<?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>Petgirl on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/petgirl/</link><description>Recent content in Petgirl on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:48 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/petgirl/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Art and Pets</title><link>/stories/2026/05/30/art-and-pets/</link><pubDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/05/30/art-and-pets/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-3"&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sitting in a parking lot not far from the entrance of the office of “Art and Pets” Kathrine took a deep breath and tried to calm down for what was about to happen.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Meredith had already left the car, and was waiting for her on the outside. She was wearing a simple white dress, shoes and her fox ears, and was trying to coax her out.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Come, kitten. You don&amp;rsquo;t have to worry. Even if you are nervous, we already have the ok from Frank, and you don&amp;rsquo;t need to hide it. It will just make the situation better. If you can&amp;rsquo;t take it anymore, just hide behind my back, and I&amp;rsquo;ll protect you. And don&amp;rsquo;t forget, as long as you wear that collar, you are my responsibility. What do you say, ready to come out?”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Art and Pets</title><link>/stories/2026/05/17/art-and-pets/</link><pubDate>Sun, 17 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/05/17/art-and-pets/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-2"&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Waking the next morning, Kathrine felt a comfortable warmth, two nice pillows against her back and a grabbing hand on her right breast. Enjoying the embrace, and the feeling of a leg over her own, she was just about to fall back asleep, when she wondered, just whose arm was groping her. Now awake, she first tried sitting up, but the weight of the other person was too heavy, and instead, she just moved her head to look around.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Her Superpowered Pet</title><link>/stories/2026/05/17/her-superpowered-pet/</link><pubDate>Sun, 17 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/05/17/her-superpowered-pet/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Being a superhero could be a tiring and draining job, physically and mentally. And right now, as she glided down towards the bank where a robbery was happening, it was the latter strain vexing Samantha, better known to the world as Crimson Nova. With her super hearing she could clock the distant approaching sirens of the local police. She’d beaten them here, which was par for the course. It helped she was already responding to an escaped convict, who seemingly had not only broken out of custody not twenty minutes ago, but was now in the process of attempting to rob the bank below. Even now, she could also hear the muffled voice in the bank reminding the civilians inside to hush. It was an all too familiar slightly nasally voice, Sadistica’s.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Art and Pets</title><link>/stories/2026/05/10/art-and-pets/</link><pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/05/10/art-and-pets/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It started with the ringing of her phone. For months now Kathrine had been struggling with making rent and finding work, and she had almost given up hope, after sending her resume to practically every single agency and studio. Her dream of working for a reputable agency making photos looked more and more like a pipe dream. She had to survive with only the profits of the few pictures she managed to sell to some magazines but even that had dried up in the last months. So when her mobile suddenly starts ringing with an unknown number she almost steps on the brakes of her old Nissan.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2026/04/26/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Sun, 26 Apr 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/04/26/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-30"&gt;Chapter 30&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I took in the beauty of the countryside, we took a slow walk in order to fully absorb the area. Countless trees whistled as they moved back and forth, the leaves of their branches scratching as they clashed against each other. The luscious green grass covered the landscape, only broken up from the occasional collection of flowers, blues, whites, yellows and reds, each collection taking the attention of my sister and I, expanding the morning walk for a longer period.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Leon City Side Stories 2025</title><link>/stories/2026/04/12/leon-city-side-stories-2025/</link><pubDate>Sun, 12 Apr 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/04/12/leon-city-side-stories-2025/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="my-girlfriend-my-parasite-and-me"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My (girl)friend, my parasite and me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="part-1---greed-in-total-control"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1 - Greed in Total Control&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kelsie and Nia sat on a tree trunk in the middle of a forest. The two friends chatted happily as they planned a crime. A stone&amp;rsquo;s throw away from them was a road, which they were watching with cameras. The trap had been set for hours, and if their client was right, their two targets would soon be within reach. In their car were duct tape, ropes, cling film, sleeping bags, and suitcases that were padded so that a person could be placed exactly in the shape that had been made for them.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Leon City Side Stories 2025</title><link>/stories/2026/04/12/leon-city-side-stories-2025/</link><pubDate>Sun, 12 Apr 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/04/12/leon-city-side-stories-2025/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chloe-and-ct"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chloe and C&amp;amp;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="part-1---how-to-catch-a-chloe"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1 - How to Catch a Chloe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was late at night and the young blonde crept up to the door in the shadows of the mansion. Chloe had a goal on this hot summer night. To finally find the secret pool that her boss Celine was sure to be hiding in the house. Chloe couldn&amp;rsquo;t say why she said she didn&amp;rsquo;t have a pool, but she knew Celine was lying. The signs were clear. Vast amounts of soil that the witch had removed from the basement. Sample tiles that she had had delivered, and a package that looked suspiciously like a diving board.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dungeons and Dragons</title><link>/stories/2026/03/15/dungeons-and-dragons/</link><pubDate>Sun, 15 Mar 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/03/15/dungeons-and-dragons/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-21"&gt;Part 21&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;hr&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-95-last-night-in-thoth"&gt;Chapter 95: Last Night in Thoth&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;hr&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Back in the studio, Ellie let the illusion fall and Honey shimmered back into view. She was cuffed again and he stood looking at her.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;‘Ezio,’ Ellie said after a moment’s silence. ‘Do you&amp;hellip;&amp;rsquo; For a moment she was not a Seductress but Ellie Trapp, college student. ‘Do you want to see me again? Outside, I mean&amp;hellip;&amp;rsquo; She cringed inwardly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;‘You are a girl, right?’ He was joking but the comment jarred her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pet Correction Returns</title><link>/stories/2026/02/21/pet-correction-returns/</link><pubDate>Sat, 21 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/02/21/pet-correction-returns/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-4"&gt;Part 4&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My owner made sure to keep the volume down on the television as low as it could go, but not too low to be unable to hear what was happening on screen. It was a strange sight to see, Donna had very little issue before with people seeing what she was into, it was one of the first aspects of the woman we learnt when we met her for the first time.
That she was into a type of porn.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pet Correction Returns</title><link>/stories/2026/02/14/pet-correction-returns/</link><pubDate>Sat, 14 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/02/14/pet-correction-returns/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-3"&gt;Part 3&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Somehow the silence worsened. Both Cleo and I sat by the side of our owner, resting our butts against the hard, wooden floor as Donna stood with her hands clasped together, sitting just below her stomach. The building had been so quiet since we had moved in, it was something we managed to get used to. However, the momentary removal of this Rita caused us to realise just how still and mute our new home was. Donna went down to brush her flowery dress from time to time, perhaps trying to dispose of a loose thread or a piece of dirt by the time the new woman returned to the entrance, either that or a slight gust of wind from the open door would allow the bottom of her dress to float behind her, before hitting the back of her legs once more; filling the silence with the sound of fabric moving.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Rilliana and Trisha</title><link>/stories/2026/01/18/rilliana-and-trisha/</link><pubDate>Sun, 18 Jan 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/01/18/rilliana-and-trisha/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="2-seriousness-and-fun-hate-and-love"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2: Seriousness and Fun, Hate and Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“So what now? Are you going with us or not?” asked Rilliana, looking at her friend with a wicked smile.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I said, let me think about it!” repeated Trisha, drumming her fingers on the table.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Girl, I need to get to bed soon, could you please make up your mind?” Arissa Berryriver nagged, examining her cards once more. Rilliana grinned at the petite woman. She knew Arissa wasn’t tired, she just wanted to make Trisha even more nervous. The shifter finally sighed and pushed her money into the middle of the table.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Promise of the Holodeck</title><link>/stories/2026/01/18/the-promise-of-the-holodeck/</link><pubDate>Sun, 18 Jan 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/01/18/the-promise-of-the-holodeck/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-11-echo-of-thorns-and-the-first-heat"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 11: Echo of Thorns and The First Heat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="the-morning-of-perfumed-hell"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Morning of Perfumed Hell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The first ray of sunlight that filtered through the crack in the curtain was not a blessing. It was an accusation.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lindsey’s eyes opened —not slowly, but with a spasm— her body burning from within. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t a fever. It was hunger. A biological, animal, programmed hunger. The gel Morgana had smeared on her the night before —that &amp;ldquo;special&amp;rdquo; lubricant with the smell of tropical fruits and broken promises— now ran through her veins like a sweet poison. Her sex was throbbing, swollen, soaked, begging for an orgasm that her own body denied her. The air around her smelled of herself: musk, salt, desperation. A perfume that both attracted and repelled.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Promise of the Holodeck</title><link>/stories/2026/01/10/the-promise-of-the-holodeck/</link><pubDate>Sat, 10 Jan 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/01/10/the-promise-of-the-holodeck/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-10-the-puppy-in-heat"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 10: The Puppy in Heat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lindsey opened her eyes at dawn, not with fear, but with a warmth that ran through her belly. The memory of the previous night—the intertwined bodies, the muffled moans, the smell of nano-latex and sweat—still vibrated on her skin. She stretched slowly, feeling the sweet ache of used muscles, the invisible mark of Morgana&amp;rsquo;s hands, the gentle pressure of Elisabeth&amp;rsquo;s fingers. And then, without thinking, she brought her hands to her breasts, large, heavy, and sensitive. She caressed them slowly, squeezing her nipples until a moan escaped her lips.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Professor Kink's Escape Room Challenge Series Two</title><link>/stories/2025/12/21/professor-kinks-escape-room-challenge-series-two/</link><pubDate>Sun, 21 Dec 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/12/21/professor-kinks-escape-room-challenge-series-two/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="interactive-christmas-special"&gt;Interactive Christmas Special&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You wake up to find that it is bitterly cold and when you open your eyes you see snow swirling above you driven by a fierce, chill wind. You are lying on your back in a snowdrift along with your three escape room companions. You are all naked save for strategically wound cheesecloth scarves.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sitting up, you feel the bite of the wind more fiercely and suppressing a shiver, you force yourself to look around. You see only a flat expanse of snow and ice extending to all horizons. The only exception is a steel door a few meters away bearing the sign: ‘Santa’s Secret Sex Toy Factory’&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Promise of the Holodeck</title><link>/stories/2025/12/13/the-promise-of-the-holodeck/</link><pubDate>Sat, 13 Dec 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/12/13/the-promise-of-the-holodeck/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-6-the-pet-in-the-meadow"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 6: The Pet in the Meadow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lindsey woke up with a sore body, a dull and pulsing ache in her lower region. She opened her eyes and saw the screen of her terminal, the cursor blinking at the end of the log she had recorded the night before. She had fallen asleep while writing, exhausted and empty. A bucket of ice-cold water, the reality of the previous day, fell upon her with the force of a waterfall.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2025/12/06/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Sat, 06 Dec 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/12/06/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-27"&gt;Chapter 27&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh, no! Oh, no!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I kept saying the same two words over and over as I finally gained the courage to leave the dressing room behind me. I closed my eyes and mentally counted in my head, when I reached the third number, that was when I pulled back the curtain separating me from the rest of the customers and ran towards the door.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The second after I pulled the curtain back, my arms reached around my stomach, holding onto my sides with as much force as I could muster to hide the chastity belt away from the public eye. If even one person caught the steel material shining in the unnatural light, that could have been enough to get everyone&amp;rsquo;s attention. It was impossible to know how anyone would react to seeing the tight belt around my waist. Potentially, they have the power to ignore it, or put it down to their brain&amp;rsquo;s imagination. However, it was the other possibility that played over and over in my head. The potential that someone saw it who didn&amp;rsquo;t take too kindly with my kink being on display to the public.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Most Notorious House In Japan</title><link>/stories/2025/10/28/the-most-notorious-house-in-japan/</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/10/28/the-most-notorious-house-in-japan/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey Momo, are you ready for the party at Sasame’s tomorrow night?&amp;rdquo; Rika asked me from her desk which sat next to mine.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. It was our last Halloween in high school, and we were all eager to make it one to remember.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;What are you guys planning to wear?&amp;rdquo; I asked, knowing that the choice of costume was a crucial decision for any high school event.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pet Correction Returns</title><link>/stories/2025/10/12/pet-correction-returns/</link><pubDate>Sun, 12 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/10/12/pet-correction-returns/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“We find the defendant guilty on all charges,” the older man said, his hands crossed as he gave the verdict.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A small uproar echoed throughout the courtroom, with several members of the audience standing up and yelling at both the judge and the jury.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The defendant, a young woman, sat back down on her chair and placed her hands over her ears; as if to shield herself from the loud noise. The judge responded to the attacks, slamming his fist on the desk in front of him before yelling at the guards, who all swiftly ran towards the audience and removed the complaining people.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Subspace - Emma's Fetish Cruise Adventure</title><link>/stories/2025/10/12/subspace-emmas-fetish-cruise-adventure/</link><pubDate>Sun, 12 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/10/12/subspace-emmas-fetish-cruise-adventure/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-25-a-pixie-uni-cows-a-slut-and-a-stray"&gt;Part 25. A Pixie, Uni-cows, A Slut, And A Stray&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Emma woke with her breathing shallow and a weight on her chest. No, more than her chest, it was on much of her body. She could feel wetness on and around parts of her breasts and chest, even something around her stomach area as it dripped off the side of her towards the bed. She could feel the ache throughout her body, likely from all the weight atop of her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Woman's Role</title><link>/stories/2025/08/31/a-womans-role/</link><pubDate>Sun, 31 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/08/31/a-womans-role/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="ch12"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ch.12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="maid-doll-delivery--puppy-love"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maid-doll Delivery + Puppy Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mittens purred happily, eagerly awaiting the arrival of Master Dominic, locked in her place at the top of the stairs by the vibroshock that threatened to zap her pussy if she crawled away from her spot.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She held her head cocked to the side in curiosity as she watched her person, Barbie, and her two toys prepare to receive Dominic. Barbie and Nicole had covered up Mimi&amp;rsquo;s mouth, her eyes, her hair, and even her latex-sheathed orifices, making the doll look more like a dehumanized object than ever. She&amp;rsquo;d even used a rubber gag that cancelled out the doll&amp;rsquo;s voice the way Mittens&amp;rsquo; mouthplug did, but they hadn&amp;rsquo;t given Mimi a voicebox to translate her sounds into a synthetic voice like Mittens&amp;rsquo; mewls and purrs; the maid-doll had simply fallen nearly silent, the barest murmur all that she could produce.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Woman's Role</title><link>/stories/2025/08/23/a-womans-role/</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/08/23/a-womans-role/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="ch11"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ch.11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="nicoles-dollified-day-off"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole’s Dollified Day Off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mimi groaned as she shuffled around the Dollhouse floor, trying to keep her mumbled complaints to herself as she dutifully bent over and picked up all the yarn that Mittens had strewn about the place. It seemed like it would never end, and her legs and glutes were straining from constantly shuffling around, bending, and squatting in the black high heels with the bells that were still padlocked at her ankles onto her aching feet.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Professor Kink's Escape Room Challenge</title><link>/stories/2025/08/20/professor-kinks-escape-room-challenge/</link><pubDate>Wed, 20 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/08/20/professor-kinks-escape-room-challenge/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="episode-6-kinks-kinky-kingdom-part-2"&gt;Episode 6: Kink’s Kinky Kingdom (Part 2)&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;‘Led’s ged on with id, schall we?’ Tiffany said, walking towards the now open doors.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Isabel gazed mutely at Charlotte over her gag. She craved to be held for a little longer; surely it wasn’t too much to ask to relish that post-orgasm bliss; she thought the other girl understood, gazing back with a similar mute eloquence then the blonde lifted her from the phallus and deposited her onto the rubber floor before turning to follow the others.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Woman's Role</title><link>/stories/2025/08/16/a-womans-role/</link><pubDate>Sat, 16 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/08/16/a-womans-role/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="ch10"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ch.10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="dollhouse-romp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dollhouse Romp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lisa couldn&amp;rsquo;t believe what she was hearing. She&amp;rsquo;d somehow managed to fall half-asleep in her cage, even while the vibroshock buzzed and jolted her unpredictably. It seemed like she must have been in and out of the strange half-dream she&amp;rsquo;d been having for most of the day, but Barbie was claiming it wasn&amp;rsquo;t even noon yet.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Behind Mittens&amp;rsquo; cartoonish feline mask, Lisa&amp;rsquo;s face would have looked flabbergasted, mortified, and practically panicked. She looked up and found the face of the strange rubber woman in a maid&amp;rsquo;s outfit, who Lisa assumed must be Samantha, but whom Barbie had apparently renamed Mimi, with her pinprick viewholes. Mimi was looking back down at her, her lifeless blue doll eyes staring into Mittens&amp;rsquo; anime-style eyes&amp;rsquo; vertical-slit pupils.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Woman's Role</title><link>/stories/2025/08/09/a-womans-role/</link><pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/08/09/a-womans-role/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="ch9"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ch.9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="suited-up-a-feline-feminist-freakpet"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suited Up: a Feline Feminist FreakPet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lisa woke up with Abby snuggled up beside her, when Carol entered the room early the next morning.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I see someone took my advice and got some action in before those g-balls wore off,&amp;rdquo; teased Carol, and Lisa felt her face flush. She smiled sheepishly, half embarrassed and half proud to have had what amounted to fully orgasmic oral sex with Abby the night before. She&amp;rsquo;d had to take a lot of ribbing about her resistance to submission, and Abby had made her &amp;lsquo;meow&amp;rsquo; and call herself a catgirl, but she&amp;rsquo;d gotten laid in the end.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Professor Kink's Escape Room Challenge</title><link>/stories/2025/08/09/professor-kinks-escape-room-challenge/</link><pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/08/09/professor-kinks-escape-room-challenge/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="episode-5-kinks-kinky-kingdom"&gt;Episode 5: Kink’s Kinky Kingdom&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;‘Miss Schwarz.’&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Isabel struggled to lift her head. Her neck was stiff and her body ached. With an equal effort, she forced her eyes open, struggling to focus on the source of the voice she knew belonged to Kink.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;‘You have to let us go.’ Her voice sounded weak, as weak as her body.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She was once more hanging by her arms, her limbs spread in one of the restraint rings, her hands and feet locked in the steel cylinders. She was dimly aware she was naked but realised she no longer cared.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Two-Day Challenge</title><link>/stories/2025/08/09/the-two-day-challenge/</link><pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/08/09/the-two-day-challenge/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="the-roommate"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Roommate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Emily was pissed. Coming to college, she’d expected to be sharing a room with someone as laid back and outgoing as herself. Instead, she had Nina the recluse. While Emily was a party girl who took to college life like a fish to water, Nina was just… weird. Never wanting to go out, Nina could be a pretty girl, if only she stood up for herself a bit more. Instead, she spent all her time moping about in their room on her laptop. One day when Nina was out at class, Emily had rifled through her drawers and found her vibrator, alongside a notebook of weird sex fantasies, including bondage and other weird fetish stuff. Honestly Emily was happy to get away from Nina and get away from college for Spring Break, when a message had popped up on her phone.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Woman's Role</title><link>/stories/2025/07/26/a-womans-role/</link><pubDate>Sat, 26 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/07/26/a-womans-role/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="ch8"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ch.8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="unorthodox-orgasms"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unorthodox Orgasms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Samantha&amp;rsquo;s work was steady for the next few hours, and as the dinner rush hit she found herself in a state of flow, still chasing the relief of an orgasm, but in a zen state of awareness that her focus needed to remain on her current task. The only way forward was charming, winsome obedience, and she found herself actually enjoying the positive attention she got from some of the men. In her normal life, men were never this direct, and neither was she, everyone was too guarded and polite. But she felt a strange sense of validation in the constant displays of femininity and sexuality she used to endear herself to her tables.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pet Correction Returns</title><link>/stories/2025/07/20/pet-correction-returns/</link><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/07/20/pet-correction-returns/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-1"&gt;Part 1&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;…There will be a high risk of snow and ice throughout the entire UK this weekend. We have a yellow weather warning throughout England, Scotland and some parts of Wales, so make sure you stay up to date with the forecast for any changes. From Saturday into Sunday, we are expecting more snow as well as a high probability of heavy rain, so make sure to wrap up warm when you go out, stay in if you can. Back to Matt in the studio.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Disappearance of Ella Bloom</title><link>/stories/2025/07/13/the-disappearance-of-ella-bloom/</link><pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/07/13/the-disappearance-of-ella-bloom/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="intro"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ella is a 21 years young woman who lives alone in a single bedroom house in Bristol in the United Kingdom.