Of course, who wouldn't?

As soon as I take her leash in my hand, she hugs my leg and starts to cry, but this time, it was crying from joy. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she began to repeat fervently.

"I will be a good girl and obedient to you, Greg." those words came from her mouth with a big smile with her head looking up to me; after all, I told her to stay on the floor like an animal and I have not revoked that order yet.

"Well, well, if you are mine, you should start by showing me the proper respect I deserve as your owner." This time, I try to look disappointed, as if she has failed me.

"I am so sorry, Greg. Tell me what I did wrong. I do not want to disappoint you." there was some anticipation in her words; clearly, she wants to improve, to be a better animal.

"You should not address me using my real name unless I told you so. You should address me as Master, and you are only allowed to use my name if someone who does not know you are my pet can hear you. Understand?"

"Yes, Master. I won't happen again, Master."

Ooh, look at her, isn't she cute? On the floor, naked, collared, and smiling for calling me Master. Who man could not fall for this? Who wouldn't want to ravage all her holes and make her innocent, unused body soaked with sweat, cum, piss, and spit? I know, sometimes I could be a romantic guy. She could not be girlfriend material,l but pet material? Sure, she is the perfect domestic animal...well, when I complete her domestication, at least.

"Ok, ok, I will tell you what it implies to be my pet, and if you understand what I say, you will answer me, 'Yes, Master,' ok? ".

"Yes, Master."

"And you will repeat what I tell you in the first person but do all that you can to look cheerful and happy with it, smile, and be grateful. Forget this. You will include everything I told you now in your prayers. Forget this. ". That last part will make her associate her situation with happiness, and I do not just want her to be a pet to be degraded. I want her to be a degraded pet while she happily thanks me for it.

"You are not a person. You never were. You are an animal."

"Yes, Master! Thank you for making me understand I am an animal."

"Animals do not have rights."

"Yes, Master! I do not have rights, thank you! If it weren't for you, I still would believe I have rights."

"Animals do not have opinions. Only the owner's opinion matters."

"Yes, Master! I do not have opinions. Only yours matters. I am grateful because, thanks to you, I can get rid of my opinions."

"Your body, my rules."

"Yes, Master! My body, your rules. I am glad to understand it is not me who owns my body finally."

"Animals require domestication to become proper domestic animals whose owner could be proud."

"Yes, Master! I require domestication to become a proper domestic animal that makes you proud. Please, Master, domesticate me. I want to make you proud!"

"Animals should always obey their masters to be good girls." This time, I do not even try to hide it. There is no problem using animals and girls as synonyms at this point, right?

"Yes, Master! I should always obey you to be a good girl. I want to be a good girl, Master!"

"All women are animals; it's just that most are too foolish to know it."

"Yes, Master! All women are animals; it's just most of them are too foolish to know it. If it weren't for you, I still would be one of those fool girls. Thank God you found me, Master!"

Good, she should not just be an animal at this point because I told her so; she believes it. It is already time to play with my eager pet.

"That's all." Once I finished all the phrases, the fact that she has repeated it all makes her giggle, hug me more, and bring her head closer, rubbing it against my leg. Call me soft, but such cuteness deserves some petting, so I pet her head. It is time to give her a treat, and she deserves it. "Good girl." I know those words will make her happy; every pet loves to hear that.

"One last thing. Your name is not Brooke anymore. I will call you Holes. You should only use Brooke with people who do not know you are a pet, but Brooke is a fake name. Your real name is Holes. Because you are just a set of 3 holes whose only purpose is my enjoyment. Your holes are what gives you worth, nothing more."

"Yes, Master!"

"Who are you?"

"Holes!"

"Who am I?"

"My owner and my Master?"

"What are you?"

"Your pet!"

Ok, all points are clear. Let's start having fun.

"Holes, what experience did you have with men?"

"Nothing, Master. I am a virgin. I was saving myself for the right man to be his wife, waiting for my wedding, but I found you and know I am your pet. That's even better."

"Have you ever kissed a man?"

"No, master!" she looks more eager in this last answer. I think she believes this means we will kiss... and we will, in some sense. But her first kiss won't be like she imagines; it will be different, it will be degrading and humiliating, proper for a pet like her. It will be memorable.

NOTE: Try to guess how Holes/Brooke's first kiss will be. I only will tell you it won't be like a kiss you could see in a romantic movie. A hint: She won't kiss Greg's lips.