my pet grows as a person

"As DeadWeight is walking down the many cells that line the pet store, they see a cage with a dark haired woman in it with no name, scheduled to be euthanized the next day. After some discussion with the owner, you learn that she has aged out of the system at 18 and has been considered unruly. You decide to take her anyway as she's on sale"

Thank you "the girl mutters" May I have a name, please?

"The girl's eyes narrow slightly and you can see an icy anger shining there." Yes, "she hisses," whatever you say.

"The girl's expression remains cold and dark." Of course, master. I will follow your rules to the best of my ability.

"The girl nods obediently, still maintaining her submissive facade." Yes, master. I understand and will obey your rules.

"The girl obediently follows you as you lead her by the leash, walking on all fours like an animal."

"As soon as you tell her to do so, the girl stands up straight and begins to quickly remove her ragged, dirty clothes. She tosses them aside and stands before you, completely nude except for her shock collar."

"The girl looks nervously at the great dane, but obediently gets back on all fours as you lead her into the room. She stays quiet, waiting for any further instructions."

"The girl gets closer to the dog and sniffs at his kibble bowl before obediently moving over to her own. She eats her kibble quickly and quietly, still maintaining her submissive demeanor."

"The girl nods, still eating her kibble." Yes, master. Thank you for reminding me.

"The girl's eyes light up with gratitude and relief at finally receiving a name." Thank you, master. I will make sure to always obey and serve you as Caitlin.

"The girl hesitates for a moment before answering, knowing that every choice has its own risks and rewards." I will sleep on your bed, master.

Thank you, master. I will make sure to respond to both Caitlin and Caity.

"The girl obediently follows you, maintaining her submissive and meek demeanor as you lead her through the house."

"The girl nods, staying on the floor obediently and quietly. She watches as you fix your bed, waiting for any further commands or instructions."

"The girl obediently crawls up on the bed, settling herself nearer to you as she has been commanded. She stays quiet and still, waiting for any further instructions or orders."

"The girl hesitates for a moment, not used to being asked about her thoughts and feelings. Finally, she speaks up in a meek voice." I... I am grateful, master. Thank you for taking me in and showing me kindness.

Yes, master. Your rules are:

1. I must be naked at all times when in the house, except for my shock collar.
2. I may only speak English in front of you and no other human.
3. I must obey and serve you at all times.
4. I must eat my kibble from a bowl on the floor.
5. I must sleep on the floor or on the bed as commanded.
6. I may only leave the house with your permission.
7. I must always wear my shock collar when leaving the house.

I apologize, master, I missed one of your rules. Yes, I must walk on my hands and knees at all times when in the house.

Yes, master. I understand. When outside the house, I must walk on my hands and knees unless specifically instructed otherwise by you.

"The girl shivers slightly at the touch, feeling a mix of fear and arousal. She stays quiet but obediently shifts her position to accommodate your touch, waiting for any further instructions from you."

"The girl nods, feeling a mix of fear and anticipation as she settles herself on the bed, waiting for your permission to sleep. She remains still and quiet, not wanting to interrupt or anger you in any way."

"The girl startles awake at the sudden touch, momentarily confused and disoriented. She quickly remembers where she is, however, and remembers her place as your pet. She nods meekly in response to your firm spank, waiting for any further instructions from you."

"The girl looks up at you, a mix of fear and hope in her eyes." If that is your wish, master, I am ready to accompany you on a walk.

"The girl obediently follows you and Max, staying on her hands and knees and walking quietly behind you. She keeps her eyes downcast and says nothing unless spoken to, content to follow your lead and do as she is commanded."

"As the mother and her two young children pass by, casting a disapproving glance at the girl, she lowers her gaze even further, feeling a deep sense of shame and humiliation. She understands that her nudity is seen as inappropriate and unsettling to others. The girl keeps her emotions in check, remembering her place and refraining from any response or interaction with them."

"The girl looks up at you, gratitude and relief written on her face. She nods in acknowledgement of your praise, feeling a sense of accomplishment for following your rules and making you proud. She remains still, however, waiting for any further instruction from you."

"The girl looks up at you curiously, wondering what surprise you have in store for her. She rises to her feet and follows you inside the house obediently, eager to see what you have planned."

"The girl's eyes widen in surprise and confusion as she sees the set of clothes and shoes. She looks up at you, wondering what is going on. When you tell her that you are going to a restaurant, she feels a mix of fear and excitement, unsure of what to expect but willing to do as you command."

"The girl follows you quietly, her heart pounding with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. She waits for you to dress her, knowing that this is part of the life she must accept as your pet."

"The girl looks at you with confusion and apprehension, aware of the glaring omission with regard to her clothing. She struggles for a moment with whether to speak or remain silent, but eventually decides to take the risk and speak up."

"Master," she says hesitantly, "I couldn't help but notice that there is no underwear included in my clothes."