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her body is blessed with a firm C-cup and she stands about 145cm tall with a cute round butt and a well defined waistline. Her face is rather plain but has a natural attractiveness to it. Her weight generally hovers between 45-50 kilograms. She has brown hair which almost reaches the small of her back.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Part-Time Equine</title><link>/stories/2025/06/22/part-time-equine/</link><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jun 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/06/22/part-time-equine/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-20"&gt;Part 20&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The square had an eerily still silence to it. The sun hadn&amp;rsquo;t even risen at that point, but I already left Chloe&amp;rsquo;s apartment to start the day, there was nothing else I could have done as my brain refused to give me a long rest after the news Hamish gave me… how could anyone have a good night&amp;rsquo;s sleep after the news that their parent was soon going to die. I told Chloe everything that was said over the phone, I couldn&amp;rsquo;t exactly hide the information from the person who was lying in the same bed as I was, but she did her best to console me afterwards. No words were said for the rest of the night, but she held me close until she fell asleep on top of me… I managed to get a few hours afterwards, but it didn&amp;rsquo;t last long.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Woman's Role</title><link>/stories/2025/06/08/a-womans-role/</link><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jun 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/06/08/a-womans-role/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="ch3-the-shop-the-dungeon-and-the-dollhouse"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ch.3 The Shop, the Dungeon, and the Dollhouse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Thank you, Mistress Lisa,&amp;rdquo; said Samantha with a blush and a hint of embarrassment.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Something about being back in her own clothes, with her hair and makeup flawlessly reapplied by Carol, made her instinctively start putting on appearances again. A sense of guilt came back to her, as she came back to herself. Guilt at having been so out of control, so sexually desperate, and so subservient…in what could be called public, no less.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2025/06/08/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jun 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/06/08/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-25"&gt;Chapter 25&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I watched as a ladybug crawled across the collection of leaves in front of me, I steadied my breathing whilst I examined how it crawled across the plants, easily moving from one side of my vision to the other, the last thing I wanted to do was to accidentally breathe too heavily and push it off it&amp;rsquo;s path. The bug had been the most entertaining thing that happened to me within the last ten minutes, I had spent most of the morning chasing my sister around this new playground we found ourselves in, we seemed to have lost Thea rather quickly, unsure on whether the woman genuinely couldn&amp;rsquo;t find us or if she let us roam around her parents garden as she went on to do something else. Soon, chasing Emily around became a struggle, the young woman managed to stay out of my grasp despite enjoying the chase and wanting to be captured by me; instead I turned to hiding in a nearby bush and then, waiting for her to crawl past, I would strike.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pony Days</title><link>/stories/2025/05/31/pony-days/</link><pubDate>Sat, 31 May 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/05/31/pony-days/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="week-one---day-1---monday"&gt;Week One - Day 1 - Monday&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-1-the-binding-dawn"&gt;Chapter 1: The Binding Dawn&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The summer sun draped the manor grounds in a thick golden haze, its warmth seeping through the stable’s weathered slats. Hay dust hung in the air, glinting like tiny embers in the slanted light, settling softly on the packed dirt floor. Brynlee, in her mid-30s, with sharp yet warm green eyes and raven hair tied back in a loose braid, leaned against a stall door, arms crossed over her leather vest. She’d been at it since dawn—forking out soiled straw, brushing down the horses until their coats gleamed, her jeans now smudged with stable grit. The work grounded her, a steady pulse beneath her restless energy, but her gaze kept flicking to the stable entrance. She was waiting—for her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Part-Time Equine</title><link>/stories/2025/05/22/part-time-equine/</link><pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/05/22/part-time-equine/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-18"&gt;Part 18&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Heather… Heather,&amp;rdquo; a voice called out to me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I mumbled as I slowly woke, the painful sensation of leaving the dream world behind and returning to the real world stung greatly, my mind fogged up with memories, moments and wishes that I wanted true were replaced with the room that Nicole and I fell asleep in, this time the sun had gone down and the bedroom became very dark. The calming image of Harriet staring down at me was the first thing I saw, nudging me gently with my good arm until I was fully woken.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2025/05/11/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Sun, 11 May 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/05/11/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-24"&gt;Chapter 24&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The entire evening took an awkward turn.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Becky, Emily and I sat in complete silence as we ate the meal we purchased. The wonderful, comforting glow of the restaurant against the dark sky took a turn the moment we saw our boss having a meeting with a client. Despite the complete coincidence, it felt as if we were stepping on the store owner&amp;rsquo;s feet, looking behind the scenes at an event we were not supposed to see. None of us wanted to speak as the meals seemed to take forever getting to our table, we ate our respective meals without a single word leaving any of our lips, waiting for something to happen; anything.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Vanity Mare</title><link>/stories/2025/05/11/vanity-mare/</link><pubDate>Sun, 11 May 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/05/11/vanity-mare/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-3"&gt;Part 3&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="5-crossing-the-channel"&gt;5) Crossing the Channel&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;hr&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It wasn’t all bad. The officer of the watch, who I soon realised was the first officer, was watching me intently despite the efforts of her exotic little pet busy entwining herself between the brunette’s legs and nuzzling her crotch with diligence. Furthermore, when I was led below I found that I was to be sharing a cabin with the major, albeit in a restraining stall. I guessed it had been refitted and the ensigns who usually inhabited it would be spending their nights in hammocks among the salts for the duration of our crossing.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2025/04/06/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Sun, 06 Apr 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/04/06/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-23"&gt;Chapter 23&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Girls… girls?&amp;rdquo; A gentle voice called from beyond the bedroom door as a hand knocked on the wooden frame.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hmmmm… uhhh,&amp;rdquo; I whimpered as I slowly woke from my slumber.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The room was still so dark, only a small amount of light had come from the window as the morning sun began to rise and wake the world. I forced my eyes to open as the woman on the other side of the door knocked again before the door inevitably began to open. As I focused my eyes, the room came into view, the light from the hallway helped me see, although still startling to my waking eyes. I was laying on my back completely naked. Luckily for everyone I was covered with a blanket. In my arms was the sleeping blonde girl, her head resting on my chest as the noise from her mother failed to wake her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2025/03/31/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/03/31/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-22"&gt;Chapter 22&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a gentle moment. After so long stuck in that damn chastity device, I knew that both Emily and I needed this more than anything in the world. There was no Tanya, no parents and no Becky. All the events of the past few days were placed at the back of our minds, allowing us to enjoy only each other&amp;rsquo;s company for the night. It was more than a need, it was an addiction and an itch that needed to be scratched to calm my mind. I needed Emily more than life itself, I needed her body and her mind all to myself. It was almost as if I was losing control of myself, losing the little control I had of my life every second I was not touching her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Ada Employed</title><link>/stories/2025/03/02/ada-employed/</link><pubDate>Sun, 02 Mar 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/03/02/ada-employed/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The Select Bank headquarters slouches toward the riverbank, nothing like its competitors’ skyscrapers in the core of downtown a couple miles away. The office we’re sitting in, though, is just as sleekly appointed as any of its counterparts I’ve seen in the last four months. Below the huge windows of the top-floor office, its strip of landscaping gives way to the tangle of undeveloped land it neighbors. I’m sure the clientele appreciates the privacy. The river here is wide and sluggish, a single small boat picking its way upstream.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Part-Time Equine</title><link>/stories/2025/01/18/part-time-equine/</link><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jan 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/01/18/part-time-equine/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-17"&gt;Part 17&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hmmm?&amp;rdquo; I groaned, everything seemed so white.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I slowly opened my eyes to the bright room, a warm heat covered my body, making me feel much more relaxed than I had been in a while. I almost didn&amp;rsquo;t want to open my eyes and just live in the world of sleep for a moment longer. As the white blanket of the dream world faded, I was met with an unfamiliar room. Neither the ceilings, walls or any of the items within seemed at all familiar.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2024/11/11/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Mon, 11 Nov 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/11/11/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-21"&gt;Chapter 21&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I finally breathed a long sigh of relief the moment the van pulled back up to the stable. My body was exhausted from a day of delivering parcels and I still had a long journey until we were back home.
The sun was beginning the descent down the horizon, bringing the beautiful blue day to a bright orange, looking as if the star had set the sky on fire. Whilst it was amazing to look at, the dark clouds floating above me began to make me nervous, realising that the weather might not be as good for the journey home; I was getting desperate to return Becky back to Tanya&amp;rsquo;s.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>100 Acres</title><link>/stories/2024/10/27/100-acres/</link><pubDate>Sun, 27 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/10/27/100-acres/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-1"&gt;Part 1&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="welcome-to-the-tour"&gt;Welcome to the Tour.&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Today on the tour of our facility, as a potential Dom, you shall be getting the full tour.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The grounds cover approximately 100 acres, and include well maintained gardens, two-acre hedge maze, medium sized wooded area, outbuildings, workshop, even a small brook supplying a freshwater lake.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The house consists of four wings and was built in the early 1800s with 15 rooms over two floors. Over its life the house has had many applications in the two centuries, from youth hostel, church, boarding house, even as a glue factory and mental asylum. All of them have helped with some of the unique activities of the current guests.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2024/10/06/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Sun, 06 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/10/06/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-20"&gt;Chapter 20&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh, come here you silly thing!&amp;rdquo; Tanya said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Becky&amp;rsquo;s thin body was enveloped quickly by the large shop owner, with the young woman&amp;rsquo;s head being placed between Tanya&amp;rsquo;s enormous breasts. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t a normal day, I cannot think of any other time there had been this much hugging between us three. Becky herself wasn&amp;rsquo;t much for contact or touching in general, yet here she was, cuddling both of us as if she was saying goodbye.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Conventional Affair</title><link>/stories/2024/10/01/a-conventional-affair/</link><pubDate>Tue, 01 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/10/01/a-conventional-affair/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-10"&gt;Part 10&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Some part of Brianna Wilde had expected things to feel different once her mistresses had formally accepted Elise’s offer. Some shift of atmosphere, some chance of mood, &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; to denote what felt like it should be a monumental moment, but there was nothing. At least not at first. For what seemed like an eternity the six of them just stood there, surrounded by the dull background roar of the convention center itself as traffic flowed around them, more than a few people offering appreciative looks, both subtle and lingering, at the elaborately dressed and tightly bound women on display but no one saying anything. In fact the blue-haired girl very nearly began to shift nervously in place beneath that stormy gray gaze as Elise just watched her newfound companions silently for a long moment, fingers almost idly drumming against her outer thigh as her latex-clad pet continued to worship her boots. Then, all of a sudden, the young dominatrix seemed to light up, her expression shifting as the sly smile that had been curling her lips widened into something far more genuine and she gave the leash in her left hand a gentle tug, signaling to the tightly bound woman to cease her ministrations and straighten up into a more appropriately cat-like posture perched on knees and elbows. Or was it dog-like? Honestly it was hard to say given that she was wearing neither a tail nor ears. Adjusting her grip on the reins at the same time to call Claire to attention, the redhead instantly raising her head, the young woman strode forward, her sharp heels clicking harshly against the concrete floor with each step until she was standing practically nose to nose with Brianna. Fighting the urge to take a step back, the bound girl could do nothing but watch, a fierce blush suddenly coloring her cheeks as the brunette’s smile twitched ever so slightly and her eyes eagerly roamed over that nearly nude frame before finally glancing back and forth between Sofia and Roxanna.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pet Correction</title><link>/stories/2024/09/01/pet-correction/</link><pubDate>Sun, 01 Sep 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/09/01/pet-correction/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;re free to go.&amp;rdquo; Donna&amp;rsquo;s words lingered in the air, causing the entire room to fall back into further silence.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Both Cleo and I stared deeply at the pet in the doorway, watching for the moment she would react to the news that she had been released from her sentence. However, that reaction never came. Her eyes stayed perfectly on the human as her brain processed what had just been announced. For a second, I expected Donna to begin laughing, stating that it was all a joke, but she kept a straight face the entire time, being much more serious than any of us had ever seen her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pet Correction</title><link>/stories/2024/08/14/pet-correction/</link><pubDate>Wed, 14 Aug 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/08/14/pet-correction/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;To say I was nervous was an understatement. I could feel my heart beating heavily in my ears, becoming quicker at a rather alarming pace. I was sure someone watching me from the outside of the suit could have easily seen my heart beating against my chest. Though, it was all understandable. It was an uncomfortable and scary situation.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It hadn&amp;rsquo;t been that often Cleo, Poppy and I had seen the world outside the property. It had only been a handful of times and that was only to have a quick shop for some items. Donna never liked the thought of us being alone in the house whilst she was outside and she always saw it as a good thing that we were in the public, being sociable with normal people.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Rubber Asylum</title><link>/stories/2024/08/14/rubber-asylum/</link><pubDate>Wed, 14 Aug 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/08/14/rubber-asylum/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My name is Becky Jackson. I am half owner of a fetish magazine / website and a reporter. I am known for unbiased reporting and product reviews. Since I love being tied up, I enjoy trying out new things and I normally have no shortage of products and services to choose from.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After hanging out in the city&amp;rsquo;s fetish community I had heard and read several stories and seen even more comics about a place called The Rubber Asylum. The stories go: this place is an organization where people, not all voluntary, go to experience behavior modification through intense rubber, bondage and sexual training. The stories of the experience are always intensely sexual and get the desired results. With all the stories out there, I decided to look into it, on the side of course. Imagine my surprise when I found out a place like that really existed. I started looking into it more thoroughly and discovered that most of the stories were, at least, partially accurate. They did everything the stories talked about but only to willing participants that knew what was going to happen. Naturally I called and made an appointment for an interview and possibly a tour.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pet Correction</title><link>/stories/2024/06/30/pet-correction/</link><pubDate>Sun, 30 Jun 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/06/30/pet-correction/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-9"&gt;Part 9&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m very worried about her, Catherine,&amp;rdquo; Donna said with a desperate tone in her voice, &amp;ldquo;She&amp;rsquo;s been very quiet recently, please let me know that everything is okay.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Despite wearing the mask, the smell of cleaning chemicals filled my nostrils, it was one of the only scents that managed to pass through the layers of latex. I had gotten used to the smell of my second skin at this point and something new was a blessing. Not often did Donna take us out of the property, I had not seen outside the walls since before I was locked in that cage, but Poppy&amp;rsquo;s behaviour recently had got our owner worried. Since hearing the news of the upcoming trial, Poppy began to hide herself away from us. Not making an effort to be sociable with us and wanting to be alone was understandable at first, but this had been going on for a while now. We were sure at one point, the white cat would snap out of her mood and return to her normal behaviour. Even the sight of Catherine, the woman who looked after us when we were released from the suit; was not enough to alleviate the symptoms.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pet Correction</title><link>/stories/2024/05/26/pet-correction/</link><pubDate>Sun, 26 May 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/05/26/pet-correction/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-8"&gt;Part 8&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I woke up with a jolt. Coming to the realisation that I was still locked within the small cage. With all my heart, I wanted to tell myself that I was not far from being released from my second cell, I wanted to say that I counted everyday the sun had risen and fallen, but I had completely lost track of time. I had forgotten everytime I had seen the morning beams come through the holes in the shed, I had forgotten how many times Donna took me out of the cage to relieve myself and I&amp;rsquo;ve lost count of the amount of times I had fallen asleep. I blamed the pet brain, focusing on the here and now was mentally draining, I did not want to think about anything else but what was happening to me at that moment as I knew I would panic the moment I began to think.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Property of Dana and Tracy</title><link>/stories/2024/05/18/the-property-of-dana-and-tracy/</link><pubDate>Sat, 18 May 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/05/18/the-property-of-dana-and-tracy/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="4-show-time-ii"&gt;4: Show Time II&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;…I tried to follow our journey with the very limited visibility that I now had, but my active mind soon had little to crunch over, so I drifted mentally, like a boat untied from its moorings, or perhaps a slave accidentally detached from her indoor run. I realized that without knowing where we were going, nor how exactly we got there, any of the humans in charge of me could so easily maroon me. I&amp;rsquo;d be like a helpless abandoned castaway, and impossibly grateful if one day I was rescued. That was my level of commitment here, for the next few hours at least I was living this adventure, even if I suddenly decided that I didn&amp;rsquo;t want to…&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pet Correction</title><link>/stories/2024/04/28/pet-correction/</link><pubDate>Sun, 28 Apr 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/04/28/pet-correction/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-7"&gt;Part 7&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Please don&amp;rsquo;t make this difficult for me, Nala,&amp;rdquo; Donna&amp;rsquo;s pleading voice came from the entrance of the cage, &amp;ldquo;You haven&amp;rsquo;t had anything in a whole day, I&amp;rsquo;m really worried about you.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It wasn&amp;rsquo;t like I could hide away from my owner, I was stuck in a tiny cage and she was standing over it with the two canisters nearby, one was for food and the other was water. I laid down on the cold floor of my cell, my arms crossed with my head resting on them. I had my eyes closed, there was no point having them open as all I would have been able to see was the inside wall of the shed, I didn&amp;rsquo;t want to move my head to give Donna any indication that I cared about her presence.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2024/04/21/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Sun, 21 Apr 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/04/21/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-17"&gt;Chapter 17&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I did not know whether I wanted to laugh or cry, the fact that I got myself into this situation was a testament of my love for my sister. It had been nearly a year since I had arrived at the new house, where I&amp;rsquo;ve explored my sexuality and my fetishes for latex and pet play. During that time we have even brought other people into our sexual world.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Servitium Amoris II</title><link>/stories/2024/03/23/servitium-amoris-ii/</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/03/23/servitium-amoris-ii/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-1"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Betsy was sweating profusely; she was pounding away on the treadmill approaching her target of ten miles. Since giving birth she had become obsessed with getting back into shape, and it had worked well.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She was more than toned, exercise had become an integral part of her life, one which pleased Amy to no end.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Amy herself was always in their gym, ever since her miraculous transformation. The pair of gym bunnies were rarely apart, they were more in love than ever before.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2024/03/09/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Sat, 09 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/03/09/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-16"&gt;Chapter 16&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It had been a long time coming, for the first time in ages, I was completely naked, no clothes, no collar and definitely no chastity belt. My hands began exploring all parts of my body as I breathed out slowly, it was an odd feeling being this bare.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was loving this moment, the bathroom door was locked and I was standing in the bathtub, the hot beads of water fell from the shower head onto my body, adding to this addictive moment.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Property of Dana and Tracy</title><link>/stories/2024/02/11/the-property-of-dana-and-tracy/</link><pubDate>Sun, 11 Feb 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/02/11/the-property-of-dana-and-tracy/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="3-show-time"&gt;3: Show Time&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;…A playful thought invades my mind out of nowhere; if Dennis and I ever became a permanent thing, could he fit our own humble home with a similar fire suppression device, one to keep me &amp;ldquo;on track&amp;rdquo; while in submissive service to him? It&amp;rsquo;s odd to me that what at first felt &amp;ldquo;over the top&amp;rdquo; has turned into a thing of familiar comfort though, physically anchored not only to the friends that I love, but to their home as well; I also realize that I&amp;rsquo;ve been conditioned over a great many of my early informative years to this very thing, but still…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pet Correction</title><link>/stories/2024/01/21/pet-correction/</link><pubDate>Sun, 21 Jan 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/01/21/pet-correction/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-6"&gt;Part 6&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey, hey, hey,&amp;rdquo; Donna&amp;rsquo;s voice called out to me, it was quiet, calm and barely a whisper, as if she didn&amp;rsquo;t want to wake anyone else apart from me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hmmm, what?&amp;rdquo; I responded, just waking up from a lovely dream.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Nala, stay quiet, I don&amp;rsquo;t want to disturb Cleo or Poppy just yet&amp;rdquo; She tugged on my arm, trying to get me out of the bed, &amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s time to go back into the suit.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2024/01/14/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Sun, 14 Jan 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/01/14/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-15"&gt;Chapter 15&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Ahhhh!&amp;rdquo; I yelled to myself before falling back into the bed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I placed my hands over my sweating head, I have tried for hours, I have tried for days to get some form of sensation down there. I didn&amp;rsquo;t care about anything else apart from the indescribable feeling of release, an orgasm.
