I closed the front door with a conspicuously loud sound, trying not to wince. Then, I closed my eyes, leaned back on the door, and waited. Soon enough, I heard them. The television suddenly turning off, the pitter-patter steps down the stairs, and then, I saw her.

My little pet Jasmine, nude, and in all her glory, stood at the end of the hallway leading to the door. Her eyes widened as they locked onto me, and, in one glorious rush, she seemed to teleport to the door, and to me. She sprang into my waiting arms, and buried her face in my t-shirt.

"Michael! You're back!" I grinned at her as she looked up to me, little eyes so wide. It made me think of the first day I had seen her...

I had been at the annual Pet Fair in our area. We were one of the more productive areas in the country, and so, when the Pet Fair came around, it was big and grand. I had gone just for the delight of seeing the varied pets, with no intention of buying.

The fringes were dedicated to the lower maintenance pets, a combination of birds, insects, and fish. Usually, these were out in the open, with some that had the colorful tents many associated with the Pet Fair. I stopped a little to chat, but I wasn't quite interested in these.

Further in, you had cats, dogs, and sometimes, horses. These were fun to see, with all the newly genetically engineered glow-in-the-dark cats and dogs with plaid design. I was tempted to buy the cat with three, different colored eyes and a blue coat, but I balked at its price. Some things are just too expensive...

Finally, near the center was the main attraction. HumanPets. You could tell you were approaching them by the way the tents suddenly grew bigger and grander, and by the naked people that stood, chained to a pole, waving and smiling and trying to get you to come inside. Usually they were female, and ranged from ages 7-25, with around 14 or 13 being the most common. I spent a few hours here, going from tent to tent, seeing the girls and boys displayed in their cages. Despite their imprisonment, they always smiled and waved, maybe even talked a bit, when they saw you. Nevertheless, I wasn't remotely attracted to the majority, probably because of the insane prices.

If you kept on walking further in, you would hit the "unsavory" parts of the Pet Fair. Parents never stopped their kid from touching that little blonde girl in the window, but tried to keep them away from this area. And with good reason. I had entered the Snuff Area.

Admittedly, it wasn't dedicated only to snuff. You had girls missing limbs, transsexuals, and all sorts of other things, if you were willing to look. But the main avenue was dedicated to hopeless looking, defeated girls, with almost showing ribs and a gaze that broke your heart. I wasn't here for the snuff part, but I just wanted a look around. Nevertheless, I got many dirty looks from people who saw me enter.

This place touched and broke my heart. The girls inside the tents no longer were put in cages. They were simply chained, by those white plastic chains, to a pole in the center. They no longer waved happily at you, trying to attract you. Now, they sat, looking at you forlornly, knowing they were considered disposable.

Despite all this, I was able to resist to the very end. All the slightly dirty, sad, and ungroomed girls hurt me, but didn't break me. Not until I saw her.

It was the end of the day, and I had decided I had enough heartbreak for the day. Nevertheless, I had to keep walking through the Snuff Area, since my car was parked at the very back. So I walked, keeping my eyes straight, trying not to listen to the pitiful mewling sounds that the girls sometimes made. But, somehow, one girl caught my eye. She was at the very end, in the section where civilians sometimes went to sell or display their wares. The girl was an Asian maybe eight or nine, and seemed no different than the others I had seen. Her hair was hacked short, and uneven, and tousled. Her body was clean, too clean, as if someone had gone over her too thoroughly with a rough sponge. She was a bit thin, but most people here kept their pets fed well enough to still look appealing. But her eyes. Her almond shaped, brown eyes caught mine, and I was suddenly hers. Telling myself I was just tired from the day, I went to her master, an old, cigar chomping farmer, it looked like, in blue overalls and with a squint that made you KNOW you were being judged.

He squinted at me as I came close. We made polite small talk about weather, about the stupid government, then I inquired about his slave.

