The USA has finally fell into a dystopian reality, men were no longer content to simply own their wives and daughters; they now had access to an entire marketplace of women who could be "adopted" as pets. The process was simple: a man would enter one of these establishments, peruse through the rows upon rows of women on display like so many pieces of meat, choose his selection based on breed, age, and temperament, and then pay a hefty sum for the privilege of owning her.

I had been to several pet stores before, but something about this particular day drew me in as if by fate. I was not sure what it was that made me pause at the display case where she lay; perhaps it was the way her dark eyes seemed to pierce through my soul or maybe it was just the sheer beauty of her porcelain skin and voluptuous curves. Whatever the reason, i knew instantly that this woman would be my next pet.

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"Excuse me, sir," said a voice from behind. "Would you like some assistance?"

I turned to see an attendant standing there with a clipboard in hand, eagerly awaiting my response. "Yes," I replied curtly. "I'll take her." I pointed at the woman who had captured my attention moments before. The attendant nodded approvingly and walked over to retrieve her.

As we made their way towards the cashier, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of excitement building within. This was going to be different - I could tell already. I knew that once I got home with her, she would belong entirely to me, and I wouldn't have to share her with anyone else ever again.

Once we arrived at my apartment complex, the attendant assisted me in carrying the woman inside. Once there, she was unceremoniously tossed onto the floor like a sack of potatoes before being led on a leash to the bedroom where the real fun could begin.

I wasted no time getting down to business; I stripped off my clothes and climbed into bed with her, mounting her roughly from behind. She whimpered in pain as I thrust my cock deep inside her, but I barely noticed - all that mattered now was asserting my dominance over this new pet.

I continued to ravage her for what felt like hours, hardly pausing to catch my breath. When I finally reached the point of exhaustion, I pulled out and collapsed next to her on the bed, panting heavily. As I lay there recuperating, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction wash over me - this was exactly what owning a pet should be like!

Over the weeks that followed, I continued to take full advantage of his newfound freedom as a pet owner. I would often bring her out in public on leash, humiliating her by forcing her to bark and fetch for strangers who passed by. And at night, when we were alone together in the privacy of our own home, I would treat her like nothing more than an object to be used and discarded - a plaything that belonged solely to me.

But despite all the degradation and abuse she endured, my pet never complained or fought back against her master's cruel whims. Instead, she seemed almost content in her role as a submissive companion, always ready and willing to please her owner no matter what was desired...

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I need a Pet, is that you? Help me give this pet a personality. She'll need to be punished and rewarded for being a good pet.

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