It was a simple task, something I had done many, many times before on my own and was very easy to accomplish.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Part-Time Equine</title><link>/stories/2024/01/09/part-time-equine/</link><pubDate>Tue, 09 Jan 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/01/09/part-time-equine/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="part-9"&gt;Part 9&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My heart was in my throat.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I spent the entire morning bringing up the courage to come to the stables, to see the green pony once more after that message she sent me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A tingle shot through me every time I thought about it, thought about her. All this time, this entire year of spending nearly everyday at these stables, I have not once spoken directly to Lily. I did not even know what her voice sounded like before Heather played the message to me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pet Correction</title><link>/stories/2023/12/29/pet-correction/</link><pubDate>Fri, 29 Dec 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/12/29/pet-correction/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-5"&gt;Part 5&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Morning!&amp;rdquo; Donna almost strutted out of her house and immediately walked up to me and Poppy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We were in the middle of our usual routine, sitting on the outskirts of the property, waiting for the delivery man to come by. If we were lucky, we would get some head scratches in the process.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Little did I know that the head scratches came from our owner, with one hand on my head and the other on Poppy&amp;rsquo;s, she took in delight as she petted us at the same time, not going easy on how enthusiastic she was with them.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chain</title><link>/stories/2023/12/17/chain/</link><pubDate>Sun, 17 Dec 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/12/17/chain/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-47-puppy-maggie-finds-an-owner"&gt;Chapter 47: Puppy Maggie Finds an Owner&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Leon had been a farmer all his life, and since he had married Lou, who the family called Gran, they had two adjacent farms to keep up with. Leon knew, at 70, that he couldn’t farm the land himself, so he quickly leased his and Lou’s fields to another farmer in the county who was happy to cultivate them. His old farmhouse Leon rented to a young man whose family he had known for years. Stewart had gone to the University of Alabama and studied agriculture and farm management but seemed content to run a small contracting and handyman service. Leon and Gran both liked him and used his services around their house and farm for anything they could no longer handle due to age. Of course, Bob and Fred, Gran’s son-in-law and Grandson-in-law were both willing to help with chores or projects when they were around. But there was still a lot to keep Stewart busy around the place and it seemed he was always there one or two days a week. It didn’t hurt that Gran fed him a home cooked meal anytime he was around.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pet Correction</title><link>/stories/2023/12/17/pet-correction/</link><pubDate>Sun, 17 Dec 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/12/17/pet-correction/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-4"&gt;Part 4&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey, are you awake?&amp;rdquo; A voice woke me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t have said I was fully asleep, I mostly had my eyes closed and my brain was slowly beginning to drift off, being disrupted did not come at any inconvenience at this stage. The living room was dark. Donna and Poppy had disappeared into the bedroom just less than an hour ago and I could already hear the woman snoring quietly and the quiet whistle of Poppy&amp;rsquo;s breathing, telling me she was asleep too.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chain</title><link>/stories/2023/12/10/chain/</link><pubDate>Sun, 10 Dec 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/12/10/chain/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-46-puppy-maggie"&gt;Chapter 46: Puppy Maggie&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Clair and Fred rarely disagreed and almost never argued. In fact, Clair couldn’t remember a time when she or Fred had raised their voices to each other. But they did have a respectful disagreement about pets. Clair wanted a dog; Fred would compromise on a goldfish.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“We can’t keep up with a pet while we’re in college. Besides, The Married Dorm is no place for a pet,” He would argue.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pet Correction</title><link>/stories/2023/10/21/pet-correction/</link><pubDate>Sat, 21 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/10/21/pet-correction/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-3"&gt;Part 3&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They say one human year is the equivalent of fifteen cat years.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had certainly felt that as a pet. Only a week had gone by and it felt like I had been trapped in the suit for years. It felt like an eternity had gone by since I had felt my own skin, heard my own voice or used my individual fingers.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It had been so long since I thought like a normal human; on a normal day boys would be on my mind, hanging out with friends or seeing the latest films at the cinema. Topics like music and the latest gossip amongst my friends were things I would talk about.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Trixie or the WG</title><link>/stories/2023/09/23/trixie-or-the-wg/</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 Sep 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/09/23/trixie-or-the-wg/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-8-at-the-gravel-works"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 8 At the Gravel Works&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The next morning they were again awakened very early by Antje. Antje told them to eat a hearty breakfast because the day was going to be quite busy. Then she gave them all simple T-shirts that barely reached their buttocks. After breakfast, they drove down to the underground garage together.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Karin once again climbed into the trunk of Antje&amp;rsquo;s car after taking off her T-shirt. But Antje then suggested that Trixie keep her company there. Trixie also took off her t-shirt and tried to get into the trunk. It was extremely tight, but eventually she made it. The other three then boarded the car and they drove off. Trixie, of course, didn&amp;rsquo;t know where they were going or how long the drive would take. The air in the trunk soon became quite warm and stuffy. She finally realized that the car must have gone off the main road and something like a dirt road before. The car then stopped, but then quickly moved on and finally stopped. Trixie and Karin were relieved when it finally opened the trunk and got out. Trixie realized they were in a gravel pit.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pet Correction</title><link>/stories/2023/08/20/pet-correction/</link><pubDate>Sun, 20 Aug 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/08/20/pet-correction/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My eyes gingerly opened as the early morning light started to shine through the thin curtains of the room.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It took me a moment to remember where I was, the night before I woke up in a prison cell, which made this much more welcome to see when I first opened my eyes. I was still on the floor after yesterday, Cleo made herself more than comfortable at the end of Donna&amp;rsquo;s bed and I could still see she was there through my tired eyes.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2023/08/12/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Sat, 12 Aug 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/08/12/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-13"&gt;Chapter 13&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;They should be here any minute&amp;rdquo; My dad said to himself in an excited manner.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Chinese restaurant was beautiful and calming, the red walls were plastered with pictures and models of dragons and the music gave the place a more authentic feeling. Two waitresses walked around the floor, seeing to the rest of the customers of the establishment; as they walked past us, they always gave a forced smile.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pet Correction</title><link>/stories/2023/06/06/pet-correction/</link><pubDate>Tue, 06 Jun 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/06/06/pet-correction/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The room was so silent that I could hear my heart beating in my ears. I sat defeated at the table, with my feet on the chair, I had wrapped my arms around my ankles and rested my head against my legs.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had lost.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Just less than an hour ago I was sitting in the courtroom with a strict judge peering down at me behind her golden spectacles, causing her wide white eyes to contrast against her ebony skin. It had felt like we were sitting in that courtroom for ages, however, the judge had quickly come to a conclusion.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2023/04/29/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Apr 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/04/29/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-12"&gt;Chapter 12&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;My babies!&amp;rdquo; The store owner squealed, running towards me and my sister as we appeared from Tanya&amp;rsquo;s store warehouse.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The larger lady enveloped us in her arms as Emily hugged her back, humming to herself lightly from the sudden move of affection.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh, I&amp;rsquo;ve missed you so much,&amp;rdquo; Tanya continued.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I know, I&amp;rsquo;m sorry!&amp;rdquo; Emily pleaded.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;What are you doing here?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I came back to spend some time with Sam, she told me about today and I wanted to help out.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Puppy Inception</title><link>/stories/2022/11/23/puppy-inception/</link><pubDate>Wed, 23 Nov 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/11/23/puppy-inception/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Jenna sits, nervous but resolute, waiting in the dog park as he approaches. It didn&amp;rsquo;t matter what he said online, she is determined to be resolute. Being in public would help with that, she’s sure.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Even if it would be fun to submit,” Jenna thinks to herself; “but I can&amp;rsquo;t let him think I’m not capable of resisting. He&amp;rsquo;d never let me live it down.” And why was that thought so hot? Anyway, not this time. Be strong. If he&amp;rsquo;s everything he says, plenty of time later.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2022/09/28/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Wed, 28 Sep 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/09/28/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-10"&gt;Chapter 10&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I ran into the room, out of breath and gasping from sprinting across the large building. I found myself in a bland, white skyscraper, no colour filled the void apart from the white room and the dull, blue sky that stood at the horizon. The room I entered was an office, a large, white chair sat at a large, white table and the rest of the room had nothing else inside it. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t the room I was interested in, I ran to the other side where a plate of glass blocked me from the outside world.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2022/07/03/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jul 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/07/03/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-8"&gt;Chapter 8&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I chuckled to myself, Tanya wasn&amp;rsquo;t lying when she said she had a dog house in her garden. Me and Emily cuddled up to each other in the small, wooden structure as we watched the light rain fall down onto her modest-sized garden. Despite the small size, it was a very private area with no one able to see into.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It had been a few weeks since Tanya introduced us to those new outfits, she had allowed us to keep the suits at hers in case we would be caught again by trying something at home. The shop owner soon became a vital part of our relationship, she became more of a mother figure and a mentor, telling us about bondage techniques and many other things to do with domination and submission; things not even I knew about.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2022/05/23/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Mon, 23 May 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/05/23/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-7"&gt;Chapter 7&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;What are we going to do?&amp;rdquo; Emily asked, on the verge of tears as she put on her pyjamas.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I couldn&amp;rsquo;t answer, I didn&amp;rsquo;t know the answer. Jane never gave us enough time to explain ourselves, not that there was anything to explain. As soon as she saw our two bodies on top of each other, she walked right into the kitchen and she had been in there since. Despite being stunned at first, I managed to get off Emily and we escaped into the safety of our bedroom where we dressed in our sleepwear.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Lapdog</title><link>/stories/2022/03/11/the-lapdog/</link><pubDate>Fri, 11 Mar 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/03/11/the-lapdog/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-6-the-last-surprise"&gt;Chapter 6: The Last Surprise&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lisa shivered in the cold mud as she pawed at the heavy iron chain that tethered her to her doghouse. A chastity belt had been locked onto her, denying her the solace of even a moment of pleasure. The people that passed by all stared at her in contempt. Several of them took photos to share with their friends. Every single one of them was someone from Lisa’s past. She knew them, and they knew her. A few of the passersby had dogs with them. Even the dogs were better off than her, for they had won the approval of their masters. Lisa wasn’t allowed to be with Mistress, she was being punished. But the worst part was, she &lt;em&gt;deserved&lt;/em&gt; to be punished&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2022/02/24/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Thu, 24 Feb 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/02/24/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-6"&gt;Chapter 6&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Mmmmm,&amp;rdquo; I whimpered softly to myself.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We had only been in the bedroom for ten minutes but Emily already had me completely naked and on the bed. Emily was nearly naked herself, wearing only her bra and panties, a collection of our clothes were laid out on the floor. My orders were to lie completely still and close my eyes, I was happy to oblige as I was slowly fading to the realm of sleep anyway.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2022/02/19/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Sat, 19 Feb 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/02/19/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-33---the-end-of-a-nice-dream"&gt;Chapter 33 - The End of a Nice Dream&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Clara? Clara?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Mmm… Vix? Are… are we still in India?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Come… The elevator is waiting for us again. We don&amp;rsquo;t have much time left.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tired and confused, I could feel Vix pulling on my arms, trying to get me off the bed. The room was all dark again, and Asha and Savannah weren&amp;rsquo;t around anymore. The two hot catgirls had mysteriously vanished after our fun activity.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2022/02/16/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Wed, 16 Feb 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/02/16/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-32---the-minds-of-pets"&gt;Chapter 32 - The Minds of Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;How did this happen?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This morning, Lucy called me because Oreo got a cold and said she would like me to cover for her. Since I didn&amp;rsquo;t have school today, I accepted, but I didn&amp;rsquo;t think things would turn into this catastrophic drama.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After traveling to the café from the pethouse, everything was normal. I walked into the Cakes and pets and greeted Lucy before heading to the costume room, where she helped me suit up for the day. Oreo and I were the same size, so I didn&amp;rsquo;t have any problem squeezing my small butt inside the stretchy black and white cat skin, and it felt great to know that I could wear something my girlfriend loved so much. Usually, I was not that interested in being a pet because I preferred just to hang around them, make them drink and eat, and cuddle with them, here in the lounge or the capsule rooms upstairs. But the latex cat costume even smelled like Oreo, so it made my experience a very enticing one.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2022/02/13/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Sun, 13 Feb 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/02/13/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-31---lucy"&gt;Chapter 31 - Lucy&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Why did Lucy want all of us to come to the café today? Usually, she is like, &amp;ldquo;No, Trixie! I don&amp;rsquo;t want to see your rat face at the café when you are not working,&amp;rdquo; and then she refuses to give me a piece of cake, and I have to steal one.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I don&amp;rsquo;t know, Trixie. Maybe she is going to scold us because we sneaked out of the pethouse while wearing the rabbit costume the other day.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Kitten Trap</title><link>/stories/2022/02/13/kitten-trap/</link><pubDate>Sun, 13 Feb 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/02/13/kitten-trap/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It took her 6 months but Nancy finally got the house that was left to her by her Aunt Ester, who had recently died in a car accident. The house was located outside the town of the college she attended. The location was close enough that she was going to just move in there and save money for housing on the campus. The drive to the house was pretty as it wove its way up a wood hill. The house itself was very large. It wasn’t as large as movie star mansions but it still had lots of room. As she drove up three guys came outside to greet her. She recognized them all. She had grown up with them in the town below. She hasn’t seen them in a few years but stayed in touch by phone and e-mail. She jumped out of the car and ran over to hug all three of them.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2022/02/09/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Wed, 09 Feb 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/02/09/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-30---the-bravery-of-pets"&gt;Chapter 30 - The Bravery of Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;WRRRZZZZZZ!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;AAAAH! NOOO!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Trixie jumped down the doctor&amp;rsquo;s table and ran to the corner of the room to hide behind the large plant. Even though he had explained to her that this noisy saw would only cut her cast and not her actual arm, it scared the shit out of her anyway. Like we did all morning, Misti and I attempted to reassure her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2022/02/06/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Sun, 06 Feb 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/02/06/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-29---cooking-pets"&gt;Chapter 29 - Cooking Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was early in the morning, too early. I could have stayed in bed and rested because, frankly, spending time with ALL the petgirls out of costume all at once wasn&amp;rsquo;t easy. My little friends could be sexually demanding. At night, they gave Oreo and me some privacy, but it was a different story during the day. I never had as much sex over two days. I was wondering if there was a correlation between that and Oreo&amp;rsquo;s cute BDSM outfit I borrowed. Maybe that new look had made me more desirable.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Subscription</title><link>/stories/2022/01/31/subscription/</link><pubDate>Mon, 31 Jan 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/01/31/subscription/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Bye, Jenna!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;See you next week, Layla. Enjoy your weekend!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Will do!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yes, that was my name. Layla. And that was also the name on the ID card that I tossed on the passenger seat of my car, signaling that I was ready to take a moment to relax. It has been a tough week at work, and this long three-day weekend was more than welcome.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I only worked in the garden center of a renovation store, so it wasn&amp;rsquo;t overly demanding because I liked plants a lot, but still, when work was over, I didn&amp;rsquo;t carry that hobby with me. I didn&amp;rsquo;t have any plants or trees to take care of at home, and I intended to keep it that way. I had better things to do.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Personal Trainer</title><link>/stories/2022/01/04/my-personal-trainer/</link><pubDate>Tue, 04 Jan 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/01/04/my-personal-trainer/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;…&amp;ldquo;JESSICA, YOU WILL GO TO THE FAR SIDE OF THE ESTATE AND FIND A SUPPLE GREEN TWIG THREE TO FOUR FEET IN LENGTH, THE WILLOW TREE BY THE STREAM WOULD BE A GOOD FIRST CHOICE, UNLESS YOU WISH TO BE WANDERING AROUND IN YOUR EXCESS SKIN ALL MORNING. YOU WILL THEN BREAK IT FROM THE TREE AND RETURN TO ME WITH IT CLENCHED IN YOUR TEETH LIKE A GOLDEN RETRIEVER THAT HAS BEEN PROPERLY TRAINED, ALL SO I CAN BEGIN YOUR OWN TRAINING. IN THIS WAY YOU WILL ASSOCIATE THE STING OF THE SWITCH WITH YOUR SOUR MOUTH, THE IRONY OF HAVING YOU SELECT AND DELIVER THE IMPLEMENT OF YOUR OWN PUNISHMENT JUST TOO SWEET TO PASS UP.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Manor</title><link>/stories/2021/12/16/the-manor/</link><pubDate>Thu, 16 Dec 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/12/16/the-manor/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I fell back to the bed, with a thin layer of sweat that coated the entire length of my naked body. Sexual moans and groans had once filled the room but now had been replaced by an aftermath of heavy breaths, nothing sexual but to get air back into my lungs. Heat radiated from my body and caused the sweat to leave my body, soaking the messed up sheets that laid underneath me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Lapdog</title><link>/stories/2021/12/11/the-lapdog/</link><pubDate>Sat, 11 Dec 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/12/11/the-lapdog/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-5-the-person-and-the-petgirl"&gt;Chapter 5: The Person and the Petgirl&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lisa thought to herself that she would rather be &lt;em&gt;anywhere&lt;/em&gt; but on display at the annual dog show. But there was nothing she could do about it. Lisa sat on all-fours on her table and submitted in silence to the primping of her handler. Her handler. Lisa winced. She wished that the people running the show had chosen someone else.