The Pet Pledge

Chapter 7: The Contract

My girlfriend took me back to my cage. She locked the crate and headed to my Master's room. I was nervous. I should have never spoken up. She had convinced me of my true purpose. Her words shattered all of my remaining dignity. The human in me had been erased. The only person who ever cared about me now viewed me as a dog as well.

Master soon came to my crate. I whimpered in fear as I anticipated a punishment. A spanking or maybe the ring gag again. I would probably be sleeping outside as well. Master unlocked my crate. He had my clothes and phone in his hand. I had entirely forgotten about them. I had been fully naked for a month straight.

He told me it was time for me to go. He said I had been given enough chances. His words sent chills down my spine. I shamefully begged for forgiveness. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out. I panted like a female in heat while whimpering. I shook my tail and squeezed my chest with my paws.

He told me to stop. I stopped at his command. He told me that he didn't have the patience for me anymore. He stated that I did not have what it took to become one of them. I sat there obediently and listened.

He gave me two options. Take my stuff and leave the house or sign a pet contract. I had never heard of a pet contract. I didn't know what it would entail. I figured it couldn't be worse than my current situation. He told me to speak. Out of habit, I barked. He slapped me and made me speak English.

I was hesitant, but I decided to speak.

"I'll do whatever you want Master. I want to be a good little bitch. I'm sorry for my behavior. I am a bad dog."

He went to grab the pet contract. My life had come to a critical point. I had become dependent on my Master's orders. My girlfriend was right. This is what I was always meant to be.

He came back with the contract and my girlfriend. He held it in his hand and read it aloud:

"By signing this contract, I acknowledge Mazi Marshall, Darren Fields, Marcus Lang, and Jaylin Williams as my lawful owners.

I relinquish all of my human rights.
I consent to any future modifications or use of my body.
I consent to the transfer of all material possessions.
I consent to any punishment provided regardless of justification.
I consent to any public use of my body if approved by these men.

By signing this contract, I acknowledge my permanent legal reclassification as an object."

Master handed it to me with a pen.

At that moment, I didn't think about my parents. I didn't think about school. I didn't think about my life with my girlfriend. All I could picture at that moment was a life of obedience. A life without making decisions. A life without loneliness.

I signed the contract. My Master placed the contract in a frame and hung it above the fireplace in the living room. My Master walked me past it as he took me outside. My Masters gathered outside to burn my clothes and destroy my phone. My three-month training had officially ended. I will now be a dog for the rest of my life.