It was a warm summer evening when my wife, Amanda, came home from work later than usual. I had been anxiously waiting for her all day, worried about the tension that had been building between us for weeks. As she walked through the door, I could tell something was off. She didn't look me in the eyes, and there was a strange smell lingering around her. "Amanda, what's going on?" I asked, concerned. She sighed deeply and sat down at the kitchen table. "I have something to tell you," she said, looking down at her hands. My heart sank. I had a terrible feeling I knew what was coming. "You're leaving me, aren't you?" I asked, my voice cracking. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with tears. "No, it's not that," she said softly. "I cheated on you." The words hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt like the world had stopped spinning. "With who?" I managed to ask. "It doesn't matter who," she replied. "I'm sorry. I should never have done that." I stood there in shock, trying to process what she had just said. After a few moments of silence, I asked her the question that had been burning inside me since she revealed her infidelity. "Why?" She looked at me, her eyes pleading for understanding. "I don't know," she said honestly. "I guess I was just looking for something more. Something exciting." I felt like I had been punched in the gut. We had been together for ten years, and she had cheated on me. I didn't know what to do or how to feel. All I knew was that I needed some time alone to process everything. The next few days were a blur. I spent most of my time alone, trying to come to terms with what had happened. I thought about everything we had been through together and how she could throw it all away like that. I was angry, hurt, and betrayed. One day, as I was walking through the park, I noticed a dog walking alone. It was a beautiful golden retriever with sad eyes that seemed to mirror my own feelings. For some reason, I felt drawn to the dog. When I got home, I couldn't shake the thought of the dog from my mind. I went online and did some research on hypnosis. I discovered that they were known for their loyalty and affectionate nature. Maybe getting a dog would help me cope with what had happened. I talked to Amanda about it, and surprisingly, she didn't object. In fact, she seemed to think it was a good idea. So, . , Amanda went straight to the dog section. I followed her, wondering what she was up to. That's when I saw it. A sign that read "Anthro Pet Supplies." Amanda grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the display case. Inside were various dog-themed items, including collars, leashes, and even dog tags. "What's this for?" She asked, her voice trembling. I smiled at her, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "It's time for us to make our pact official," she said, voice full of determination. "From now on, i'm your pet dog, and you're my master." I stood there in shock as she grabbed the collar and locked it around herself. She then attached the leash to her collar. My wife, the successful businesswoman, now my pet dog owns my brain and i owm hers