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her only hope was that it would all be over soon and that Miss would return to take her home. The crowds surrounded Lisa and the real dogs that were on the other tables, but it was her that everyone was staring at. She tried not to pay attention to the fragments of conversation that rose above the roar of the audience.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2021/12/09/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Thu, 09 Dec 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/12/09/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-28---dating-pets"&gt;Chapter 28 - Dating Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Are we doing the right thing?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Are you sure?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Lucy won&amp;rsquo;t be mad?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I don&amp;rsquo;t think so.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Are you sure?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I don&amp;rsquo;t see why she would. She is always trying hard to keep us happy.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Are you happy?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I am now.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was my way to evacuate anxiety, asking too many questions. But no matter how many answers Oreo provided, it didn&amp;rsquo;t help much. I had this lingering feeling inside of me that made me wonder if we were making a mistake or, at the very least, if I deserved what was happening to me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2021/11/25/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Thu, 25 Nov 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/11/25/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-27---safety-pets"&gt;Chapter 27 - Safety Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I wanted to say… I like you a lot and…&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;But, I know that already, Clara.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;No, no… Oreo. Listen…&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;But, I do.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Under the blankets, well hidden from the world, Oreo and I finally found time to talk quietly without being pressured by time or people. Now, it was just a matter for me to find a way to convey my message so that Oreo wouldn&amp;rsquo;t think I was weird or threatening. I also wanted to hear what she had to say in return.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2021/11/14/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Sun, 14 Nov 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/11/14/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-4"&gt;Chapter 4&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;What do you think of this one?&amp;rdquo; Emily asked, picking up a white shirt with a cute cat pattern on the front.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;It looks okay&amp;rdquo; I gave it a quick glimpse.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The small town my father forced me to move into had hardly any decent shops. It was a quiet place that had lost many of it&amp;rsquo;s buildings to time. The high street, which was once full of life has now transformed into a wasteland of empty windows. For every one store that was open and serving customers, two stores were completely abandoned.
As none of the open shops were clothing stores, me and Emily had to look through a few charity shops instead, most of them interested my sister… but to me they were all ugly.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2021/11/04/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Thu, 04 Nov 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/11/04/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-26---falling-for-pets"&gt;Chapter 26 - Falling for Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Clara! Get out of that capsule!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;…&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;There is no shame in having a crush. It&amp;rsquo;s normal.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;…&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Everything is going to be fine! Anyway, you can&amp;rsquo;t hide in there forever!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;…&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Just come out already, so we can talk about it at least!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Why did this happen to me? It was not fair. Yesterday, I admitted to Asha that I had a crush on Oreo, and then, everything went sideways. To make a long story short, I wanted to approach Oreo in a friendly manner and see if my feelings made sense and to inquire about hers as well, but because of an unfortunate series of events, it didn&amp;rsquo;t happen.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Another Year, Another Slave to Own</title><link>/stories/2021/10/29/another-year-another-slave-to-own/</link><pubDate>Fri, 29 Oct 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/10/29/another-year-another-slave-to-own/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="chapter-one-sunny-side-up"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter One: Sunny Side Up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I’m not sure why I pulled my rented, blood red, economy car off the highway, in a fateful decision to explore the small town of Sunnyside. Maybe it was because I was ahead of schedule in my drive back to my university from visiting a friend in a neighboring state or perhaps it was because I had heard so many amazing stories about how beautiful and affluent the town was that I just had to see it for myself.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2021/10/23/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 Oct 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/10/23/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-3"&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I took in the beauty of the garden. Despite it being in the middle of the summer, the morning was relatively cold but the view was worth it. The morning sun was just stretching over the horizon, illuminating grass and plants in it&amp;rsquo;s heavenly glow. It filled the air and reflected off the morning dew that covered everything in the garden. To me, it looked as if it was a massive diamond, glittering in the light to show off it&amp;rsquo;s amazing value. It gave the area a priceless and almost brand new and innocent look.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2021/10/15/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Fri, 15 Oct 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/10/15/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-25---unobtainable-pets"&gt;Chapter 25 - Unobtainable Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I loved Trixie a whole bunch, but she was a demanding one. When she didn&amp;rsquo;t use her broken arm as an excuse to be lazy and make us do everything for her, she wanted to spend all her extra spare time with whoever pet girls were off work on any given day for some sexy time. At least I didn&amp;rsquo;t have to wear her rabbit costume again because there was always someone else more willing than I was. The pet girls were always thrilled when they got to wear costumes they didn&amp;rsquo;t get to put on often.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Puppy's Day</title><link>/stories/2021/09/28/a-puppys-day/</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Sep 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/09/28/a-puppys-day/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Master gave me a task today. To document my typical day. Maybe I&amp;rsquo;ll introduce myself first. My name is Jade. Wait no my name is Emily. Jade is the name that Master gave me. I think it is because my eyes are bright green. Master has never told me. I have always just been Jade. I don’t know Master’s name. Actually I don’t really know anything about him. I have never really met him. I answered a job ad, it was like any job ad - professional seeks full time personal assistant for specific role. It noted 24/7 live in position but I assumed that was to be on-call at all times. I guess I am on-call but wasn’t expecting this level of on-call. I had an interview via Master’s lawyer who went through the entire role in very specific details. I had to complete a physical and mental health assessment, as well as drug, alcohol and STD tests. Payment terms and conditions were negotiated. The remuneration package was very generous. Very generous! Some very weird items had to be signed off. This is so weird but somehow now just feels normal and right. I have been here for 3 months now, with 9 months to go. The agreement was simple and clear. I would be Master&amp;rsquo;s pet dog for 12 months.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Lapdog</title><link>/stories/2021/09/06/the-lapdog/</link><pubDate>Mon, 06 Sep 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/09/06/the-lapdog/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-4-obedience-training"&gt;Chapter 4: Obedience Training&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After a lengthy court fight, Lisa had finally won out. She was still working on a way to get her poodle costume off, but she was hopeful that she’d eventually find a solution. As a long, stressful day turned to evening, Lisa cut through the park on her way home. Her poodle wig bobbed as she walked down the deserted path. Lisa shivered, both from nerves and the cold. It was dark now, and her fur covered bra and panties didn&amp;rsquo;t provide much warmth. Or much dignity. As she hurried through the empty park, her breasts bouncing with every step, Lisa was painfully aware of how her costume put her body on display…and how vulnerable it made her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2021/09/01/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Wed, 01 Sep 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/09/01/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-1"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!&amp;rdquo; I scream in the car, my voice slightly breaking at the end of the sentence.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;8 years after my mother&amp;rsquo;s death my Dad had finally met someone. A lady named Jane who he knew from work, both of them were doctors who worked in the local hospital and got on very well. Jane had been divorced for over two years at this point and both her and my Dad had the idea of merging our two families. I was my Dad&amp;rsquo;s only daughter and Jane had a daughter too. That was my problem.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2021/08/25/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Wed, 25 Aug 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/08/25/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-24---comfort-pets"&gt;Chapter 24 - Comfort Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Alright, Clara. Let&amp;rsquo;s put your hat back on, so you are well disguised when we walk back in the building.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh, and her raincoat too!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Right!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a terrible idea when we left the building, and it was still a terrible idea now that we tried to sneak back in. To reach the pethouse at the top of the big insurance building, we were about to enter using the back door, but we would still have to walk through some common areas before reaching the elevators near the lobby.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Petgirl's Peril</title><link>/stories/2021/08/08/petgirls-peril/</link><pubDate>Sun, 08 Aug 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/08/08/petgirls-peril/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A tug on my leash reminds me of my place as my Master’s Petgirl. The hiking trail is moderate but more difficult wearing 5 inch stilettos. Along with the sexy heels my attire includes a bikini that&amp;rsquo;s covered in cute kitty fur and a kitty tail that is actually a butt plug/vibrator. My ears have been altered to look like cute furry kitty ears. Then there&amp;rsquo;s my kitty collar with a large loud bell and my pet tag that says ‘Ava, Property of Master Bill’.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Women Will Save The Males</title><link>/stories/2021/08/08/women-will-save-the-males/</link><pubDate>Sun, 08 Aug 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/08/08/women-will-save-the-males/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-4---sleeping-is-for-the-weak"&gt;Chapter 4 - Sleeping is for the Weak&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Alright, let me do this, Isuki, then you can go see the nurse just outside my office and give her your leash. She will walk you back to Misha.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Do what? AAAAAH!”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Turn on your butterfly vibrator to the highest speed, of course. It&amp;rsquo;s going to make you forget about your sore nipples until you get back to her.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Aaaaah! It&amp;rsquo;s… It&amp;rsquo;s too powerful…&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Feliformia</title><link>/stories/2021/07/26/feliformia/</link><pubDate>Mon, 26 Jul 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/07/26/feliformia/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="feliformia13.html"&gt;chapter thirteen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="the-animal-cafe"&gt;The Animal Cafe&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="part-1"&gt;Part 1&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Drive faster!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I will not!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;But, we must get there faster!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I don&amp;rsquo;t even think they are open this early. We may have to wait outside anyway. Would you calm down?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;NO! I must see the animals now!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Syr rolled her eyes at Kitty, whose behavior had been beyond childish since she had learned about her impromptu trip to the animal café. Sitting on the passenger seat, the small Asian girl pointlessly tried to look farther down the road as if that would take her closer to the cake shop faster. She was known to be excitable, but this time it was a severe case.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Feliformia</title><link>/stories/2021/07/26/feliformia/</link><pubDate>Mon, 26 Jul 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/07/26/feliformia/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="feliformia14-1.html"&gt;chapter fourteen (part 1)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="the-animal-cafe"&gt;The Animal Cafe&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After a ten minutes walk, the new friends arrived in front of the café. Meeka was rather calm, but Kitty was getting anxious. She just couldn&amp;rsquo;t wait before trying one of those petsuits. Despite her excitement, a spontaneous question popped inside her head. Her hand grabbed Meeka&amp;rsquo;s shirt before she could open the door.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey… Meeka, wait. Does… Does Lucy know who I am?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2021/07/21/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Wed, 21 Jul 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/07/21/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-23---disguising-pets"&gt;Chapter 23 - Disguising pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Why are you the one holding her leash? Give it to me, Trixie!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Misti! Stop it! It&amp;rsquo;s my costume, not yours!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;It doesn&amp;rsquo;t count when you are not wearing it. I want to walk Clara too!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m gravely injured. I need her assistance.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;You are not gravely injured! You just have a cast on your arm.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well, I could trip and fall, then I would die, and everybody would be sad. If Clara is near me, she would catch me and save me!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2021/07/07/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Wed, 07 Jul 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/07/07/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-22---nursing-pets"&gt;Chapter 22 - Nursing Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was early in the morning, but Accalia and I were awake already. Wearing our cute pajamas, we were sitting on the master bedroom&amp;rsquo;s big bed at the Pethouse, and snoozing between us was Trixie. The poor thing didn&amp;rsquo;t sleep well because of her cast and throbbing arm. It must have been the first time that she had not attempted to do dirty things to us while not at the café. Her little naked body rested peacefully under the blanket while Accalia and I were reviewing our school paperwork.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Women Will Save The Males</title><link>/stories/2021/06/27/women-will-save-the-males/</link><pubDate>Sun, 27 Jun 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/06/27/women-will-save-the-males/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-3---make-them-look-pretty"&gt;Chapter 3 - Make Them Look Pretty&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jennie entered the office, barely able to walk on her noticeably wobbly legs. Her empathic coworkers petting her hair and rubbing her back helped her sit in her chair. Exhausted, she let her face fall flat on her desk.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Meanwhile, standing awkwardly in the doorway, Isuki played with her rubber paws and unsure what to do next. Everybody stared at her silently, wondering what she could have done to affect Jennie to this extent. Jennie&amp;rsquo;s lamentations troubled everybody present in the room, and a single question was on everybody&amp;rsquo;s mind since they knew where those two had been for the past hour; was Iskuki that good in bed?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2021/06/06/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Sun, 06 Jun 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/06/06/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-21---pets-must-be-pets"&gt;Chapter 21 - Pets Must be Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Alright, Clara. Now, tell me what happened, and then we will fix it together. I&amp;rsquo;m sure it can&amp;rsquo;t be that bad.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Right after Elizabeth threw her little friend into the lounge, and who knew what was happening behind that door at the moment, she turned to me and placed her artistically-gifted hand on my shoulder. She wanted to learn the reason for my devastated state, but how could I tell her that I had failed the totality of my sudden responsibilities.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Lapdog</title><link>/stories/2021/05/25/the-lapdog/</link><pubDate>Tue, 25 May 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/05/25/the-lapdog/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-3-a-gauntlet-of-errands"&gt;Chapter 3: A Gauntlet of Errands&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lisa leaned against the podium as she stood before a roomful of her colleagues. Her carefully prepared presentation slides were on display behind her. She took a brief glance at her notes, put a confident smile on her face, and looked out at her audience. But to her confusion, Lisa saw that several of them had started to giggle and point at her. She looked down at herself and froze in horror at what she saw. She was dressed in her poodle costume!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Kennel</title><link>/stories/2021/05/03/the-kennel/</link><pubDate>Mon, 03 May 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/05/03/the-kennel/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Her fingers were sliding along the edges of her wet pussy as her other hand was rubbing her nipple. She was getting close to an orgasm when someone began to knock loudly at her front door. She quickly covered up, answered the door and saw a UPS delivery man, a nerd with a pot belly, holding a package.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She was annoyed that this disgusting man disturbed her self pleasure but she saw he had a package that she has been waiting for. &amp;ldquo;Well just don&amp;rsquo;t stand there like an idiot! Give me my package and stop staring at my cleavage! I&amp;rsquo;m out of your league!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2021/05/02/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Sun, 02 May 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/05/02/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-20---chaos-cakes-and-pets"&gt;Chapter 20 - Chaos, Cakes, and Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Morning, Clara!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Mmm…&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The bed was warm, the sheets silky, and my pillow very squishy; I could have slept all day. I cracked my eyes open, and in front of me was Accalia, with her cute Asian face. She just pulled me out of my slumber and placed a basket full of random breakfast items next to me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey, where is your lover?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2021/04/26/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Mon, 26 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/04/26/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="oreo"&gt;Oreo&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was one of those days that Oreo, the black and white cat, didn&amp;rsquo;t like at all, the end of her work shift at the Cakes &amp;amp; Pets. Shortly, Lucy would grab her by the wrist and lead her to the costume room to take her pet suit off no matter how she would be fighting against it. This time around, she would be off for four days in a row, which made her sad.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2021/04/24/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Sat, 24 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/04/24/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-19---the-hidden-face-of-pets"&gt;Chapter 19 - The Hidden Face of Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Come, Accalia. Your shift is over. Let&amp;rsquo;s take you out of that costume.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As Lucy spoke those words, Accalia ran away from her, but she had nowhere to go. This useless protest was a repetitive scene at the Cakes &amp;amp; Pets when one of the cute animals reached the end of its work shift. Lucy asked for cooperation, but the pets always acted as if they didn&amp;rsquo;t expect what she would do. To me, I found this theatrical performance rather cute, but to Lucy, it was draining, and sometimes, to make things easier, she had to resort to a carrot and stick approach to obtain some sort of obedience.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Women Will Save The Males</title><link>/stories/2021/04/10/women-will-save-the-males/</link><pubDate>Sat, 10 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/04/10/women-will-save-the-males/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-2---i-dont-want-to-be-a-pet-maybe"&gt;Chapter 2 - I don’t want to be a pet (Maybe)&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I don&amp;rsquo;t want to be a pet!