I prefer moving about and doing something productive. When the Maid returns sometime after eating, she hands me a damp towel

or used by multiple masters. These men and women were generally older than the usual pets, or so I've heard from the salesmen who handle the transaction

e other pets in the cages before me, the Maid returns with a tray in hand. She places a platter of fruits

ch and how they looked down on others of the common class. Men and women alike gawk at me through the bars, bu

ere presented to me. He is a short, balding fat man whose body waddles around the r

s face. Every detail about me is read word-for-word by the Assistant, from my medical history to the schools I attended, to the drugs injected into me when I got here. The one tidbit of inf

sadness as the fat man lets out a dejected sigh and walks away from my cage. It seems like I am too expensive to purchase

f the now-rare African American race. His Assistant vanishes for a moment before returning with a maid who unlocks the cage, places a collar around the girl's neck and hands a leash to t

-dressed man makes an appearance by my cage with the Maid who has served me and begins to talk in hushed tones as his e

at I am the star of the show. It's funny, I wanted my cakes and desserts to be the star, the masterpieces that people around the world flocked to. Now, I am stuck.

unch. A salad with grilled chicken is placed on the elegant table, its aroma causing my stomach to grumble. Ta

a proper young lady have me taking my time. The Shop owner walks around the floor, his eyes scanning each patron as they look into t

l clearly displayed for all to see. No one would let me free as a well-behaved slave, and I realized my mistake in how I ate as the Maid cleared

eekly Breeding Exhibition." The Shop ow

with our newest breeder after our male has had his taste of her.

aves, commonly known as pleasure pets, were the most sought after in the slave trade, breeders were the most frowned upon. They are worse than the common pr

om fills with excited anticipation of the impending breeding. The sound of another cage unlocking catches my attention, and I watch as

cage where the poor girl is stripped of her clothes, leaving her body for all to see. The male slave waste

eder, the sound of flesh pounding against each other as the male lets out pleasurable

eyes meet that of a lanky man with graying hair, his tongue flickering out to lick his lips as his eyes u

rugging his shoulders as I watch each of his steps lead him away towards the cage where the poor Breeder is being raped for all

easure your new owner." I jump in fright at the Maid n

ort, intending to ignore

eyes move from the Maid to the Shop owner, who looks at me expectantly. The fear returns, knowing that even though I am

out at the crowd as she pleads for help, but none will come. I watch in horror as the male slave plows into her, knowing that this poor girl must be in pain. The pleading in

I now know why the Maid made sure I watched. If I am not a good slave, I will be sold back to become a Breeder, especially wit

clear for all to hear, and the fight in the Breeder is now gone. I watch as the male pulls out, his cock now limp and light

njoy her to your heart's content for one hour each." As the Shop owner's voice rings out over the crowd, I turn my attention away from the Breeder, her bed being rolled away from the sales floor to only God knows where. Her da

this gilded cage, there is nowhere for me to go but the table and the swinging bed. I am exposed just like that Breeder was for al

r deity watching from above that I am set free soon, that I wi

man I can only describe as having Adonis-like features leaning on the bars to my cage. His co

ow is be careful