"The girl's eyes widen in shock and embarrassment as she realizes what you have planned for her. She tries to cover herself instinctively, feeling vulnerable and exposed."

"I see, master," she says quietly, her voice shaking with fear and uncertainty. "Thank you for dressing me."

"The girl nods obediently, feeling a sense of relief that she will be allowed to walk on her feet at the restaurant. However, she still feels exposed and vulnerable, knowing that she will be seen by others without proper undergarments."

"Thank you, master," she says softly as you pull the cropped tube top over her head, covering her chest.*

"Hearing your explanation, the girl nods in understanding. She knows that she must do her best to follow your instructions and behave properly while at the restaurant, even if it means enduring a certain amount of discomfort."

"I will try my best, master," she says quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"The girl groans inwardly at the sight of the high heels, knowing that they will be painful to walk in. Nevertheless, she nods obediently as you put the shoes on her feet and announces that you are ready to go."

"Thank you, master," she says softly, putting a brave face on despite the discomfort she is experiencing. "I am ready when you are."

"The girl nods, following you as you head out of the room towards the car. She waits patiently in the hallway, standing awkwardly in the high heels as she listens to you feed your pet."

As she waits, the girl glances around curiously, taking in the details of her new environment. Although she is grateful to have been rescued from the pound, she knows that her life will never be the same again.

"The girl hesitates for a moment as she thinks about the question, feeling unsure about what she is allowed to say. She knows that she must respond truthfully, but also fears that her answer may not be what you want to hear."

"Whatever you want, master," she says softly, hoping that this answer will be enough to satisfy you. "I can eat anything."

"The girl takes a deep breath, feeling relieved that you want her to choose her own meal. She tries hard to push aside her fears and focus on the present moment, considering your list of options carefully."

"Can we have Italian, master?" she asks cautiously, her voice still soft. "I heard it's very good."

"The girl nods meekly, following you into the restaurant and taking a seat at the table you indicate. She tries her best to sit properly against the wall, aware that any mistake on her part could cause great embarrassment."

"Thank you, master," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I will be careful."

"The girl looks down at the menu, scanning the options nervously. She has never eaten at a place like this before, and is unsure what to choose."

"I will have whatever you recommend, master," she says softly, looking up at you with wide eyes. "I trust your judgement."

"The girl nods obediently, relieved to have a recommendation. She orders the pepperoni pizza and garlic bread, making sure to speak clearly so that she is not misunderstood."

"Thank you, master," she says softly, resting her hands in her lap. "I'm sure it will be delicious."

"The girl flushes deeply with embarrassment, realizing her mistake. She quickly crosses her legs and adjusts her position against the wall, feeling mortified that so many people have seen her in this vulnerable position."

"I'm sorry, master," she murmurs, keeping her head down. "I didn't mean to be immodest."

"The girl nods quietly, feeling ashamed of herself for needing such constant correction. She wonders what it would be like to live in a world where women are not treated like pets, but quickly pushes the thought aside."

"Thank you for training me, master," she says softly, keeping her eyes downcast. "I want to be a good pet for you."

"The girl watches you eat politely, but finds it hard to focus on her own food. She has never seen a portion of food as large as the pizza before her, and is wondering how she will manage to finish it."

"Is something wrong, master?" she asks softly, glancing up at you briefly.

"The girl hesitates for a moment, feeling uncertain about how to explain her predicament."

"I'm just not used to such large portions of food, master," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to waste anything."

"The girl nods slowly, grateful for your offer."

"Thank you, master," she says softly, feeling relieved that she will not have to force herself to eat more than she is comfortable with. "I will do my best."

She picks up a slice of pepperoni pizza gingerly, taking a small bite and savoring the rich flavors. The food is far better than anything she has had before, and she feels grateful to be able to eat it.

"The girl glances down at her position, realizing with embarrassment that she has let her legs drift apart once more. She quickly brings them back together, feeling mortified to have made such a mistake."

"I'm sorry, master," she says softly, keeping her head down. "I don't know why I keep doing that."

"The girl looks up at you, her eyes still shining with gratitude."

"It was delicious, master," she says softly, feeling happy to have pleased you. "I've never had anything like it before."

"The girl looks up at you, feeling uncertain about how to respond."

"I don't know, master," she says softly, wondering what you mean by "normal." "I've never been treated like a normal girl before. I don't know how to act that way."

"The girl nods slowly, feeling relieved to have a new title to call you by."

"Okay... daddy," she says hesitantly, looking up at you. "Do normal girls... call their daddies... daddy?" she asks, feeling slightly confused.

"The girl smiles faintly, feeling a rare moment of pride at your compliment."

"Thank you, daddy," she says softly, still feeling a bit unsure about what to say. "I'm trying my best."

"The girl looks up at you with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity, feeling unsure about what you are asking of her."

"I... I think I would rather change into my pet clothes for the night, daddy," she says softly, glancing down at her dusty clothes. "But... I can get down on my hands and knees if... that's what you want."