story continued from part one This is part 2 of my story of being a human cat for 3 years. If you haven’t already read memoirs of a human pet this probably won’t mean a lot to you so please read part 1. If you have read part 1 then thanks for sticking with it and hopefully you’re still interested. 2: First Visit My first visit as Felix the owned cat. ...
story continued from part two 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 Part 3: First Punishment “Felix First Punishment” 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. ...
story continued from part three Thank you for continuing to read my journey as my life as a human pet. If you are confused about this story I would strongly recommend reading parts 1-3. Part 4: Meeting the Wife I logged onto my emails and there were 3 emails waiting for me. My owner was desperate to get in touch with me and it was really odd for him to want to speak to me so eagerly. He was desperate for me to get the bank holiday weekend off as it was really important for him that I be available for at least one of the days. I was scheduled to work the Saturday, Sunday and Monday and I apologised to him that unfortunately I was working. I asked him what was so important and he revealed to me that his wife was visiting for 3 days and it was really important to him that I had a chance to meet her. I wasn’t sure what to think. I knew that he was married and I knew there would come a time when I would meet his wife but I just didn’t think it would be so soon. ...
This is the story of the 3 years I spent as a human cat. This writing is a true story and based on my memories on how I remember the events and it’s possible that I don’t remember everything 100%. I will not be using real names out of respect of everyone involved but the characters from my stories are based on real people. I have decided to start writing my story in parts over the course of 2019 and if you feel interested in my work I’m open to feedback. ...
Do not use without the author’s permission. “Fuck off, scumbag.” Sonny was hurt. All he had asked for was some spare change for a cup of coffee, and this rich-bitch cunt had all but kicked him in the balls. Dressed in her expensive suit and talking on her smart phone like she was the fuckin’ Queen of Sheba or something. She thought she was so superior, walking down the street with that toned gym body, perfect hair, and designer fucking shoes. Screw her. She was worse than many of the others. He had hoped that the recent gentrification of the neighborhood would mean more handouts, but that was not the case at all. ...
(story continues from My Summer Of Dares 11: My Full Dogification) Part 12: Embracing my Canine Transformation “Don’t try the stairs yet, they’re likely to be a little tricky with your new legs” Gregory warned. I made respectful eye contact by way of an answer, I not needing to be told that words were reserved for the humans in the room and not I. I had dreamed about this level of control, although in those I had been bound in more traditional ways, still being “forced” to walk around on my padded knuckles and knees was a submissive turn on. I was free to move about, but not humanly so with my legs trapped by my new toys, being both bound and free at the same time. ...
Chapter 1: A Clever Bet The room was filled with a soft light shadowing the faces of the couple facing each other across the dining room table. Two glasses half full of wine rested next to two piles of discarded playing cards. The woman idly flipped through the fan of cards in her hand while rubbing her opponent’s leg with her dark nylon encased toes. “Are you trying to distract me, Sara?” A baritone voice said while considering carefully his next move. ...
story continues from part one Chapter 2: The Nosy Neighbor Gavin awoke to the sight of his wife’s face. “Wake up kitty, I’ve got to go run a few errands.” Sara had changed out of her sexy outfit into a more comfortable velvet sweat suit. Gavin stood up and nearly fell having forgotten about his imprisoned feet. “I’m going to have to keep you safe while I’m gone, I can’t have an untrained cat alone in the house. Follow me.” ...
story continues from part three Chapter 4: Kitties Redux Gavin sat in front of the computer bored to death, it had been two hours since he and his wife returned from the shop. His beautiful blond wife, Sara, had been on the phone nearly the entire time working on lining up staff and materials for her new business unit at work. Gavin finished his work and was bored of playing games. Looking down over his body unable to see past his protruding chest made him sigh loudly. ...
“You are serious ?” “Of course I am” I turned the slithery black mass of the costume over in my hands and it seemed to flow from hand to hand as if faintly alive. It felt warm to my touch. “You’ll look fabulous” he said, “Absolutely incredible in that” I could feel myself frowning but I knew I had nothing to lose by at least trying it on. After all, what was the worse thing that could happen ? I’d hate the look of it, rip it off, offend my lover and we might never speak again. No big loss then really. ...
“You are serious ?” “Of course I am” I turned the slithery black mass of the costume over in my hands and it seemed to flow from hand to hand as if faintly alive. It felt warm to my touch. “You’ll look fabulous” he said, “Absolutely incredible in that” I could feel myself frowning but I knew I had nothing to lose by at least trying it on. After all, what was the worse thing that could happen ? I’d hate the look of it, rip it off, offend my lover and we might never speak again. No big loss then really. ...
(story continues from My Summer Of Dares 10: With Friends Like These…) Part 11: My Full Dogification “I was having a dream Gregory. Your not going to rat me out to the girls for that, are you?” I asked reasonably in the same silent whisper as he had used. I was angry, or perhaps frustrated at being interrupted so close to relief and I knew it came out in my tone. ...