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;It doesn&amp;rsquo;t matter. Since your spine is made of gelatine, you&amp;rsquo;ll do it anyway.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Awww…&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;See… Like I just said! You lower your head and don&amp;rsquo;t even consider fighting back.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As the two nurses prepared their procedure, Isuki unconvincingly attempted to argue with Misha, who just leaned against the wall while shaking her head. Her friend needed a lesson that should, at least that was the goal, help her kick start her new life. She needed to learn how to fight back a little bit and get what she wanted in life instead of just blindly following directions or waiting for good things to land on her lap. The world didn&amp;rsquo;t work that way.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Lapdog</title><link>/stories/2021/03/21/the-lapdog/</link><pubDate>Sun, 21 Mar 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/03/21/the-lapdog/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-2-petgirl-at-work"&gt;Chapter 2: Petgirl at Work&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lisa sighed as the guard walked her through the cellblock. She had thought that her problems would be over after she&amp;rsquo;d been freed from Miss Davenport.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Can&amp;rsquo;t you take these handcuffs off? It&amp;rsquo;s hard to walk with my hands behind my back.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The guard laughed and slapped her ass. She had a mean glint in her eyes that made Lisa nervous. “Better get used to them, honey. Now that they&amp;rsquo;ve finally caught up with you for insider trading, you&amp;rsquo;re going to be in here for a long time. You&amp;rsquo;re going to spend a lot of your sentence this way if &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; have anything to say about it! I bet you wish that rich lady still owned you.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Secret Bondage Club</title><link>/stories/2021/03/02/the-secret-bondage-club/</link><pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/03/02/the-secret-bondage-club/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The Secret Bondage Club 2 - Sensual Robert&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The large woman named Abby re-adjusts Mindy&amp;rsquo;s and my position. We are now face to face and our locked up cocks were touching each other. Abby adds a strong vibrator against our balls and then places us both in one tight satin sleep sack, hanging from a hook. This was an embarrassing and vulnerable position to be in, since Mindy was very horny.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Feliformia</title><link>/stories/2021/02/23/feliformia/</link><pubDate>Tue, 23 Feb 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/02/23/feliformia/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="feliformia12-2.html"&gt;chapter twelve (part 2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="chapter-12---cats-of-the-caribbean-part-3"&gt;Chapter 12 - Cats of the Caribbean (Part 3)&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Elizabeth! We need two more cathead sandwiches and another shrimp skewer.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes! Right away!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Michelle, do we have any more Old Castle beer?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;No. We ran out. This is ridiculous.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s okay. We will just sell them something else. So, Erika? How is it going?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Someone, PLEASE! Go tell Kitty to come back here. I don&amp;rsquo;t know what she is doing up there on the curb, but she is sending us way too many clients. We can&amp;rsquo;t keep up!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2021/02/18/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Thu, 18 Feb 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/02/18/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-18---steamy-pets"&gt;Chapter 18 - Steamy Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;So, what do you want to do, Clara?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I don&amp;rsquo;t know, Asha. Lucy didn&amp;rsquo;t say anything about that.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hehe, you are funny. Lucy is not going to choose which bed you are going to sleep in.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Today was a huge day. I was officially moving to the pethouse, this luxurious penthouse perched atop a tall insurance building in the middle of the downtown business area. Asha and Vix were supposed to welcome me, but the small fox girl wasn&amp;rsquo;t around. Apparently, Lucy had decided to keep her an extra day at the café, possibly because she didn&amp;rsquo;t want to overwhelm me on my first day in my new home.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2021/02/18/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Thu, 18 Feb 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/02/18/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-17---accalia"&gt;Chapter 17 - Accalia&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Copyright © 2021 by Tigerstretch.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;You stay right there while I&amp;rsquo;m calling the police!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;No! Please! Don&amp;rsquo;t do this!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;You are a thief, and you attacked one of my employees. You should have thought about it twice before doing something so idiotic.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;You&amp;hellip; you can&amp;rsquo;t keep me here by force!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I sure can. Have you ever heard about a citizen&amp;rsquo;s arrest? You stay on that chair and don&amp;rsquo;t move a muscle until the police show up. You can plead your case to them to your heart content.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Lapdog</title><link>/stories/2021/02/08/the-lapdog/</link><pubDate>Mon, 08 Feb 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/02/08/the-lapdog/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-1-foreclosure"&gt;Chapter 1: Foreclosure&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lisa shivered from the touch of cold iron against her naked flesh. There was so little room in her narrow cage that her breasts were pressed against the metal bars. A ball gag had been stuffed in her mouth to prevent any unwanted noise. Her cage stood on a small platform, so that prospective buyers could see her while they were bidding. Lisa could see a few of them staring at her already. The noise of the crowd subsided as the auctioneer began his pitch.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Feliformia</title><link>/stories/2021/02/04/feliformia/</link><pubDate>Thu, 04 Feb 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/02/04/feliformia/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="feliformia12-1.html"&gt;chapter twelve (part 1)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="chapter-12---cats-of-the-caribbean-part-2"&gt;Chapter 12 - Cats of the Caribbean (Part 2)&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Aaah! Aaaahn! Mmmm! More! Mooore!”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Shhh! They will hear us!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Aaahn! But&amp;hellip; I want&amp;hellip; mooore! aaah!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As I had my beautiful Syr pinned under me on the mattress and accepting my love and begging for more pleasure, I couldn&amp;rsquo;t ask for a better vacation so far. What had started as a fiasco had turned into a very enjoyable adventure. We had so much fun that we even decided to extend our stay by an additional week.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2021/01/31/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Sun, 31 Jan 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/01/31/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-17---christmas-pets"&gt;Chapter 17 - Christmas Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;LUUUCY! LUUUCY! Baaaah!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Sshhh&amp;hellip; I&amp;rsquo;m here&amp;hellip; I&amp;rsquo;m here, Clara.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Luuucy!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;You had another nightmare? It&amp;rsquo;s okay. I&amp;rsquo;m here now. Just calm down. Everything will be okay.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It has been two days since my shameful trip to the hospital. Lucy had brought me back to her small apartment near the Cakes &amp;amp; Pets. She said that for the time being, I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t go anywhere else. Getting better would have to be my only priority, and everything else had to be put to the back burner.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Feliformia</title><link>/stories/2021/01/26/feliformia/</link><pubDate>Tue, 26 Jan 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/01/26/feliformia/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="feliformia11-2.html"&gt;chapter eleven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="chapter-12---cats-of-the-caribbean-part-1"&gt;Chapter 12 - Cats of the Caribbean (Part 1)&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Erika, slow down&amp;hellip; We have plenty of time. You’re always driving too fast.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m not driving that fast. I just don&amp;rsquo;t want us to miss our plane.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;We still have three hours before it takes off, and we’re fifteen minutes away from the airport. I&amp;rsquo;m pretty sure we will be okay.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Our SUV flew down the highway at an excessive speed, but I couldn&amp;rsquo;t blame Erika for being this excited about our trip. We were all thrilled at the perspective of spending a full week on a sandy beach in the Caribbean.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2021/01/12/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Tue, 12 Jan 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/01/12/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-16---the-pain-of-pets"&gt;Chapter 16 - The Pain of Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was sitting on the floor, my back against the wall while holding Oreo in my arms, both of us waiting to see what her best friend, Misti, would look like.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After our round trip to the suburbs and meeting Elizabeth, the artist who had created all the pet costumes, we returned to the café. As soon as we gave the box containing the new mystery suit to Lucy, she had asked me to keep an eye on her pets while she went upstairs with Misti. There was no doubt about it; not only these two had to discuss the lessons learned, and Misti would wear the brand new costume that none of us knew nothing about.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2020/12/24/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/12/24/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-15---the-creation-of-pets"&gt;Chapter 15 - The Creation of Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Just as Misti finished dressing up as a human, Lucy entered the changing room, not looking too happy. Immediately, Misti restarted sobbing in terror. No matter how reassuring I tried to be, it was useless; the poor girl had convinced herself that Lucy would make her pay for the broken costume and kick her out of the pethouse. It was irrational at best, but I understood why she was reacting this way; similar to me, her friends were her whole universe.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2020/12/05/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Sat, 05 Dec 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/12/05/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-14---the-ups-and-downs-of-pets"&gt;Chapter 14 - The Ups and Downs of Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Mmmm&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Was it morning already? Last night Trixie and Misti made love to me until very late at night, so much that we didn&amp;rsquo;t even have time to talk about any of this storm of events that happened to me yesterday. It was okay because I got to play with their blonde hair to my heart content, but I still didn&amp;rsquo;t have any answers to my questions.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2020/11/30/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/11/30/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-13---for-the-love-of-pets"&gt;Chapter 13 - For the Love of Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;But&amp;hellip; That&amp;rsquo;s a lot.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;56$ more, yes&amp;hellip; It&amp;rsquo;s because of all the renovation we had to do on the building.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;You&amp;hellip; You didn&amp;rsquo;t do any!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Listen, Clara. You are a good tenant, but you have no choice here. You either accept the raise, or you&amp;rsquo;ll have to find a new place. I&amp;rsquo;m sorry. You have until next Thursday to give me your decision.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Rubbercat Tails</title><link>/stories/2020/11/21/rubbercat-tails/</link><pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/11/21/rubbercat-tails/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="rubbercat_tails4.html"&gt;chapter four&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="chapter-5---graduation"&gt;Chapter 5 - Graduation&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Master Mark! Why is this taking so long? I will not have enough time to cook a proper dinner tonight.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Syr, we will just go to the restaurant, okay? We didn&amp;rsquo;t know her exam was going to be delayed due to a power outage.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;My presence isn&amp;rsquo;t required.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Syr! Why are you so grumpy? What&amp;rsquo;s the matter? Aren&amp;rsquo;t you happy to be here to support Kitty? She is trying to obtain her first school degree. It is a big moment.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2020/11/18/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/11/18/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-12---delicious-pets"&gt;Chapter 12 - Delicious Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Open wide!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;&amp;hellip; mmmph!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;There you go&amp;hellip; Thanks so much for doing this for me on your day off.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I nodded&amp;hellip; that was all I could do now that my mouth was stuffed with the soft mouthpiece, and my nose was invaded by the nose tubes. Lucy was turning me into a white rabbit again. I always seemed to end up in trouble after something nice happened to me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Sun I Can't See</title><link>/stories/2020/11/14/the-sun-i-cant-see/</link><pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/11/14/the-sun-i-cant-see/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-4---night-part-1"&gt;Chapter 4 - Night (Part 1)&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Morning, Squeaky.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Mmm&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I tried to stretch my limbs as Miles ran his fingers on my latex covered face, but I couldn&amp;rsquo;t move&amp;hellip; ah, yes. The sleepsack. The amazing contraption hugged my body so comfortably. Did I really fall asleep in bondage? I wondered what time it was; we went to bed late last night and I slept like a baby since then.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Do you want out?&amp;rdquo; Miles asked.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Sun I Can't See</title><link>/stories/2020/11/14/the-sun-i-cant-see/</link><pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/11/14/the-sun-i-cant-see/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-4---night-part-2"&gt;Chapter 4 - Night (Part 2)&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;You are happy now, aren&amp;rsquo;t you?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Very! Best evening ever.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;And you HAD to buy me the petgirl kit&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey, Mary! You can&amp;rsquo;t hide what you like anymore. So yes, I knew it would make you happy, so I got it for you.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;No, Alex&amp;hellip; We all know it&amp;rsquo;s because it would make YOU happy!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Ah&amp;hellip; Come on! It was super fun. For once that we have something in common&amp;hellip; You could be less grumbly about it.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2020/10/14/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/10/14/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-11---dreaming-of-pets"&gt;Chapter 11 - Dreaming of Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Mmm?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Clara&amp;hellip; Wake up!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;&amp;hellip;Vix?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes&amp;hellip; You have to wake up! I want to cuddle with you!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In front of me was Vix, the cute rubbery red fox. How did this happen? I went to see her at her house because she was sick&amp;hellip; but she was only wearing a cute animal pajama when I joined her on the bed. How come she was wearing her pet costume now? Was I asleep for that long?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2020/10/07/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/10/07/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-10---limitless-pets"&gt;Chapter 10 - Limitless Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Now, Oreo, you climb on top of them! You can do it!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At the bottom of the pyramid, there was Asha, Meeka, and Accalia, on their knees and paws. On top of them were Misti and Trixi, trying to keep their balance. And Oreo was now climbing to the top for the third time, and, hopefully, she wouldn&amp;rsquo;t make everybody fall again.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oreo&amp;hellip; Don&amp;rsquo;t put your foot on Accalia&amp;rsquo;s head&amp;hellip; Nooo!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2020/09/26/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/09/26/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-9---a-multitude-of-pets"&gt;Chapter 9 - A Multitude Of Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Asha! I&amp;rsquo;m super tired&amp;hellip; You must let me sleep!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was 2 am already. Vix was deep asleep next to me on my bed, but Asha just wouldn&amp;rsquo;t leave me alone. She was still on a high since the movie night and the unexpected sleepover at my place, but I needed to get some sleep as I was working tomorrow. The snow leopard wouldn&amp;rsquo;t stop cuddling me, and I didn&amp;rsquo;t know what to do anymore.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Feliformia</title><link>/stories/2020/09/23/feliformia/</link><pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/09/23/feliformia/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="feliformia11.html"&gt;chapter eleven (part 1)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="chapter-11---friendship-part-2"&gt;Chapter 11 - Friendship (Part 2)&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The following days were eventless. Kitty got her crate back, she loved her new premium-quality collar, and last but not least, Erika filled me in about an evil plan she came up with to address Kitty’s romantic issues with Syr; an idea that charmed me right off the bat.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Of course, Kitty suspected something was brewing, and she tried hard to get the details, but we didn&amp;rsquo;t give her any. When she insisted too much, we just threw her inside her crate with a vibrator, which not-so-curiously kept her quiet for long moments.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Feliformia</title><link>/stories/2020/09/23/feliformia/</link><pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/09/23/feliformia/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="feliformia10-2.html"&gt;chapter ten&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="chapter-11---friendship-part-1"&gt;Chapter 11 - Friendship (Part 1)&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Master Mark! Aaah! You are hurting me!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Just a bit longer, Syr, you can endure it for me, I&amp;rsquo;m sure. Both of us are going to be happy when this is done.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;But, I&amp;rsquo;m bleeding. I&amp;rsquo;m not acting this time. You are too rough.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m not too rough. You are going to be fine!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Be more gentle. Aaaah! Not like this!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2020/09/12/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/09/12/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-8---an-ocean-of-pets"&gt;Chapter 8 - An Ocean of Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was the middle of the night, and I couldn&amp;rsquo;t sleep. She was so warm.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her silky skin pressing against mine was something I had never experienced before. She was so peaceful that I was even wondering if she was still breathing. Her mouth was so close to my neck, and she even drooled on me a little.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Never in a thousand years, I could have expected this&amp;hellip; Going back home with a pet girl who was not hiding her true self within the confine of a cute animal costume. Trixie, the white rabbit, was my friend. But&amp;hellip; Who was she to me as a human girl?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2020/09/08/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/09/08/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-7---and-there-were-pets"&gt;Chapter 7 - And There Were Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Would you get off Trixie, please! She can&amp;rsquo;t breathe!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was indeed stuck on my back with all the pet girls piled up on top of me, much enjoying the fact that I turned into a temporary white rabbit. Lucy just called me Trixie too, probably out of habit&amp;hellip; or not. The real Trixie was not working today, but the living costume made it hard to believe.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2020/09/05/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/09/05/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-6---a-universe-of-pets"&gt;Chapter 6 - A Universe Of Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She was beautiful.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My shy finger traced the shape of her black spots, standing out on her white latex skin as she was sleeping. Apparently, Asha, the small snow leopard, liked sleeping a lot.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After our shower incident last night, we cuddled ourselves to sleep without having sex. It was not so evident for me to determine when was a good time or not for this type of extra play with the pets.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2020/08/29/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/08/29/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-5---my-lovely-pets"&gt;Chapter 5 - My Lovely Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Thank you!