Dear [insert name here],
I wondered if you might be willing to help me advertise the new range of products we have launched here at Petgirl Boutique, ideal for the petgirl in every master's life. We have reward systems, behavioral modification devices and even funeral services tailored to each petgirl's needs. Let me offer examples for your readers:
The Ownership Brand: This self-heating iron brand is the latest in our line of rewards for the loving petgirl. Imagine her pleasure when you apply the searing heat of metal, carved in a design of her Master's own choosing, to her breast, her buttock, or even her cheek, marking her permanently as your prized possession!
The Corrective Collar: Shock collars are old hat, and frankly often ineffective. We at Petgirl Boutique are happy to offer an alternative in The Corrective Collar, which can skewer 1/8 inch slender steel spikes into her flesh at the press of a remote control. Imagine how much more quickly she will learn to obey when failure to do so results in agonizing pins poking into her neck!
The Shock Tail: A new development in corrective technology, the Shock Tail takes off where the Shock Collar left out. The tail, which can be shaped for any petgirl, be they cow, pony, puppy, kitty, rabbit, mouse, bird, squirrel or even skunk, attacked through a foot long, 5-inch wide butt plug. Apart from how admirably this will decorate a good petgirl and help her with her sense of identity, the plug includes a number of electrical points that can deliver a powerful jolt of electricity all the way up her colon should she fail to be good!
Taxidermy Service: Sometimes, when a petgirl outlives her usefulness - no longer being able to bring your slippers to you from downstairs in under 5 second, for instance - it is necessary to put her out of our misery. However, many master would like to keep the memories of the joy they shared with their petgirl even after death. Petgirl Boutique is proud to announce we have secured the services of world-renowned taxidermist A. Stuffer to mount your petgirl so you can treasure her memory forever.
Pet Barbeque: While the taxidermy service is suitable for most pets, some are either so badly behaved that such is inappropriate, or they are farmpet girls. In such a case, we can offer a live barbequeing service where you can turn your petgirl into long pig and make sure everyone enjoys a wonderful send-off... SOOO-EEEEE!!!!
I think it will be educational for you all to see how a true Militant Petgirl Activist organizes an effective protest. This was one of my most successful protests yet all thanks to my leadership and my wonderful fellow militant pets.
Thanks go especially to Cockbitch, as ever, for taking most of the pictures during the protest.
We began to arrive outside Murder Boutique at 6am after our morning walks. Most of the day's protesters are veterans (note to media: please spell this word correctly and do not use the similarly spelled word as it is offensive to many petgirls) and all knew exactly what they had to do. After assembling and rolling around for a few minutes in a naked, wriggling cuddle pile, we all separated and leashed ourselves to buildings, rails and anything else within reach.
Once leashed, we began our protest chants by singing the songs of our people. The adversary was surely intimidated by the ferocious yips, whinnies, squeaks, purrs, moos, and bouncing up and down of our crack troops.
There were many individual variations. Miss Yappy got creative with her rope:
Ditzy forgot to bring a leash, so she contributed instead by remaining in Sit Up Display position to break the will of the enemy.
Kittie showed up, much to our surprise, on the right day, in the right place and only two hours late, but her contibution was mostly chasing butterflies.
As with so many protests, there were those who pretended interest in our cause only until they could take advantage of the situation. We lost a few good pets to opportunist gang rapes. Tawn-Tawn was unable to overcome her natural instinct to please men and was taken out of action for several hours until the agents of the Ownerarchy has satisfied their lustful urges upon her soft, healthy, sexualized pet body.
As the day grew late, masters and mistresses started showing up to take their little activists home.
Fucktitz was the last to leave, but even her master eventually rolled up in his truck, smelling like beer and whiskey, tossed her in the back and departed.
Now only the true hardcore, sans quitters, remained: me. I had been raped many times, including by most of the male staffers from Murder Boutique when they locked up and left, and called a bad girl and yelled at by some lackeys of phallocentrism, which made me cry. My vigil had not extended long into the night when the police came and asked who owned me. Readers, you would be proud of how I told those authoritarian jackboot-chewers it's wrong to define a petgirl by her owner or lack thereof, and informed them about the proud struggle of all pets to be free from vile industries of death like Murder Boutique. True Militant Petgirls are not afraid to speak truth to authority like the petgirl prophets of old, and we treat rape and arrest alike as prices we must pay to have our yaps heard.
At the cop station, someone had clearly heard of my influential position because they treated me gently and took me to a special cell called the Break Room that had much more furniture than normal cells and even a TV and a couch. My importance as a political prisoner was confirmed when most of the cop station came to visit me throughout the night.
They had some interesting books about equality and law, of which I looked at the pictures, and I was able to snatch a few hours' sleep on the couch before they released me in the morning with instructions to go straight home to my owner. Yeah, right! Independent petgirls live how we want! Too bad that scares the ownerarchy, who imagine we pine for the big strong safe arms of a wonderful-smelling man to hold us and make everything alright. Well, we don't!!!!!!!!!!!
how you organize a TRULY EFFECTIVE
protest, readers. I think Murder Boutique will think twice before peddling their filth on THIS
pet's turf again!
Dear Mistletoed Pertgurl,
What can I say? When I contacted you recently asking for advertising, I thought that surely you would only be willing to carry a small notice in your column, [someone find out what that shit's called, Dee]. That you chose to come down in person and bring so many of your friends to entice and serve our customers was something we could never have hoped for.
I have to say, you were all such a delight. Our customers particularly enjoyed when you serviced them in the shed out back of the shop...
And I am delighted to see how much you petgirls enjoyed the day too:
One of your friends who was particularly appreciated, was the horsegirl... whatever her name was, I guess your names aren't all that important, right? The way she eagerly gave customers rides to the train and bus station was wonderful:
You were outside most of the time, but we did throw out the meeting room so different Masters could meet and discuss pet handling strategies:
Now, there were one or two who made rather a lot of noise inappropriately, but they were easy to quieten down. After all, they were eager to wear our new gags:
Believe me, after the way you had queues exteding around the block:
Bringing in so much business it emptied our store:
It was our pleasure to put on a meal for those of you remaining:
This was obviously a wonderful day for all concerned. If ever you want to join us again to protest the limited number of Masters who know about our store, please feel free!