"Oh, her?" he responded, as if he had just noticed the girl chained to his hand. "Jasmine's a good little bitch, but I think I hafta let her go. She's stopped eating enough, and grown too thin, and a bit too weak to help around the farm. You want her? Do anything you want with her, kill her, hurt her, maim her, all yours for only $*******"

My eyes bulged at the price, but, secretly, I hoped I would pay it. I looked to her again, hoping maybe those eyes could convince me, but she was looking away, sitting. Still, I took the time to admire her little ass....

SMACK. The old farmer had taken a riding crop from God knows where, and brought it down with a resounding SMACK on that perfect ass. Surprisingly, it left no welt, and, even more surprisingly, Jasmine didn't even start to scream. She simply looked back at me, and captured me with those eyes.

So I paid the outrageous price. I examined her first, just as closely as I had the others, but, honestly, even if she had syphilis I would have bought her. I just couldn't leave her there. The man gave me her "remote control", with the options "sleep", "find", and, most ominously, "kill". On the way home, I had been silently slapping myself, wondering why I had bought such an expensive girl. Then, she said one word, a meaningless, pointless word, but it justified it all to me. "Master." I was hooked for life, by those liquid eyes, by that crystal voice, by that small, sexy body.

It had taken a year to get her to this position, I thought, amused. The first few months had been slow but stable. For the first weeks, she still thought I wanted to use her for snuff, and had flinched every time I took a knife out, even as she began to grow a bit close to me. I fed her normal food, none of that disgusting PetNutrient shit, and that probably helped. I lavished all my attentions on her, and indulged her whims, which actually came reasonably few and far between. We went out every day, and I bought the least restricting collar I could find, a harness that went around her upper chest area but left her breasts and arms free.

And she had grown on me too. Soon, she had developed a hyperactive, giggly personality, wonderfully unaffected by anything but me. Just as she became the center of my world, I became the center of hers. She couldn't imagine that I made any mistakes, nor that I could do anything wrong. I grew to love her like a daughter, sister, and lover, all in one. Our sex was hot, passionate, and always new. I would never grow old of her squeals and moans, of her way of laughing when she was in the afterglow of her orgasm.

It was her "birthday" today, the anniversary of the day I had bought her. Although I had work, there was nothing truly important, so I left at lunch so I could go home and give her a surprise. She had no idea why I was home so early, and I didn't want to tell her, for some weird reason. Maybe it would detract from the way she looked at me with shining eyes, the way she kissed me all over my face, leaving a big smacker on the lips.

"Yes, I'm back early," I said with a smile, setting her back down and tousling her long, shining black hair. "Do you want to go to the Pet Park?"

Her jaw dropped and she looked at me, astonished. "Do I ever!" she exclaimed, doing a little jig.

"Chores finished?"

"Yes!"

"Homework done?" I wanted an educated girl, at least.

"Yes!"

"Did you eat lunch yet."

"...."

Her face fell a bit. "No, but...we can do that when we get back, right?" she asked hopefully.

I put my hands on my hips and gave her a look. "No, you need to eat before we go to the Pet Park all afternoon, unless you want to eat that PetNutrient stuff." She looked torn, and I could not bear to see that cute little face even partially sad, so I relented. "Just have a snack, and we'll go."

Her whole face lifted upwards. "Really? Thank you Michael!" I made her call me by my name after "master" seemed a bit wrong. Jasmine made as if to run down the hallway, to the kitchen, but then stopped. "Any snack?" she asked, a small smile playing around her lips.

"Sure, anything at all." I answered, wondering.

My shorts and boxers seemed to disappear, leaving my cock hanging down. Despite how sexy she was, I ended up getting used to her, and really only responded with morning wood or when she tried to act sexual. Usually, I just saw her as my cute little girl pet. But now...

She gave me a grin that was both playful and devious. "Then I think this will be my snack!"

With a few minutes of licking and sucking, my cock stood at full attention. Jasmine never failed to totally capture me with her blowjobs, and this was not an exception. I lost the ability to do anything but feel her, as I ran my hands through her beautiful hair. She treated my cock as if it was a delicious lollipop, licking it up and down from every angle, sometimes sticking the top in her mouth and swooshing it around. Her right hand never ceased playing with my balls, and her left never left the base of my cock, always pumping up and down.