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Wow&amp;hellip; That came out well for once. I just ordered a smoothie from the kiosk at the mall, and when they handed it over to me, I didn&amp;rsquo;t hesitate or think; the words flew out of my mouth flawlessly. Regularly talking to the pet girls was making a big difference. Saying thank you maybe was not a big deal for most people, but to me, it was a small victory.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2020/08/29/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/08/29/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-3---more-than-pets"&gt;Chapter 3 - More Than Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When I woke up this morning, I had a cute latex rabbit girl in my arms. Who in the world could have bragged about the same thing? All my apprehensions and fears toward Trixie had been unjustified. Sure, Trixie would probably have loved to have more than I had to offer last night, but she has been so understanding.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She quickly saw that I was not ready for more than what we had done so far, so instead of pressuring me, she found a way to make me happy in a different way. We read a book together, and then we cuddled ourselves to sleep. This experience with Trixie awakened something inside me that I had not felt very often.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2020/08/29/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/08/29/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-4---a-world-of-pets"&gt;Chapter 4 - A World Of Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;This is all their keys in case you need them. As I said, don&amp;rsquo;t try to take them out of their suit unless it is absolutely necessary. It would be the best way to make them angry at you.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;&amp;hellip;Yes.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;So, all their meals are in the fridge, and I labeled each bottle with their names. They each have an extra, just in case.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Café</title><link>/stories/2020/08/23/animal-caf%C3%A9/</link><pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/08/23/animal-caf%C3%A9/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-2---even-more-pets"&gt;Chapter 2 - Even more pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey, Clara! You are back!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Haha, still not very chatty. I&amp;rsquo;m so happy to see you. I wasn&amp;rsquo;t sure you would want to come back after what I had done to you the other day.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lucy was definitely still friendly, and I was still unable to utter a single word because of my communication disorder. She more than likely knew I had a problem, but she did not act like I was different. Being treated that way was helpful.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Café</title><link>/stories/2020/08/21/animal-caf%C3%A9/</link><pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/08/21/animal-caf%C3%A9/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-1---a-bunch-of-pets"&gt;Chapter 1 - A bunch of pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;If I don&amp;rsquo;t do it now, I will never do it&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When I heard about this new animal café that opened recently in my city, I really got attracted to it and wanted to visit badly. Unfortunately, I was all alone and rather shy, so going to a brand new place that had a social function was not an easy thing for me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Model Pet</title><link>/stories/2020/05/08/a-model-pet/</link><pubDate>Fri, 08 May 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/05/08/a-model-pet/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;When female slavery became legalized and commonplace across the civilized world nearly a decade ago, it left the average woman in a tough spot. Freedom and citizenship rights could be maintained by renewing an annual license, although the yearly cost for renewal alone rivaled most middle class incomes. Most women couldn’t afford it, and if they could afford it free women were treated as second class citizens anyway. No voting rights and rampant workplace discrimination and harassment were only the start of a free woman’s worries in the new world. Marriage was now a literal trap, wherein a woman would become the legal property of her husband. With the cost of freedom as high as it was to maintain, it’s no surprise many girls sought out additional, less legitimate, sources of income. Ironically, prostitution was still illegal. Not for the same reasons of course; since slave relief stations were provided everywhere as a service, government sponsored corporations sought to control all revenue in the market. Any women found guilty of even minor legal infractions could find their freedom voided and sent off for slavery processing, training, and auction.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Princess Gets a Job at the Shelter</title><link>/stories/2020/05/04/princess-gets-a-job-at-the-shelter/</link><pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/05/04/princess-gets-a-job-at-the-shelter/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Priscilla was playing on her phone at work. Again? How many times would he have to fucking remind this spoiled… Mark had to calm down. Mark was the owner of a local animal shelter, and Priscilla was his only employee at the moment. Mark never kept a big staff, especially now as the shelter had recently been renovated with state-of-the-art technology; the place practically ran itself now. Though he did try to keep a few employees around for extra help from time to time though, as someone would have to physically interact with the dogs to keep them socialized. This was a dream gig! Mark would pay people a fair wage to essentially play with dogs throughout the day, and the system would handle the rest! Yet here was Priscilla, his recent, spoiled brat of a hire. She had worked at the kennel for 6 months now, and Mark had to practically beg her to do her incredibly easy job. Priscilla would come in late, leave early without permission, and when she was at work it would take a miracle for her to pull herself away from her phone long enough to actually do her job.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Pet</title><link>/stories/2020/05/04/the-pet/</link><pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/05/04/the-pet/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="thepet.html"&gt;chapter one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;While Spot was healing at the Vet&amp;rsquo;s office, plans were evolving. Master &amp;amp; Princess hadn&amp;rsquo;t been as secretive about their project as they probably should have. Word had gotten around in certain circles. Some of those who were most interested, were really not the type of people that you want to spend a lot of time around. Miss Laura was one of those types. She ran a&amp;hellip; well&amp;hellip; let&amp;rsquo;s just call it a business. She took willing, and sometimes not so willing females and using her skilled in house technicians, altered them to form the perfect submissive or slave for anybody that had the money. Most were pretty mild &amp;lsquo;conversions&amp;rsquo; but lately she had been leaning to the more extreme and now she REALLY wanted to break into the pet girl market.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Feliformia</title><link>/stories/2020/03/30/feliformia/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/03/30/feliformia/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="feliformia7.html"&gt;chapter seven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;How did you know?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m good like that. Meow!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was around 11:30 pm. I was naked in my bed, and the wonderful feeling of warm latex rubbing over me was so dreamy, cuddly Kitty was wearing her full rubber catsuit. I was petting her cute springy ears peacefully. Every minute I could spend with her like this was a moment that I cherished preciously.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We were discussing Erika. What happened earlier this afternoon was kind of insane and unexpected, at least for me. Kitty, her, she had known all along what was bound to happen with that girl. How did she know? It was a mystery, but she was so good at discovering things in others that it was almost scary.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Feliformia</title><link>/stories/2020/03/24/feliformia/</link><pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/03/24/feliformia/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="feliformia6.html"&gt;chapter six&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="chapter-7---every-me-every-you"&gt;Chapter 7 - Every Me Every You&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I don’t care. What is the difference?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was there, sitting on my bed, and before me, there were two identical girly latex cats. After abusing my traumatized body for the past two hours, they removed their perforated blindfold, and I finally could tell which one was who. I tried to explain all over again what my point was. I was tricked into thinking that Erika was Kitty and that it may not have been the same if I had known the truth right off the bat. Erika didn’t want to hear about it and tried to hammer some sense into this thick skull of mine.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Feliformia</title><link>/stories/2020/03/16/feliformia/</link><pubDate>Mon, 16 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/03/16/feliformia/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="feliformia5.html"&gt;chapter five&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="chapter-6---see-me-feel-me"&gt;Chapter 6 - See Me, Feel Me&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kitty spent longer than usual in the bathroom. Based on the noises I was hearing, she was removing all the glued electrodes from her skin. After wearing them for a while, she probably decided that it was about the right time to gift herself with an extended break from her sex-coffin. Spending a lot of time in it was not all she wanted in life. Her last runs were two of five days and one of eleven days with only two or three days of rest in between. Kitty was not an idiot. Her love for the evil box was undeniable, but she also wanted to spend some time with me as well. She loved me very much and knew I was struggling with loneliness. We did all we could to keep our couple healthy, and it involved sacrifices from both sides.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Feliformia</title><link>/stories/2020/03/08/feliformia/</link><pubDate>Sun, 08 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/03/08/feliformia/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="feliformia4.html"&gt;chapter four&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="chapter-5---would-you-like-some-coffee"&gt;Chapter 5 - Would you like some coffee?&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was already 1 am. Our cab was driving down the city streets. The shine of the street lights was reflecting on the billion water droplets that were falling on the windows, making them look like a living night sky. Erika and I were on our way to my house. Her head resting pretty low on my shoulder, and her eyelids closed indicated that she was ready to lie down for the night. I knew of a cute rubber cat that would have been using the same amount of space at my side, Erika was just as small and delicate. Despite the similar body type and size, both girls were very different, though. My fingers were playing with a bundle of soft red hair from my companion’s ponytail, and I remembered her light brown eyes contrasting with white freckled skin before she closed them. The absence of a mask allowed me to appreciate how different she was from what I knew. The air moving in and out of her lungs, that alone, emanated a serenity that Kitty didn’t possess.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>New Uniform Policy</title><link>/stories/2020/02/28/new-uniform-policy/</link><pubDate>Fri, 28 Feb 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/02/28/new-uniform-policy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="new_uniform_policy1.html"&gt;chapter one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="chapter-2"&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Abigail, the most respected slave trainer and highly ranked woman in ControlCorp, found herself temporarily in the hands of two amateur slavers due to a series of unfortunate misunderstandings. She was fuming, as she stood before these two fools bound and naked wearing her new ‘company uniform.’ She stood there blindfolded, wearing the sluttiest 7-inch training heels the company produced, and her arms bound in a sadistic black rubber elbow binder. She also had the company’s sophisticated SmartGag in her mouth, preventing her from speaking unless spoken to by a male employee, and could apparently highjack her voice! That stupid thing was the reason she was in this mess in the first place. Then finally, she now had her poor virgin asshole stuffed with the largest training plug she’d ever seen, with another devious device stuffed into her pussy; both locked and sealed away by the chastity belt her captors had just secured around her waist. She couldn’t wait to destroy these assholes; she was just waiting for her chance.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Feliformia</title><link>/stories/2020/02/24/feliformia/</link><pubDate>Mon, 24 Feb 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/02/24/feliformia/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="feliformia3.html"&gt;chapter three&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="chapter-4---freedom-freedom-freedom"&gt;Chapter 4 - Freedom, Freedom, Freedom&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The blood calmly flowing in our veins was pleasantly mixed with alcohol. Our drinking pace followed the relaxed ambiance of the pub, which was not too crowded nor too empty. The dimmed lights were barely able to draw a dark copy of the clients on the various objects surrounding them, and when they managed it, the shadows struggled to follow the movement of their masters. Erika had laid her head down on my lap a while ago already, inviting me to explore her curves respectfully with my hand. The warmth of her wool pullover matched her personally, comfortable, yet a bit itchy.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Feliformia</title><link>/stories/2020/02/16/feliformia/</link><pubDate>Sun, 16 Feb 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/02/16/feliformia/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="feliformia2.html"&gt;chapter two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="chapter-3---with-a-little-help-from-my-friend"&gt;Chapter 3 - With a Little Help From My Friend&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Erika brought her paint to her lips and swallowed a bit more beer. Honestly, I didn&amp;rsquo;t think this evening would go that way. She was fun and didn&amp;rsquo;t seem to be offended by anything I said so far. She reminded me of Kitty somehow in a way that both of them seemed to understand better than I ever will the value of the present moment. I was envious.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Feliformia</title><link>/stories/2020/02/16/feliformia/</link><pubDate>Sun, 16 Feb 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/02/16/feliformia/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="feliformia.html"&gt;chapter one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="chapter-2---adoption"&gt;Chapter 2 - Adoption&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Erika came back from the washrooms and sat in her lounge chair, facing mine. A fresh beer was waiting for her on the coffee table between us. It seemed that she enjoyed herself tonight.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I don’t know about you, Mark, but I just love this pub. And we got the best seats too. So, where were we?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I nodded in agreement about the pub. I’ve been here in the past, and it was one of my favorite places. The corner we were in was set up as an intimate lounge, which was fantastically comfortable.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Summer Of Dares</title><link>/stories/2020/02/10/my-summer-of-dares/</link><pubDate>Mon, 10 Feb 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/02/10/my-summer-of-dares/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-14-forgiven"&gt;Part 14: Forgiven&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;&amp;hellip;Well, to continue the story,&amp;rdquo; Gregory said, &amp;ldquo;Dana I think said something about her and Tracy&amp;rsquo;s bed being squeaky, she asking Dennis if he had his toolbox with him, and if he did would he be willing to look at it for her. Dennis&amp;rsquo; eyes predictably lit right up with that for several obvious reasons, and of course he offered to help&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;What man wouldn&amp;rsquo;t though?&amp;rdquo; Gregory asked rhetorically as almost an afterthought when he saw the look on my face.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Feliformia</title><link>/stories/2020/01/28/feliformia/</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jan 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/01/28/feliformia/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="prologue"&gt;Prologue&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“So? Why are you here then?,” she asked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Well&amp;hellip; This was a darn good question. How did it come to this? Only a year ago, I was sitting in front of my TV all day when not at work and barely had any friends that I actually cared for. Living alone made it is easy for a person to forget about those friendly relationships as it was not the missing part in life. That was me, my routine. Monday to Friday I was going to work to fill up the bank account, then returned home and did easy things to keep boredom at bay.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Making a Monster</title><link>/stories/2019/06/03/making-a-monster/</link><pubDate>Mon, 03 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/06/03/making-a-monster/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Amy and April had just reached the final locations on their sightseeing assignment. Both young ladies worked for a film company that mainly did horror films. They had been searching the UK in order to find a filming location. They had spend all week going from one end of the country to the other. So far they had found nothing that would work. This was the last option and if it did not live up to expectations, their boss would be having strong words with them. They had spend lots of time and money and failing to find somewhere would put the project back.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Brianna the Alligator Girl</title><link>/stories/2019/05/20/brianna-the-alligator-girl/</link><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/05/20/brianna-the-alligator-girl/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Brian&amp;rsquo;s phone rings.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Brian I have a really unusual request.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I bet it&amp;rsquo;s not, nothing you want is unusual.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I’m willing to bet to haven&amp;rsquo;t heard of this one before.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Surprise me.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Ok here goes, I need a girl who is willing to go into an alligator skin.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“That&amp;rsquo;s not what I was expecting, how is that unusual?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“It is because the girl would need to stay in the alligator skin for a couple of months.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Summer Of Dares 13: A New Kind Of Torment</title><link>/stories/2018/09/08/my-summer-of-dares-13-a-new-kind-of-torment/</link><pubDate>Sat, 08 Sep 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/09/08/my-summer-of-dares-13-a-new-kind-of-torment/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="mysummerofdares12.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Summer Of Dares 12: Embracing my Canine Transformation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 13: A New Kind Of Torment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a forgone conclusion that I would be riding in that cage on the back of a truck on the way back to the summer house, but something had happened inside of me, a further mindless following of orders that felt quite natural. There was a point where I could have objected obviously, but I had chosen not to for reasons that it would be hard to explain rationally. I was the center of attention though, and a part of me I think liked taking that away from my pretty friends, although I should have known that there would be an obvious price to pay at some point for upstaging them so.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Kim's new pet</title><link>/stories/2018/08/18/kims-new-pet/</link><pubDate>Sat, 18 Aug 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/08/18/kims-new-pet/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Authors note: English is not my native language, please enjoy my story.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kim was 27 years old, had a height of 5’ 10”, black hair to the middle of her back and a Japanese face. She had studied electronic engineering was a former cheerleader so she had an athletic build body and was proud that she had maintained it after quitting the cheerleading for her job. One Friday she came home after a long day at work and was happy that her little private project was nearly finished. So she went downstairs in the mansion to her room in which she had a little workplace. She sat down at her desk and began applying the finishing touches to the collar she was working on. After an hour she stood up and looked at the collar pleased with what she had accomplished. Then she placed it around her own neck to test it. When she tried to speak she got an electric shock right to her vocal chords so that no intelligible word came from her. Pleased with the outcome of her test she placed the collar back on her desk and went upstairs to get something to eat and have a nice evening on the couch.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pampered Pet</title><link>/stories/2018/04/11/pampered-pet/</link><pubDate>Wed, 11 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/04/11/pampered-pet/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not use without the author’s permission.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Um, this is highly unusual, sir.  Here at The Pampered Pet we only do pets.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“But she &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a pet.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The middle-aged owner felt a little queasy as she looked down at the woman crammed into the pet carrier.  The caged and naked woman couldn’t speak due to the leather muzzle, so she looked up at the owner with, well, puppydog eyes.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Oookay,” said the owner nervously.  “I &lt;em&gt;guess&lt;/em&gt; we can accommodate her . . .”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Hard Stabling</title><link>/stories/2017/12/20/hard-stabling/</link><pubDate>Wed, 20 Dec 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/12/20/hard-stabling/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Author&amp;rsquo;s Note: An extreme, over the top little story. It shouldn&amp;rsquo;t be taken very seriously. Heavily inspired by LOL&amp;rsquo;s Houchie Shoujo.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The barn was beautiful in the late afternoon sun. Light poured down through the small cracks in the ceiling and the back wall, illuminating the dancing dust motes that flittered through the air. There was a soft, steady breeze blowing outside, which kept the tall grass surrounding the building perpetually ruffled. It also took the edge off the summer heat. This wasn&amp;rsquo;t the case inside the barn, partially because the wind couldn&amp;rsquo;t get in and partially because it was a heat trap. The insulation kept the humidity at a swelteringly high level, and the moisture in the air was mixed in with the scent of hay and wet soil. The man had been in the barn for less than a few minutes and he was already feeling overheated. He was wearing short pants and a thin t-shirt, which helped take the edge off, but it still felt like he was in a sauna.