Erin was easily flustered in social situations. She never knew what to say or do, and was not a very brave girl. Paul was the exact opposite: an A-type personality who knew what he wanted and would brook no argument. And so Erin became his pet, collared, crawling, cared for, loved, but mastered. She never spoke, so she didn't have to worry about what to say. She didn't have to worry about making decisions, either. Paul would do that. Yet as time passed, she found her mind slowly drifting into the role of pet, as a virtual animal, a sexual animal used for her own and others pleasure. And in that she found a strange fulfillment.