Sometimes, Titsy wondered if there was more to life outside the States. She’d heard rumors that the Canadian Free States let domestic animals work and earn their own money, just like Mistresses, although they had to wear some kind of weird clothing that didn’t show off their best bits for Masters and Mistresses.
Cocksocket had told her that Canada didn’t even HAVE Masters and Mistresses, but of course that was just nonsense. How could a society function like that? What would the animals do without the Masters and Mistresses to teach them how to serve in their proper places? Besides, what did Cocksocket know? She spent most of her time on all fours as a fuckmutt, and bitches like that tended to get even dumber the longer they were on the leash.
"Hey, cunt! Where are those drinks? Somebody tell Jimmy he’s overdoing it with the BimboMaxx on his waitresses."
Shaking her ditzy head, Titsy dismissed the errant thought as ridiculous and headed for her latest table. The three Men and single Mistress sitting there were sure to tip well, and she was looking forward to the protein.