"I'm...cumming." I managed to say weakly. She nodded slightly, and brought her mouth to the base of my cock, getting the whole thing deep in her throat. This had been one of her goals once she had warmed up to me, and she had gone after it with amazing persistence until, much to my surprise, she had been able to accommodate my whole cock down her throat for a good three minutes.

I shot countless spurts down her throat, and she simply locked eyes with me and stared at me while I did so. Even after I finished, she stayed on for a few minutes, than slowly peeled off, a string of saliva connecting her tongue to the top of my cock. She cleaned me off totally, exchanging any cum leftovers for her saliva. I could barely stand as I tucked my cock back in. She gave me a huge grin as I struggled back in my boxers, and she licked her fingers suggestively.

"Hurry up, Michael! I wanna go to the park!"

I brought my wallet, her remote, and a book, and leashed her up using the harness leash, which she liked better than the collar, most of the time. She nearly dragged me down the roads around our house, to the bus stop, where she was bouncing in anticipation, much to the entertainment of the one other waiting person.

Jasmine could barely wait for the other people to get off before she dragged me onto the bus and to the back, where we sat next to a man who also had a HumanPet, a blonde girl, with shoulder length blonde hair hanging over her eyes. The other girl wore a collar leash, studded with silver studs, and her blue eyes were barely visible through the curtain of her hair. She was a bit thin, but had nice, tiny, tangerine sized breasts. We sat on one end of the bus, and the other man on the other, and we waited for the hour long bus ride to be over.

Jasmine was extremely impatient, sitting on my lap. She wriggled so much, I couldn't read my book right, so we ended up talking about small things. She mostly wondered what the park would be like.

Around half an hour in, the man leaned over and tapped my shoulder, looking awkward. He whispered, with that odd feeling that one does not speak loudly in the bus or other such public areas. "Hey....uh....could I...uh...examine your pet?"

It wasn't an extremely unreasonable request, none more so for a human than a dog, so I relented, having Jasmine go on the ground in the typical HumanPet examination stance. Kneeling, ass a bit off legs, knees spread wide open, hands behind head, chest thrust forward, mouth wide open. The other man, who introduced himself as Urik ("No idea what my parents thought of when they named me that!") snapped his leash, and his slave got into the same position. We exchanged names. His slave was Sarah, and she watched me with wary eyes.

Urik was very thorough in his examinations. He went through the typical ones first, stroking up and down the body to check for bones, checking the throat and vagina for infections, checking the eyes, ears, and hair for general health. He went a bit deeper than that afterwards, opening her vagina and sticking fingers inside it. Jasmine grunted with effort and looked up to me with pleading eyes; I could only shrug. She WAS considered a pet, after all. He also checked the depth of her ass, and I could see her eyes glaze over with tears. I was about to ask him to stop when he did, and he had his fingers licked clean by his blonde slave. I noticed that that was the first movement she had performed; otherwise, she seemed unnaturally still.

We made small talk, and he complimented me on my slaves' health, and asked my choices. Jasmine got back on my lap, and, during a break in the conversation, I apologized to her gently, to which she nodded and smiled.

I ended up examining Sarah, gently, and I didn't do Urik's invasive pussy or anal searching. Despite her slightly lanky hair and her thin body, she was in quite good shape, athletically and sexually, and her pussy was unusually wet. I gave her a couple of pats on the head before I returned to Jasmine.

The bus stopped at the Pet Park, and all four of us (it was Urik's stop too) walked to the HumanPet section. Jasmine ogled at the rather high prices, but I smiled and gave her a pat on the end as we walked in. Once in, we were searched, the leash was removed, and we were free. The first section of the HumanPet section of the park was simply a huge playground/field area. The playground already had what looked like hundreds of pets climbing up and down it, free of their owners' supervision. In the field, pets ran alongside their owners, free and laughing, playing, and generally having fun. Jasmine just stood there, jaw nearly reaching the ground. She had heard of the Pet Park, but never been there, and its size amazed her. I gave her a little pat on the ass and she snapped out of it. We shared one last hug and kiss before she ran off, screaming after her "I love you, Michael!"

