<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Kennel on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/kennel/</link><description>Recent content in Kennel on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/kennel/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Memoirs of a Human Pet</title><link>/stories/2019/01/20/memoirs-of-a-human-pet/</link><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jan 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/01/20/memoirs-of-a-human-pet/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="memoirsofahumanpet2.html"&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for continuing to read my story. The feedback so far has really meant a lot to me and I hope you will enjoy reading. If you are looking at this for the first time then please read parts 1 and 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: First Punishment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Felix First Punishment&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My main form of communication with my owner when not together was via email. I had his telephone number but I was only told to use it if it was an emergency. I came home from work and there was an email waiting for me as usual asking when I was free to meet for our agreed session. I was working the weekend and so it had to be a midweek session and we agreed that I would meet him at 7pm Wednesday night as I was off the Thursday and I would leave in the morning at 8am.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Call Me Mistress</title><link>/stories/2019/01/12/call-me-mistress/</link><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/01/12/call-me-mistress/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="callmemistress4.html"&gt;chapter four&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-5-fido"&gt;Chapter 5: Fido&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had asked Richard to build me a dog house, one that was large enough for a very big dog, maybe like a Saint Bernard. When he gave the excuse that we didn’t have a dog, I told him that I was thinking about getting one. I told him I wanted the dog house set on a concrete pad. He built a form for the concrete pad and I watched as the concrete was poured. While the concrete was still soft, I buried a large eye bolt deep into it with just the “eye” sticking out. I had bent the eye bolt before sinking it into the concrete, so there was no way it could come out. It took him the next few evenings and half a weekend building the dog house, until he finally finished it, and what a fine dog house it was!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Kingdom</title><link>/stories/2018/05/12/the-kingdom/</link><pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/05/12/the-kingdom/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="kingdom7.html"&gt;chapter seven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 8: Hazardous Plants and Extracts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Naked, gagged, hooded, and tied spread-eagle, I tugged ferociously at my bonds. It had probably been 20 minutes since Brandy had left and I was still nowhere closer to freedom. The pillow had slid out from under my head, giving me a clearer view of the restraints that bound me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After having studied dozens of types of knots the night prior, I could see that Brandy had used a variation of what looked like a “bowline on a bight” knot to restrain each of my limbs to the corners of the bed. This meant that the only knot was bud-up against the bed’s poster. And since this was a king-sized bed, and I was positioned squarely in the middle, that made the knot over a foot out of my reach. I had managed to shift my body a few inches toward my dominant hand, but I was still well out of reach. I shouted in rage as I thrashed about in tantrum. &lt;em&gt;I hated this!&lt;/em&gt; Brandy could return any second!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Kingdom</title><link>/stories/2018/05/12/the-kingdom/</link><pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/05/12/the-kingdom/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="kingdom6.html"&gt;chapter six&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 7: Delta November Foxtrot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was awoken to sound of the loud cheering outside my window. I blinked as bright morning sunlight streamed through the blinds, causing me to squint and bury my head beneath the blankets. My copy of ‘A Comprehensive Guide to Slave Ownership’ rested propped-open on the nightstand and a half-eaten box of Hawaiian pizza sat on top of the covers next to me. It had been a long night of studying and pizza happened to be the brain-food that I required to stay focused. Hey- while my metabolism still worked, I might as well take advantage of eating what I liked.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Kingdom</title><link>/stories/2018/04/30/the-kingdom/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/04/30/the-kingdom/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="kingdom4.html"&gt;chapter four&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 5: Pop Quiz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I woke up to the sound of knocking on my bedroom door. Still hallway asleep, I ignored it and buried my face into the covers. More knocks on the door followed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Miss McConnell?” A voice asked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Disoriented, I groaned, and turned my head toward the voice. I squinted from the sunlight that was pouring through the windows. I was still lying on top of the comforter, exactly where I’d landed the night prior. Standing in the doorway was a woman in a sexy black and white maid outfit. She wore a burgundy choker around her neck.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Her Burro</title><link>/stories/2015/10/03/her-burro/</link><pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/10/03/her-burro/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It wasn&amp;rsquo;t so bad. Standing on all fours like that was a bit strange but it didn&amp;rsquo;t hurt. She wrapped a collar around my neck and gave it a tug, so I did my best to follow her. She took me to the bedroom, and as I watched, she got naked. My response was to jump on the bed and take her. When we were done, I expected to be let out of the dog suit, but my wife had other ideas. She got dressed and taking my leash, led me to the kitchen. I saw two bowls on the floor! Watching, she filled one with water, the other with dog food!