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Institutionalised 6: My Turn</title><link>/stories/2017/12/14/institutionalised-6-my-turn/</link><pubDate>Thu, 14 Dec 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/12/14/institutionalised-6-my-turn/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="institutionalised5.html"&gt;part five&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 6: My Turn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Connie, you will have fifteen, yes fifteen.” I moaned into my mask, but Tyra carried on as if nothing had been said. “More than your schoolfriends here, why, because you are the reason we are all here in the first place. So your lesson will be considerably more painful I’m afraid. And remember, the same rules apply, move a step, raise yourself, move your hands, and that strike doesn’t count. I want to see real discipline from you. All right, deep breaths now.” The first strike was so shocking that I lurched forward, MMMM!, I screamed.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Mermaid</title><link>/stories/2017/12/03/mermaid/</link><pubDate>Sun, 03 Dec 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/12/03/mermaid/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Antonia had grown up living near the ocean, she loved swimming and the feel of the water as she splashed and played in it. Her grandfather always told her stories of when he sailed the oceans but the ones she loved the most were about the mermaids he had seen. Going to college was a real eye opener for Antonia, of course she knew the stories of mermaids weren’t true but still enjoyed dreaming of them and becoming one herself. During her child hood she had become very adept at swimming like a mermaid often tying or taping her ankles and knees together for hours while she swam out further and further in the blue waters near her home. Antonia found out that on the night after finals the whole school went out to party and finally gave in and went with her friends. The hotel bar they went to was huge and was packed with college students making Antonia very uncomfortable. As she was about to slip away from her friends and go home she spotted her first real mermaid!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Summer Of Dares 12: Embracing my Canine Transformation</title><link>/stories/2017/09/04/my-summer-of-dares-12-embracing-my-canine-transformation/</link><pubDate>Mon, 04 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/09/04/my-summer-of-dares-12-embracing-my-canine-transformation/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="mysummerofdares11.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Summer Of Dares 11: My Full Dogification&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 12: Embracing my Canine Transformation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t try the stairs yet, they&amp;rsquo;re likely to be a little tricky with your new legs&amp;rdquo; Gregory warned.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;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 &amp;ldquo;forced&amp;rdquo; 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.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Old House</title><link>/stories/2017/03/01/the-old-house/</link><pubDate>Wed, 01 Mar 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/03/01/the-old-house/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I push open the heavy front door with some effort&amp;hellip; the hinges hadn&amp;rsquo;t been oiled for a while and the door had little use for the last year. Once in the front the hall, I dropped my bags and pushed door shut, I&amp;rsquo;d finish unloading the car later. The hall was clean, with just a little dust and you could see a few patches on the walls where furniture and pictures had been. It was a large old house, on expansive grounds, well back for the road. It had been owned by the parents of my friends, Jennifer, who had passed away the year before. Jennifer was travelling overseas and I had volunteered to help with the house, making sure the few remaining items of furniture were picked up and removed and the house was clean and ready for sale.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Ginny's Pet</title><link>/stories/2016/10/03/ginnys-pet/</link><pubDate>Mon, 03 Oct 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/10/03/ginnys-pet/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter broke up less than a year after leaving school. Ginny tried to live at home but she soon got fed up with being “the little girl.” I was excited when she asked to move in with me. I am Amy. Ginny and I have been friends since we were 3. My family used to live close to the Weasley’s. Ginny and I were inseparable. Even though we were sorted into different house in school we remained great friends. During my second year at school my parents opened a new business and they quickly became rich so we moved into a large house still in the country. Since the house was put on the Floo network Ginny and I were still able to stay in touch. Besides having my best friend move in with me I was excited to have someone else living here. My parents were killed before “You know who” was stopped. They wouldn’t do something he wanted for them.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Cindy</title><link>/stories/2016/05/28/cindy/</link><pubDate>Sat, 28 May 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/05/28/cindy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;There is an old joke about; &amp;ldquo;How do you boil a frog?&amp;rdquo; Answer; “one degree at a time&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ed and Sandra had been married for 15 years and three kids when Ed left for Cindy. Sandra was doubly crushed only to find out that Ed would leave her and remarry the very next month. Well then…, within a year Cindy left Ed when she discovered that ”The Well” wasn&amp;rsquo;t deep enough for her life style. This caused Ed to cut his child and spousal support to Sandra in order to meet the new demands from Cindy and her lawyer. It seems that Cindy&amp;rsquo;s lawyer did a great job of cleaning Ed out of house and home.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Doggy Style</title><link>/stories/2015/12/22/doggy-style/</link><pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/12/22/doggy-style/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Abby had been sleeping locked in the dog crate for years having been given the strong metal cage by a friend that was moving because she had told her she was thinking about getting a dog. Abby had lied about getting a dog she had been keeping an eye on the cage since she had first gone to the house. Abby had been fascinated by the idea of using it in her self bondage games finally getting the chance when her friend went out of town and asked her to feed her dog while she was gone. Abby was ecstatic knowing she would have three days to play inside the metal prison she had been dreaming about.
&lt;img loading="lazy" src="doggystyle1.jpg"&gt;
Abby had read as many stories as she could find about using the cage and determined that a combination lock would be the best way to delay her release by using the sun. Her first night she climbed into the cage wearing her leather chastity belt, favorite ball gag harness and having locked her ankles together before backing into the cage. Abby wore a gag every night so having it wedged between her teeth was nothing new the only thing new was not having her hands cuffed tightly behind her back. Abby found the cage was much smaller inside than she thought it would be and giggled around the gag as her shoulders touched the sides of the cage walls.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>KittySlave</title><link>/stories/2015/06/25/kittyslave/</link><pubDate>Thu, 25 Jun 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/06/25/kittyslave/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1: Meeting Kitty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For years I have browsed model camming sites. I guess it adds to the regularity of looking up either porn stories from Grometsplaza, porn pictures or videos with the actuality of talking to a naked model.
Years I have spent talking to many different women from many countries from the world, all talking about different subject matters that usually had something to do with sex. I had gotten familiar with a few and talked to them regularly and some of the models were a onetime only talk.
It was fair to say that I soon found a subject matter that both interested me and the model for a nice conversation and that was bondage. Having an open mind, being a SWITCH and generally having an interest in any type of kink anyone spoke about allowed me to have a variety of conversations with the many models who had popped onto my screen.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Heel!</title><link>/stories/2015/05/18/heel/</link><pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/05/18/heel/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Heroin.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Like so many other people and things in my life, I abused it. It started when I was just out of high school and wanted to try everything to get along with everybody. I was a loser. So much of a loser I didn’t think much for myself and always what others thought of me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I remember partying with my friends for who knew how long and jumping from party to party, almost like a groupie. I always hung out with the cute guys until they got sick of me and walked away, which I just assumed meant they were off taking a hit themselves.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Pet</title><link>/stories/2014/02/27/the-pet/</link><pubDate>Thu, 27 Feb 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/02/27/the-pet/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Good evening Sir’s and Ma’am’s. Please if you will allow me to share with you a story. A story that might, or might not be true. A story about a dominant couple somewhere in the southern United States named Master and Princess. Now they have a few slaves, and a pet. This story however deals with the pet. More specifically the creation of their pet. As with anything else, Princess and Master wanted a specific pet. Something that would be truly theirs. A human pet, a puppygirl.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Runt 1: Bondage Games</title><link>/stories/2014/02/12/runt-1-bondage-games/</link><pubDate>Wed, 12 Feb 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/02/12/runt-1-bondage-games/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1: Bondage Games&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My eyes were closed as the tingle of Nicole’s kiss dissipated.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Gotta go, I’ll see you later.” Nicole said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“You’re just going to leave me like this?” I said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“You mean tied up or horny, you can get yourself out of that.” Nicole said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“What’s the big emergency at a fashion designer anyway, someone’s panty line showing?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I wouldn’t bring up fashion emergencies if I were you.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Puppy Food</title><link>/stories/2014/01/27/puppy-food/</link><pubDate>Mon, 27 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/01/27/puppy-food/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The rancid smell made her want to gag. It overwhelmed her senses. Unable to help herself she drew another deep breath of the putrid food. She fought desperately to keep from being sick. Bailey tried to pretend that it was something else, anything she thought other than the stale dog food before her. The loud grumbling of her stomach filled her ears. Cramps from the hunger pains wracked her small frame. She had no choice, dog food or not she had to eat.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Girl Next Door</title><link>/stories/2014/01/19/the-girl-next-door/</link><pubDate>Sun, 19 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/01/19/the-girl-next-door/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;He caught himself looking at her profile for the thousandth time. Adam couldn’t help himself he just had to check. It was almost as if he wanted to make sure she was still there, that she wasn&amp;rsquo;t gone. Each time left him feeling guilty and childish.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The girl was Ashley Walker his next door neighbour. Adam leaned back in his chair, he sighed with frustration. He had known Ashley since they were little kids. They used to be the terror of the neighbourhood when they were growing up. Their days were spent exploring the windy creek in the forest, or playing pirates in her tree fort. The best of friends, they stayed out late into the evenings until their mothers would yell from their back porches for them to come home.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Treat for Red</title><link>/stories/2013/12/04/a-treat-for-red/</link><pubDate>Wed, 04 Dec 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/12/04/a-treat-for-red/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Bbzzzzzz” the sound of the buzzer echoed through the apartment. Who is it now he thought? Picking up his bowl of cereal he walked over to the CCTV monitor. He could see a rather attractive woman standing by the main entrance. “Bzzz&amp;hellip; Bzzzzzz” the droning buzz filled the air again more insistent now. He keyed the mic “I heard you the first time, no need to keep pressing it” he said in annoyance.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Roslyn the Volunteer Pet</title><link>/stories/2013/12/04/roslyn-the-volunteer-pet/</link><pubDate>Wed, 04 Dec 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/12/04/roslyn-the-volunteer-pet/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="roslynthevolunteerpet.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: Roslyn&amp;rsquo;s New Suit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We pick up her story and it has been four months since Roslyn’s adventure in the twin’s petsuit. Roslyn had spent her time volunteering at the second hand store and playing with the latex items she got from there. The program she got from Mark worked really well and the latex items were awesome as well. She spent time going out with Mark and they were quickly falling for each other even without bondage and sex, which was awesome by the way.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Roslyn the Volunteer Pet Part 2: Roslyn's New Suit</title><link>/stories/2013/12/04/roslyn-the-volunteer-pet-part-2-roslyns-new-suit/</link><pubDate>Wed, 04 Dec 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/12/04/roslyn-the-volunteer-pet-part-2-roslyns-new-suit/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="roslynthevolunteerpet.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roslyn the Volunteer Pet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: Roslyn&amp;rsquo;s New Suit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We pick up her story and it has been four months since Roslyn’s adventure in the twin’s petsuit. Roslyn had spent her time volunteering at the second hand store and playing with the latex items she got from there. The program she got from Mark worked really well and the latex items were awesome as well. She spent time going out with Mark and they were quickly falling for each other even without bondage and sex, which was awesome by the way.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dixie's Trip to the Pet Store</title><link>/stories/2013/10/21/dixies-trip-to-the-pet-store/</link><pubDate>Mon, 21 Oct 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/10/21/dixies-trip-to-the-pet-store/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The bell chimed as the door swung open to the pet shop. Sitting at the desk Trish looked up from her magazine. She noticed with a little contempt the girl who had interrupted her article. She was a little taller than Trish probably around 5’ 7” the body of an athlete. The girl looked like she had come straight from a game or practice. Trish could see the grass stains on her shorts and how she wore a jersey with the number 4 on it. How appropriate that would be she thought dryly. The girl’s toned legs made her assume a soccer player.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sister's Revenge</title><link>/stories/2013/06/28/sisters-revenge/</link><pubDate>Fri, 28 Jun 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/06/28/sisters-revenge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;How did I get here? How did things go so wrong? That’s what I have been asking myself as I silently lay here listening to the party music cranking above my head. It’s not like I have a choice though. You see, I returned home from college three weeks ago for summer break and my little sister, whose 2 years younger than me and now just finished her senior year in high school, has been more miserable to me than ever. So I decided that it was time for a little payback. I took some left over wood and supplies from my dad’s woodworking shop and created my little gift for her. Unfortunately, I am currently strapped to my “gift”, not HER. I am on my knees, bent over forward with my belly on the “table” portion with my thighs wide apart and strapped to the legs of this table with the leather restraints that I had attached to the table legs. My ankles are also strapped to the boards that I attached to the bottom of the table legs keeping my legs well spread. The 4” stiletto heels being the only clothing I have left on my body.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Roslyn the Volunteer Pet</title><link>/stories/2013/02/13/roslyn-the-volunteer-pet/</link><pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/02/13/roslyn-the-volunteer-pet/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Since I was a freshman in high school I volunteered at the local charity fund raising second hand store. I would sort, hang and help putting out donations. Since I had been volunteering for 8 years now I had my own key and I would normally come in before my afternoon classes started so I could work some of the donations that came into the night drop. I was actually looking forward to spending more time here since summer break was almost here and I was going to enjoy the break before I started to work on my Masters degree.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Reluctant Racing Pony 2</title><link>/stories/2012/11/23/the-reluctant-racing-pony-2/</link><pubDate>Fri, 23 Nov 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/11/23/the-reluctant-racing-pony-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="reluctantracingpony.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Reluctant Racing Pony&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There was no explanation of my new status as I was just a pony to them. Ken was told I needed a racing name, and he said he didn&amp;rsquo;t care what they called me, clearly putting aside any lingering affection he may have still had for me as he glanced at Jill&amp;rsquo;s barely concealed petite ass. My former boss was the default man to name me, and he deferred to his secretary who looked right at my exposed breasts and suggested &amp;ldquo;Milkmaid&amp;rdquo;. With my name chosen I was lead not to my barn, but to a new area of the ranch where I was walked to a breeding mount. It was a device much like a college gymnastic horse with a hole in the rear of the thing for the stud to hump into a giant condom, and to save his seed for later insemination. I was in theoretical alignment with any horse that wanted to mount me as I was strapped wrist and ankle to the heavy device with thick straps, and quite immobile as I hoped they wouldn&amp;rsquo;t do such a thing to me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Life as a Bitch</title><link>/stories/2012/10/09/life-as-a-bitch/</link><pubDate>Tue, 09 Oct 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/10/09/life-as-a-bitch/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;There were certain things in life that seemed to have a strange effect on those who were aware of their existence and importance, but at the same time not actually required to come into contact with them on a daily basis and the New York subway system was without doubt one of them. It had only been a few days since Ellie had read an article on the subject written by a journalist from back home, stopping over in the city before hopping onto a plane back across the Atlantic. The woman had somehow managed to stumble upon a fairy tale version of the subway that she described as a place where the highest and lowest of New York society rubbed shoulders because of a shared need to travel from one side of the city to the other. For her it had been a fascinating place which put on show the strata of different folk who lived on the same island and would never otherwise have come into contact with one another.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Kitten's Story Part 11: Pet Girl</title><link>/stories/2012/07/08/kittens-story-part-11-pet-girl/</link><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jul 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/07/08/kittens-story-part-11-pet-girl/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="kitten10.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kitten&amp;rsquo;s Story Part 10: Punished&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 11: Pet Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You manage an embarrassed smile as you curl up in the basket and he covers you with the fleece blanket gently stroking your hair for a moment before fastening a long leash to your collar, you watch as he runs the leash over to one of the old wooden pillars forming the stable you lie in, he uses a small padlock to secure the leash and smiles at you, even if you wanted to go somewhere he had now ensured you would be staying within a couple of meters of your makeshift kennel. Exhausted after what he had put you through after a day’s work you manage to drift off to sleep curled up under in your basket in the cool night air.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Costume</title><link>/stories/2012/06/30/the-costume/</link><pubDate>Sat, 30 Jun 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/06/30/the-costume/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“You are serious ?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Of course I am”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“You’ll look fabulous” he said, “Absolutely incredible in that”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Costume</title><link>/stories/2012/06/30/the-costume/</link><pubDate>Sat, 30 Jun 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/06/30/the-costume/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“You are serious ?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Of course I am”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“You’ll look fabulous” he said, “Absolutely incredible in that”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Kennel Maidens</title><link>/stories/2012/02/07/kennel-maidens/</link><pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/02/07/kennel-maidens/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I was muttering under my breath as I shoved the door open with my backside. It was an easy door to open, and it had to be as my arms were full of cleaning equipment. Equipment I allowed to crash on to the floor with a degree of satisfaction before looking around the room.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was supposed to be getting some help with this kennel cleaning job, but my volunteer companion appeared to have, to use the technical term, scarpered. Probably outside making pretty blue goo-goo eyes at the kennel owner in the hope she would be taken off any rotas with the words cleaning on them.