I smiled and headed to the Owners' Corner, a bit of a misnomer since it was a huge, domed building, with a café, some "private rooms", a museum of HumanPet history, a theatre, and a gift shop. There, I sat outside the café area to read a bit.

I expected to be reading all afternoon, but, somehow, a girl approached me. At first, I didn't recognize her, but, when I closely examined her, I recognized her as Sarah, Urik's pet. I looked around for Urik.

"He isn't here," she whispered in her quiet, frightened voice. "He went off with some other pets, and left me alone." I nodded. Go figure. Some people only came to the park because it meant you could freely partake of any willing pets, and, by and large, very few pets would deny an owner. In fact, I was beginning to wonder if Urik hadn't bought Sarah just to be able to access the Pet Park's wonders. It wasn't totally unheard of.

I was brought back to earth by Sarah's quiet sobs. She had her face covered, and her hair hung over them, a jail, rather than a shield, now. I pitied her, but we were attracting a bit too many stares, so I picked her up, and began to quickly walk to somewhere private, perhaps somewhere near the edge of the field...

As I walked, I heard Sarah try to talk through her tears. "I don't...love my master. I'm such...a bad slave. Why can't...I be like Jasmine? Why can't...I love Urik?" With the name of her master, she began to cry even harder.

She felt like three tons when we finally got to the reasonably private place. It wasn't totally unheard of to have public sex, but it was frowned upon. I set her down gently, and wiped the tears away from her face with my fingers. We sat there for a while, before she broke the silence. "Have sex with me."

It almost made me laugh, how straightforward it was. As it was, I had to smother the humor with surprise, and I couldn't respond for a bit. It was indeed absolutely legal and right for me to have sex with her, but that...just wasn't what I did. Jasmine was in this park, and if she saw me...

"Have sex with me." Sarah's lost, sad look was gone. She now looked determined, but still a bit sorrowful. "Jasmine seems so happy with you. It must be because you're good at sex. Have sex with me." She had adopted the standard missionary procedure, laying on her back, legs wide open, arms laying at her sides. "C'mon, do it!"

So I did. I fumbled my cock out of my pants (I don't do good in a hurry!) and went to her. First, however, came foreplay, however pointless that might be with Sarah. My head went down to her breast, my hand to her pussy. I did a technique that worked with Jasmine all the time. I licked and gently bit one hard nipple, while my hand worked at her pussy, squeezing and stroking and rubbing, but never entering. I was rewarded by Sarah's gasps of surprise and lust, and she began to respond.

Excellent. Time to move a bit farther. My mouth moved from her breast to her mouth, and she took the initiative to begin a lusty French-kissing session. My hands moved to her breasts, where I began to massage and rub. She responded very well, pushing her body against mine, using her hands to force us against each other even more.

Finally, time to make the move. One of my hands left her breast, and went down to guide me into her. I felt her tiny shudder as I entered her, and enjoyed her warm, soft vagina. She moved against me first, pushing me deeper, letting me out, and enjoyed the whole thing, if her hot, short breaths were any indicator.

I began to push myself deeper, and we moved in unison. Soon, we began to move faster, and faster, and faster, until it felt like time itself stopped around us. There was only pleasure, and the other. I felt every little bit of her warm, sweat coated body, her long, luscious (had I called it lanky before?) hair, those soft, sweet lips. The orgasm wasn't a climax, but a continuation, almost, another extension of that magic they call love. I collapsed on top of her, careful not to hurt her, and we lay there in the afterglow, both smiling a bit.

When I finally began to dress again, she was still laying there. As I left, she told me a few last things. "Thank you. I think I will try harder now." On impulse, I gave her one, last chaste kiss, and left.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully for me. The sun was beginning to set, oranges and yellows painted across the sky, when I went to find Jasmine again. I carried a box, a gift for her, under one arm, and held her remote control under the other, using its primitive compass to find out where she was.