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>All New Doggie</title><link>/stories/2015/09/03/all-new-doggie/</link><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/09/03/all-new-doggie/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;She clipped the leash to my collar and we played owner and doggie, but only in the house, which was great fun, especially when she let me mount her like that. We both liked that game, until it no longer seemed like it was enough. Then we started to take turns, until that too was no longer was enough.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“How about if I put up a runner in the backyard, build a dog house? I mean, the experience would be way different, so&amp;hellip;.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Baxter</title><link>/stories/2015/09/03/baxter/</link><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/09/03/baxter/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Okay” I said, “I&amp;rsquo;ll be your doggie, but just this one time, and only for the weekend!”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;With that she began to transform me into a dog. She had me use a depilatory to remove my body hair, then she very carefully fitted the snout to my face. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t uncomfortable, but it was very strange to have straws in my nose as well as look down and see my own nose! She used some kind of glue to attach a piece to my tongue to make it long enough for me to drink, and with a bit of effort I could feel the fangs built into the snout. Then came the suit.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Don't Get Jealous</title><link>/stories/2014/10/08/dont-get-jealous/</link><pubDate>Wed, 08 Oct 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/10/08/dont-get-jealous/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I could not believe that I had been so stupid. What had made me think I could get away with it? From Carlos, of all people. It had seemed so easy to leave with the cash after the way he had treated me. Let me explain, I had been living with him for about a year and fallen in love with him. I even hoped to marry him. That was what made me so angry when he brought home the twins. I found out that he had been keeping them in another house he owned up till now. This had been going on for months, but now he wanted all three of us in one place, and I was not happy about this. Knowing that he was a Mob Boss from South America meant I had to put up with the situation. I had no money of my own as he paid for every thing. So with no where else to go, that would be safe, I had to stay. I would continue looking for some way to leave permanently, but not feet first as they say.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Great Marvolo Part 3</title><link>/stories/2012/05/23/the-great-marvolo-part-3/</link><pubDate>Wed, 23 May 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/05/23/the-great-marvolo-part-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="thegreatmarvolo2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Great Marvolo Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Author&amp;rsquo;s Note: Thanks to &lt;strong&gt;Jennifer Harrison&lt;/strong&gt; for her assistance, and for letting me read her great-great grandmother&amp;rsquo;s diary.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The next morning Max and I were up at dawn. I was allowed to wear the same baggy housemaid&amp;rsquo;s dress, and after I performed a hurried toilet we adjourned to the kitchen. He locked the chain to my collar and I fixed a meager breakfast from the food still remaining in the larder. Karl was not around, and when I asked Max where he was I got an evasive answer. When I finished the cleanup Max released me from my tether and took me into the main room.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Doll Factory 9: Submission</title><link>/stories/2010/03/07/the-doll-factory-9-submission/</link><pubDate>Sun, 07 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/03/07/the-doll-factory-9-submission/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The Doll Factory 9: Submission AmyAmy Machine/f; F/f; D/s; latex; leather; bond; bdsm; susp; outdoors; petgirl; kennel; fantasy; cons/reluct; X
continued from &lt;a href="dollfactory8.html"&gt;part 8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 9: Submission&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I remember that I’m inside ADAM, slowly being remade. I don’t know why this time it’s taking so long. My previous changes took only a few minutes, and from what Jared was saying these should almost seem like a step backward. I also remember the whiteboard that he secretly allowed me to see that mentioned pushing Eve features back into Lil. Lil must be Lilith, their code for me, but what are Eve’s features?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Ken's Birthday Gift</title><link>/stories/2001/05/06/kens-birthday-gift/</link><pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2001/05/06/kens-birthday-gift/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &amp;ldquo;&lt;a href="../storiesad/cuckold.html"&gt;Cuckold&lt;/a&gt;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ken, Deb and I were good friends and we sometimes found some crazy
things to do together as a result. Ken’s birthday was coming up and he
was dumped by a short-term girlfriend he had about a week before and his
mood was one of &amp;ldquo;nobody loves me&amp;rdquo;. Deb, my girlfriend, and I did
not think he would kill himself or anything like that, but we hurt because
he was hurt. I’m not sure how the idea formed but we decided Ken needed
a special birthday gift to cheer him up.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Kitten 5: Kitten's Day</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/kitten-5-kittens-day/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/kitten-5-kittens-day/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="kitten4.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kitten 4: Holiday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5: Kitten&amp;rsquo;s Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Since being woken by a sharp smack on your ass you have been forced to act as his little maid, he allowed you to eat and use the bathroom before putting you in simple yet effective bondage, you sit on the edge of the bed as he rolls black lace stockings onto your legs, taking his time as he smoothes out the fabric, running his hands up and down your legs massaging them for a minute before reaching for a pair of high heels. You sit patiently as he fastens the shoes in place before he moves over to the box of toys in the wardrobe. He moves back towards you carrying padded leather wrist and ankle cuffs, he fastens each one in place securing them with small silver padlocks before slipping a wide leather collar around your neck.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>