Pampered Pet Obedience Ch 01

I'm really starting to regret my life choices as I'm marched into the city court room. I know no good can come from today, but the final decision is out of my hands. My soon-to-be-ex master has (not very sadly) decided that he wants to literally trade me in for a younger model. At a mere 26, I hardly feel like I'm past my prime.

That's the way things work here. Women are commodities, sold, traded and used for gain in social standing or life ranking. The 'finer' the specimen you own, the higher you rise and the more opportunities you gain. This de-humanising society has been going on ever since there was a sickness that spread at a World Leader conference which resulted in authority structures around the world collapsing. 175 years later with no real societal structure, we have devolved into using women as currency and as a symbol of status. The only upside to this is that any men can still be punished. If they are caught committing any community crimes (like assault, malicious abuse of a slave, or generic crimes like robbery or fraud) then they can be 're-assigned' their status to become a base slave for a set sentence. This is the new fucked-up way our justice system works.

The only difference is that men can be released from their sentences, women can only work up the slave ranks, but ultimately, they will always be owned by a man. Women now don't know any better, and we have all but accepted this way of life just to survive.

The ranking system works the same for men and women in the slave system, as you are trained by your master for whatever he deems appropriate, you gain obedience points if he is pleased with your behaviour. These points are regularly logged via a smartphone app by your master, and your master gets a notification when you are eligible for a rank upgrade. This in turn boosts his status. Your master can still sell you at any given point if he gets fed up of you, hence why we're paying a visit to the court room today.

My current status as a run of the mill 'household caretaker', has not been pleasing my master as of late. This is a mediocre rank that I have worked to improve slowly with his patchy training and near neglect. My master is a lazy man who wants great results with very little effort, although I perhaps haven't been very co-operative. That's why this day is damned to hell.

When you trade a slave, a master must provide a slave report. This will allow for continuation of their status when they are put back up for sale or allow for a demotion if the report is negative. The lower ranks consist of animal females -- these are women who are kept as a variety of pets or for work. They are often debasing roles where it is merely possibly to work up to a pampered pet-- this is because the slaves are required to go through physical adaptation to be an animal female. The mediocre and middle ranks range from being public service slaves or household slaves -- women in these roles perform specific roles suited to their master and this is where I currently am in the scale. The higher scales ranks are personal service slaves -- again used for whatever the master desired but with more life privileges. All of these ranks can be for public work or personal work to the master -- and yep, you guessed it -- you are for using as your master likes, wherever, whenever or by whoever he sees fit. Public sex and public disciplining is commonplace now and highly approved of by society's elder observants.

Based on my inability to keep my mouth shut and the argument I started with my master last night and the negative disciplining I received as a result, I'm treading dangerously close to a fatal rank decrease. If I don't play my cards right today, then I'm pretty sure I'm going to be sent to the Animal Female Conversion Centre. At best, I'm hoping for a demotion to a public service slave.

The court case starts off slow and is a lot of formality with the observant going through the details of my master's status, my rank and the training I've been receiving. Which my master bullshits his way through as I expected. I can't help but huff an incredulous laugh when my master says, 'I've tried many discipline techniques, but this slave is too stubborn and unwilling, I will not stand for it any longer in my household, she has passed her usefulness to me and I require an upgrade.'

Rich coming from this lazy prick. I realise my mistake a moment to late. The observant raises his head and looks at me with a look so disapproving I want to crawl under the bench I'm sitting on. He calls my master up to the judgment bench and they have a hushed conversation out of earshot.

I'm fucked. So thoroughly fucked that I can only hope I'm not demoted to be a farm animal. My master returns, smugly leering at me in my slave issued short, sheer white dress. 'Miss April, stand please,' the observant says while scribbling madly on a document in front of him. I stand quickly and quietly and look at my feet. 'Miss April, from what I have seen and discussed with your master -- I think you are in need of a reality check since you have been incredibly disobedient. This will not be tolerated from you any further, I now dismiss you from your master's care at his request and into the care of the Animal Female Conversion Centre where you will be converted into a dog bitch. You will be re-sold for obedience training upon your conversion completion. That's all.' The observant rises and leaves the bench with no backward glance as I stand there stunned, my heart thudding loudly in my chest. I'm not completely surprised by this but I'm certainly not pleased about it. My ex-master takes off my wrist leash and doesn't even glance back as he walks away from me. As I watch him leave the court room, a court guard slips a chain lead around my neck and tugs me immediately away.

I'm immediately bundled into the back of a transport van, where my small, curvy 5ft frame is forced rather painfully into a small wire crate. My hair gets caught on some of the wire and I yelp as it tugs painfully. The guard sinisterly grins at me and says, 'Oh good, you're getting into character already, enjoy your voice as much as you can you little bitch, you won't have it for much longer.'

Tears starts to leak down my face and I settle quietly and resolutely into the back of the van. I know there's no point in escape -- all women are microchipped and on a database and the city is much too large for me to get out without being caught by a man. I decide there and then that I will just have to work my way up the ranks again to get to the pampered pet rank -- let's just hope the conversion isn't too painful and I get a decent master this time.