I found her in a little hidey hole in the huge playground, being fucked by another pet, a boy a bit younger than her, with brown hair and green eyes. They were, funnily enough, in the doggystyle position, and he shot me a look of fear, but didn't stop.

After he came, not much longer, may I add, he quickly fled, leaving Jasmine confused and shouting "Wait!" after him. Then she saw me, and stood up on unsteady legs, cum leaking out of her. She looked awkwardly at me. "Sorry?" she offered.

I smiled at her. "What is there to be sorry about?" She looked like she had the time of her life. A few small scratches dotted her body, and her hair was strewn with grass, sand, a couple of twigs, and who knew what else. The boy that just passed was probably not her only mate today, as she had a few other cum stains all over her body. Although she looked like a mess, the vitality she emanated was still strong.

"We need to leave now," I said, looking at her sternly. She gave me the ol' puppy dog eyes.

"But- "

"The park will be closing in thirty minutes. We hope you had fun and will return to the Pet Park. Thank you."

I chuckled. Saved by the announcements. Still, Jasmine looked reluctant as she held her hand out for me to take. On impulse, I instead wrapped an arm around her ass and swung her up so I could carry her. As I walked to the exit, I let her babble to me how her day was. The box was awkwardly tucked under one arm, having miraculously managed to not attract her attention.

She finally noticed the box when we were on the bus. She lay across my lap, breathing evenly, her head pressed against the window. I loosened the harness as much as possible, to make her as comfortable as possible, and I stroked her hair, trying to comb the dirt out of it. "What's in that box?" It was a simple box, as I had asked the gift shop person to put the item in a box to hide what it was.

"That's for you to find out." I bopped her gently on the nose.

She frowned, which made her face no less cute. "I wanna know." She bent forward intently, trying to reach the box. I put my hand on her flat chest.

"No, not right now." I said with a smile. It was quite fun to tease her.

She pouted. "When?"

I gave a nonchalant shrug. "When I think you're ready."

We spent the whole way back talking about the box, with her guessing and shooting looks at me. It was fun, but her mind changed gears as soon as we got close to home. "I'm hungry," she stated.

So we went home, and had a feast. I pulled all sorts of dangerous leftovers out of the back of the fridge, and we experimented with those, and other things. I helped her take a shower, getting her hair and her back all clean, and, in return, she gave me a handjob, barely even looking at it. She stood in front of me, and we were both wet. Her hand was on my cock, but her eyes focused on mine as well, and we shared the moment silently. My hands mechanically but lovingly went up and down her soft, soft skin...

Afterwards, I claimed I had to work for a bit, and left her on the couch downstairs to watch television while I prepared her present. I went downstairs to join her. She muted the television as soon as she saw the box in my hand. "Ooh, what is it?"

So I let her open it. It was a comb and tail set, the comb with two little, cute cat ears, and the tail made to go directly in the girl's ass. Jasmine hopped gleefully as she examined them both, and gave me a bright smile as she put the ears on. "How do I look?" She struck a pose and a cute kitty face.

"Very cute!" I bopped her on the nose again. She giggled a bit.

The tail took a tiny bit to go in, but she finally managed to shove its ridged end into her ass. She twirled around, marveling how the light, swishy tail seemed to follow her movements.

My hand went down into my pocket, where a remote control (not hers, I had put that away), was waiting. I turned the dial up a few notches. Well, almost all the way, actually.

Jasmine nearly fell down in the middle of twirling. As it was, she jumped quite high, and did an unintentional dance, pulling on the tail to try and get it out of her. She only stopped when she saw the evil grin on my face. Her face was red and she was panting, but she managed to put gallons of scorn into her next few words. "You're...evil." She failed miserably to make her face match her words, instead bursting out with an insanely bright smile. "Turn it...higher?" Her hands fell down to her vagina, where they began to masturbate.

