"Come one, come all, see this delightful plaything in action!" the ringmaster's voice called to the audience as she whipped her pet into action. The entranced plaything gasped and stood up straight, obediently taking off her clothes for the audience just as she'd been trained. She donned a lion's mane around her neck with tall orange cat ears, and a tail to match. The audience gasped and gawked at her incredible body, cheering and begging for more.
    The pet's name was Lion. Of course, she had a name before that, but the ringmaster quickly wiped it from her brain when she was given to the circus as a gift. The ringmaster was immediately smitten by her -- she was obedient, hot, and most important of all, easily trained. The ringmaster took her home and began training immediately. Training was a grueling process at first, and Lion was punished quite a few times -- via brainwashing sessions, wooden paddles, and deepthroating, of course. 
     Lion had a bit of will at the beginning of her training, avoiding doing tasks she found too embarrassing or demeaning. But when the ringmaster silenced her by making her the "centerpiece" for a "party" for her friends, Lion knew that resistance was futile. Besides, the ringmaster was slowly making her more and more convinced that serving the circus was her life's meaning. That being constantly demeaned and humiliated was the hottest thing she could think of. And that she was the kindest person Lion had ever met.
    So, it was her first round, and she could feel the audience's eyes on her. She was shown off, and the ringmaster hypnotized her in front of everyone into saying the most humiliating things possible.
    "So, for this next round, I'll need a volunteer from the audience," the ringmaster called out, and hands flew up in the air. Someone eventually came down, and looked down at the drooling, panting, utterly brainwashed pet. "You see this 14 inch strap on? I want you to put it on and see just how well she takes it."