dogs with separate rights.
• Petite women are raised separately and taught to be good petgirl when they grow up. They can talk just fine but can´t really read or write and are banned from all other forms of education.
• Petgirls generally enjoy their place in society and only rarely complain about it. When they do they are muzzled as punishment.
• Petgirls are expected to crawl around on all fours unless they are in a hurry to go somewhere.
• People with a fetish for petite women or petplay may apply for ownership of petgirl and thus become their Masters/Owners.
• Masters/Owners may dress up their petgirls with fetishistic clothing and accessories.
• Masters/Owners may have sex with their petgirls.
• Master/Owners of petgirls get governmetn grants so that they can take good care of their petgirls.

You look up from the rulebook and look over at Christina, who isn´t there anymore. You look down to your left when you feel something nudge it. Its Chrisitna sitting in a squat on the floor next to another petite blonde cutie. Both aren´t wearing much except a collar their their names on them as well as headbands with cat ears on them. They also wear knee pads and thick mittens with paw patterns on them. Finally, Christina has her mouth stuffed with a loosely strapped in ballgag. Now you can finally see what Christina´s been hiding all this time. Her round breasts, smooth skin and you can just see a hint of her pussy.

Christina nudges you again with her cute little nose. "What is it Kitty?" Christina points to her gag and shakes her head. "You want it out?" She nods. "Not happening." "Hrrmph!" She grumps, seemingly irritated. So, you reach down and push her head forward, allowing you to strap the ballgag in tightly. "None of that Kitty." Now the ballgags straps are digging into her cheeks, but she keep quiet.

You were the only one on the café with a petgirl next to you. Some sneaked looks, but most seemed to think it was nothing out of the ordinary. As the waitress came over with your coffee she made shooing noises and nudges your kitties away so she could serve you.

This was pretty damn nice. Maybe you could explore this new world some more or you could experiment with something else?