I played the master card. "No no no. No masturbating, if you want to keep vibrating." She seemed torn, but at one serious gaze, she stopped, a bit annoyed. I turned the vibrator higher.

She tried to stand still, but her legs were trembling, and her hands were dancing with the effort of not going to her vagina. I saw the streams of lubricant running down the insides of her legs, and it filled me with lust. But today was about her...for now.

As soon as she began to mewl, it was hopeless for me. I quickly closed the distance to her, taking the vibrator up a notch as I did. She bent her a bit, flashing a triumphant smile as I lifted her and lowered her slowly onto my cock. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, breathing hard, forcing herself up and down my hard cock. We stood there, fucking, intertwined with each other, close as could be.

I felt her cum before I did, her body shuddering, the massive orgasm tearing through her. I came soon after, falling to my knees, buried in her scent, her skin, her beauty. We had to peel apart from each other, and, even then, we still felt part of each other, unable to survive without the other.

After a quick shower, we went back to watch T.V again. Jasmine had really loved my present, apparently, and wore the ears and the tail again. I sat on the couch, and she lay across my lap. I read a book, while she watched cartoons. She squirmed so that her stomach faced me, and I sighed.

It was a habit established the first month after I got her. It was sort of a comfort thing. After she ate, Jasmine would tend to be lethargic for a while, and, one day, as she lay down, I somehow got it into my head to stroke her stomach, her preciously cute little tummy, as she affectionately called it, for a while.

And so I did now, letting one hand absentmindedly rub tiny circles on her gorged little stomach. She squirmed a little, adjusting herself, before stopping with a sigh of contentment.

Which didn't last long.

"Lower," she whispered to me.

So I went a bit lower, going down to her bellybutton.

"Lower," she commanded again.

Her waist.

"Lower!" she hissed.

I grinned as I jumped down to her inner thigh, just missing her pussy by *that* much. I heard her hiss, and put down my book to stare at her innocently. "What?" I asked.

She groaned and guided my hand to her pussy. I shrugged, ignorantly I hoped, and began to massage her there. Her sighs turned into grunts turned into moans as I pushed deeper, finally adding a finger in. Jasmine, not one to be outdone, pulled down my pants and gave a "mrowl" sound. "Good kitty," I said with a smile.

She shot me a look before shoving my cock halfway down her throat. As a bit of a surprise, I thrust up as she moved down, and it went a bit deeper than she intended it to. I redirected my attention to massaging her vagina as she raised her head to look at me, discerning my attentions.

Her mouth was magic on my cock. She did things that seemed impossible to me, yet also impossibly good. She somehow managed to hit every single pleasure spot that existed during her blowjob, and I had to direct conscious attention to resist cumming.

I hoped my massage was good enough too. I played with her labia, but what truly mattered was the treasure inside. I danced my fingers through her pussy multiple times, in multiple ways, and, when it felt like I was finally about to cum, resorted to playing with her clit.

It felt like we both blasted at the same time. She let out a muffled shriek as my middle finger went all the way in her, and I tried not to grunt as my hot, sticky load took the expressway to her stomach. She kept her mouth on me to swallow every last bit of cum, and I kept my finger deep inside her until she finished.

We spent a long time in the nice feeling that came upon us after we had finished, and, afterwards, turned off the television to go to sleep.

In bed, Jasmine cuddled up close to me, as she always had. We usually had some sex before sleeping, but we were both too exhausted today. Instead, we talked a bit. Well, she asked and I answered.

"What did I do?" Her voice was imbued with innocence.

"What do you mean?"

"You took me to Pet Park, got me a present, and came home early today. It's like heaven, and I'm wondering if I'm not dreaming. What did I do to deserve this, Michael? Tell me, so I can do it more often!" Her naiveté was so endearing, so deliciously cute I had to share a passionate kiss before going on.

"You just be yourself everyday, and, every once in a while, we can have days like these."

She grinned, white teeth in the darkness. "Okay. Can I wear your presents everyday too?"

"I don't see why not."

"Okay. I love you."

"I love you too."