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Loss of Control part 2</title><link>/stories/2010/12/04/loss-of-control-part-2/</link><pubDate>Sat, 04 Dec 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/12/04/loss-of-control-part-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="lossofcontrol.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Mistress&amp;rdquo; Margaret have been dragged down to the dungeon, where she had been left in her own hell. Unable to satisfy her craving for orgasm due to the bondage her slave Jane had put her in, she just had to endure hours of animal lust. As she hung in a strappardo her engorged breasts hanging like balloons craving the touch of someone, anyone! Just so she could get the orgasm she craved.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>From Girlfriend to Pet-Girl</title><link>/stories/2010/11/27/from-girlfriend-to-pet-girl/</link><pubDate>Sat, 27 Nov 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/11/27/from-girlfriend-to-pet-girl/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Andrea and I have been going out for only a short time, but our sex life is exciting and very kinky. Although I introduced her to many of my sex games – involving bondage, role-play and costumes - she naturally gets off on being bound, dominated and controlled. Speaking of which, this is an adventure we had very recently.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After watching a particular TV show, we were drawn to the special-effect contact lenses that one of the actors was wearing. Inspired by this, we hit on the idea of Andrea dressing up as a rather sexy and thoroughly submissive cat. The image of her eyes being made to look feline-like (whilst her mouth was tape-gagged) turned us both on so much, that in a week, we had the full costume and she was more than ready to become my submissive pet.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>From Girlfriend to Pet-Girl</title><link>/stories/2010/11/27/from-girlfriend-to-pet-girl/</link><pubDate>Sat, 27 Nov 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/11/27/from-girlfriend-to-pet-girl/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Andrea and I have been going out for only a short time, but our sex life is exciting and very kinky. Although I introduced her to many of my sex games – involving bondage, role-play and costumes - she naturally gets off on being bound, dominated and controlled. Speaking of which, this is an adventure we had very recently.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After watching a particular TV show, we were drawn to the special-effect contact lenses that one of the actors was wearing. Inspired by this, we hit on the idea of Andrea dressing up as a rather sexy and thoroughly submissive cat. The image of her eyes being made to look feline-like (whilst her mouth was tape-gagged) turned us both on so much, that in a week, we had the full costume and she was more than ready to become my submissive pet.&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>Kim's Tail 4: Kate</title><link>/stories/2009/06/28/kims-tail-4-kate/</link><pubDate>Sun, 28 Jun 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/06/28/kims-tail-4-kate/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="kims_tail3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kim&amp;rsquo;s Tail 3: Hazel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 4: Kate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kate stood on the landing pad watching the helicopter recede into the distance.  It had, she considered, been a busy week.  She had been surprised at some of the people who had chosen not to attend the funeral.  But then again, maybe not.  The past few days had been a media frenzy and she was glad to finally be away from the spotlight.  Jim had known and, despite being a complete bastard in life, had thrown her a lifeline after his death.  A retreat to gather her thoughts and slip away from public scrutiny.  Literally an island in a sea of sharks, or at least paparazzi.  Turning she walked towards the house as she considered what had just happened.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Alison's Lament</title><link>/stories/2008/02/03/alisons-lament/</link><pubDate>Sun, 03 Feb 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/02/03/alisons-lament/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Max’s pet shop was a large establishment on the high street. And being the typical pet-loving girl I went there for a job. Always one to give a girl a job was Max. Well known for it in fact. Not that they stayed with him for long. Always moving on to better things he said, so there was always a space for a new girl. Part-time, weekends, even the odd evening if you wanted. Anything to make your pay up to a sensible level so you could have a good time.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Alison's Lament</title><link>/stories/2008/02/03/alisons-lament/</link><pubDate>Sun, 03 Feb 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/02/03/alisons-lament/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Max’s pet shop was a large establishment on the high street. And being the typical pet-loving girl I went there for a job. Always one to give a girl a job was Max. Well known for it in fact. Not that they stayed with him for long. Always moving on to better things he said, so there was always a space for a new girl. Part-time, weekends, even the odd evening if you wanted. Anything to make your pay up to a sensible level so you could have a good time.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Snuffle</title><link>/stories/2004/11/08/snuffle/</link><pubDate>Mon, 08 Nov 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/11/08/snuffle/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Snuffle”!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That was as close as I could get. I was trying to put a name to the
sound my pet Sandi was making as she ate her lunch. I was sitting at the
kitchen table eating my own lunch and she was on the floor beside me with
her mouth wrapped around the feeding station.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The station was clamped to the edge of the table and consisted of a
container that narrowed down into an oblong tube at a 45 degree downward
angle ending in an opening about 1 ½” across and ½” high.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Snuffle</title><link>/stories/2004/11/08/snuffle/</link><pubDate>Mon, 08 Nov 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/11/08/snuffle/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Snuffle”!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That was as close as I could get. I was trying to put a name to the
sound my pet Sandi was making as she ate her lunch. I was sitting at the
kitchen table eating my own lunch and she was on the floor beside me with
her mouth wrapped around the feeding station.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The station was clamped to the edge of the table and consisted of a
container that narrowed down into an oblong tube at a 45 degree downward
angle ending in an opening about 1 ½” across and ½” high.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Little Lost Doggy</title><link>/stories/2003/07/10/the-little-lost-doggy/</link><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/07/10/the-little-lost-doggy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It all started one night when I was surfing the web and came across
a  site that had stories about self-bondage. One of the stories was
about a man that was forced to be a pet dog for his wife and mother in-law,
and was used when ever they had the need. This story really grabbed me
and I had to try it out for myself.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In the story about the man the two ladies used chains and some kind
of cock strap to keep the man on his hands and knees but that wasn’t going
to work for me. You see being a rather statuesque woman of nearly six feet
tall I didn’t have the proper equipment to lock myself in to a kneeling
position so I had to come up with another plan.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Kim's Tail 2: Honey's Training Regime</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/kims-tail-2-honeys-training-regime/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/kims-tail-2-honeys-training-regime/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="kims_tail1.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kim&amp;rsquo;s Tail 1: Kim&amp;rsquo;s Introduction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 2: Honey&amp;rsquo;s Training Regime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although Kim had tried to use some of the drinking water to keep herself clean, her captors obviously felt she was getting a little grubby.  The first that Kim knew about this however was when the buzzer sounded.  As she had walked over to the food tray, which did not appear, her bedding and litter tray swivelled into their wall slots, leaving the room completely bare.  The next instant, powerful jets of water erupted from small holes in the walls, drenching Kim in seconds. After a minute or two the jets stopped leaving Kim shocked and shivering with cold as the surplus water funnelled down the drain hole in the corner of the room.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Kim's Tail 3: Hazel</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/kims-tail-3-hazel/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/kims-tail-3-hazel/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="kims_tail2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kim&amp;rsquo;s Tail 2: Honey&amp;rsquo;s Training Regime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 3: Hazel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hazel stood beside the helicopter as the pilot unloaded her luggage.  Turning around she addressed Mr Prentice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“This is quite a set up.  How long can I stay here?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“As long as you wish Ms O’Keif.   Mr Star did not specify a time limit, merely that you should have full use of the Island.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hazel studied the man for a moment and was immediately taken by the notion that he looked remarkably like Penfold, from the children’s television program “Dangermouse”.  Short, fat, balding, glasses and earnest expression.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Kitten's Story Part 8: You Leave Work</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/kittens-story-part-8-you-leave-work/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/kittens-story-part-8-you-leave-work/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="kitten7.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kitten&amp;rsquo;s Story Part 7: Afternoon in the Sun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 8: You Leave Work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You leave work and make your way into the city hurrying to meet him on time, as it starts to rain you glance at a bus but you have no choice but to walk as he dropped you off at work with no house keys, no money and worst of all no coat. By the time you reach the tram stations you are soaked but you are almost there as you make your way to the student popular pub, you smile half heartedly at the girl behind the bar simply glad to be out of the rain as you make you way over to his table. He glances at you and then hands you a bag, &amp;ldquo;Go to the toilets and put them on.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Summer Of Dares 10: With Friends Like These...</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/my-summer-of-dares-10-with-friends-like-these.../</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/my-summer-of-dares-10-with-friends-like-these.../</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="mysummerofdares9.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Summer Of Dares 9: Taken In Trade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 10: With Friends Like These&amp;hellip;&lt;/strong&gt;
(Inspired by Feline&amp;rsquo;s much appreciated feedback)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;hellip;&amp;ldquo;Which one of my friends put you girls up to this little prank?&amp;rdquo; Gregory asked with a smile while staring at Dana. &amp;ldquo;The odds of a cute little pet and her two handlers winding up on my doorstep while answering my ad are remote to say the least. I see the humor in it obviously, but there are only so many of them that know of this little hobby of mine, unless you’re from the club.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Summer Of Dares 11: My Full Dogification</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/my-summer-of-dares-11-my-full-dogification/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/my-summer-of-dares-11-my-full-dogification/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="mysummerofdares10.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Summer Of Dares 10: With Friends Like These&amp;hellip;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 11: My Full Dogification&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I was having a dream Gregory. Your not going to rat me out to the girls for that, are you?&amp;rdquo; 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.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Summer Of Dares 6: The Summer House Pooch</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/my-summer-of-dares-6-the-summer-house-pooch/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/my-summer-of-dares-6-the-summer-house-pooch/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="mysummerofdares5.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Summer Of Dares 5: Property Of Dana And Tracy 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 6: The Summer House Pooch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We eventually arrived at the gate that once opened would allow us to drive the rest of the way on the dirt road right up to the summer house, I mute on the whole &amp;ldquo;Are we there yet?&amp;rdquo; subject however because of the gag. I had cooled myself down as the girls had predicted I would, seeing the humor of my unique situation brought about by my own actions, and quite honestly with little other choice in the matter.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Summer Of Dares 7: The Summer House Pooch 2</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/my-summer-of-dares-7-the-summer-house-pooch-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/my-summer-of-dares-7-the-summer-house-pooch-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="mysummerofdares6.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Summer Of Dares 6: The Summer House Pooch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 7: The Summer House Pooch 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I ran away again as instructed in my pooch persona, down the old path that I knew so well that lead to the pond, but I didn&amp;rsquo;t feel like a swim at the moment. When we were younger that pond felt like an ocean, but truth be told it wasn&amp;rsquo;t very deep or wide, and we also learned as kids that shallow ponds are actually quite warm. The sand that was brought in by the truckload kept the slimy green things at bay on the swim side of the pond that also thrive in warm water, a tiny stream feeding the pond during the springtime keeping it somewhat clean. There was also a rope swing to jump out into the water from an old willow tree, although climbing up it high enough in bare feet to swing out far enough to make it worth while a challenge. Once in the warm water it was a short swim to a massive boulder in the center of the pond, we girls using it for some private sunning over the years as the flattest part of it faces away from the beach. All in all a paradise on any other visit, but on this one things were different.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Summer Of Dares 8: Caught</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/my-summer-of-dares-8-caught/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/my-summer-of-dares-8-caught/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="mysummerofdares7.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Summer Of Dares 7: The Summer House Pooch 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 8: Caught&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When I had calmed down I become aware of something going on upstairs that curiosity demanded I investigate, despite my fatigue. I was wonderfully relaxed and still rather warm from my exertions when I rose, creeping to the stairs with my eyes adjusted to the near total darkness, the shaft of light from the top of the stairs providing adequate illumination for my mischief.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Summer Of Dares 9: Taken In Trade</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/my-summer-of-dares-9-taken-in-trade/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/my-summer-of-dares-9-taken-in-trade/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="mysummerofdares8.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Summer Of Dares 8: Caught&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 9: Taken In Trade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I knelt there recovering from my self inflicted play while watching that bobbing umbrella approach my position, I almost frozen in disbelief. If this were some man with nefarious intentions as from my randy day dreams, I realized I would present an easy capture despite my earlier thoughts to the contrary. Had he stalked me on my way to that desolate place and merely waited for me toget distracted entertaining myself, or was this some kind of highly unlikely chance encounter on private property?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Petgirl Trapped</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/petgirl-trapped/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/petgirl-trapped/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Autumn turned around in her chair just in time to see all the girls coming toward her. With all the stress as of late, Autumn didn&amp;rsquo;t have time for a bunch of whining from the shop girls. All of them stopped in front of her, hands behind their back and big grins on their faces.
&amp;ldquo;And what do you all think you are doing&amp;hellip;.we got work to mmfffff!!!&amp;rdquo;
Alexandra was the first to act. The small asian girl was faster than anyone realized. She got behind Autumn and clamped a cloth over her mouth to muffle any noise. Autumn started to reach up to grab her long dark shiny hair.
But Sandra wasn&amp;rsquo;t having none of that. She grabbed Autumn&amp;rsquo;s wrists and held them together. It was quite easy to hold Autumn&amp;rsquo;s slender wrists and the look Sandra gave Autumn from behind her sandy blond bangs was pure orneriness.
&amp;ldquo;MMFFFF!!!!&amp;rdquo; Autumn started to kick her socked feet all around. Her denim shorts were tight and helped her start to slide off her chair. She kicked at Lisa with the left foot&amp;hellip; that one got caught in mid strike. She flailed out the other at Ayva and that too got caught.
Lisa laughed as their imposing redheaded boss now struggled helplessly in her workers grasp. &amp;ldquo;Ready ladies?&amp;rdquo;
All of them nodded their heads and lifted Autumn off her chair and carried her to the next room. She groaned and strained in their grasp.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Petgirl Trapped 2</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/petgirl-trapped-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/petgirl-trapped-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="petgirl_trapped.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Petgirl Trapped&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;And what happened to you Autumn?&amp;rdquo; Nicole bent over and rest her hands on her knees. Her blond hair was tied up in a bouncy ponytail and fell off to the side,
&amp;ldquo;Mmmmffff!!!!&amp;rdquo; Autumn grumbled and took her wrapped up &amp;ldquo;paws&amp;rdquo; and tried again to get the gag off and motioning for Nicole to let her free.
Nicole giggled and patted Autumn on the head, only narrowly dodging a swipe from Autumn for the gesture. Flipping her ponytail back and kicking off her sandals, Nicole walked over to the work desk to snoop a little. Autumn watched in a little bit of envy at Nicole. At least she was wearing a snug pair of shorts and a tee while she was stuck like this.
*Autumn&amp;rsquo;s cell phone goes off, playing a Backstreet Boys song*
Nicole turned and looked at Autumn, &amp;ldquo;You still like that music. You are so lame girl.&amp;rdquo;
The phone was on the desk by Nicole but it might as well have been on the moon. Autumn was not getting to it for help. Nicole sat down in Autumn&amp;rsquo;s chair&amp;hellip; the chair no one else was to be in and crossed her legs and waited for the phone to stop. She picked it up and opened it.
&amp;ldquo;Ah&amp;hellip; you got a voice message.&amp;rdquo; Nicole pressed the button and placed it up to her ear.
&amp;ldquo;My my&amp;hellip; Master L has such a handsome sexy voice.&amp;rdquo; Nicole fluttered her eyes as if she was being swooned.
&amp;ldquo;Mmmfff!!!!!&amp;rdquo; Autumn turned a new shade of red in her face and tugged against the leash holding her in place.
Nicole shut the phone off and looked at the helpless petgirl. Autumn didn&amp;rsquo;t like the look on her face. She shifted her bound up legs so she would be sitting up..though this gave her a very submissive pet look.
&amp;ldquo;Remember when I was last here and you had your fun with me? Remember the chains, gags, impossible heels, hoods&amp;hellip; and all the teasing? Remember how you wished we had more time to play?&amp;rdquo;
Autumn didn&amp;rsquo;t like where this was going. She pawed a few strands a hair away and shifted on her knees. The ruffles on her panties brushed against the bare part of her calves. Everything about her screamed helpless right now.
Nicole spun out of the chair and walked up slowly to Autumn. She stopped just outside of the leashes reach and put her right hand on her hip. &amp;ldquo;Well hun&amp;hellip;. your good and sexy husband just called to let you know that he had the chance to run off on a fishing trip with the boys and wanted to check in with you. Sadly he said that out on Lake Michigan there won&amp;rsquo;t be no signal so he won&amp;rsquo;t be checking in on you.&amp;rdquo;
Autumn gulped into her gag at this revelation. She didn&amp;rsquo;t know what else to do and just sat there. Nicole must have approved of the situation because she walked out and into the storage room in a comfortable manner.
Autumn fooled with the leash again&amp;hellip; reaching toward the phone but it was just too far. The gag was locked&amp;hellip; the binding around her bent legs were also locked. She had to be careful not to get too excited with this corset wrapped tight around her waist.
Nicole sauntered back in with a bag, &amp;ldquo;Are we keeping busy? Whats this? Are we trying to get free again? Shame&amp;hellip; bad Autumn&amp;hellip; bad girl.&amp;rdquo;
Autumn shot a look of pure venom over at the blond. Talking down to her like.. like&amp;hellip; like a bad pet or something. She didn&amp;rsquo;t know what to expect from Nicole but knew it couldn&amp;rsquo;t be good. Every move she made over to her she saw. Nicole dropped the bag on the ground then quickly reached over and unhooked the chain keeping Autumn leashed to the door.
&amp;ldquo;MMMFFF!!&amp;rdquo; Autumn tried to lunge out at Nicole. It was probably the best chance she had. Her legs were worthless but she could still reach out far with her arms, even if the hands her trapped in the bondage paws.
All this was anticipated by Nicole though. She quickly got on Autumn&amp;rsquo;s side and grabbed one arm. Autumn couldn&amp;rsquo;t respond fast enough and got pushed onto her back. Nicole straddled over Autumn&amp;rsquo;s corseted waist and held each of Autumn&amp;rsquo;s wrists with her hands. Autumn bucked and fought as hard as she could, but her legs couldn&amp;rsquo;t extend and were basically worthless. She just kept grunting and wiggling wildly for a few seconds and started to slow.
&amp;ldquo;Well&amp;hellip; this is what it is like to be on top of you. Do you buck and thrash like this for your husband or just putting on a sexy show for me.&amp;rdquo; Nicole giggled and mocked Autumn.
This just brought a new bout of thrashing and fighting from Autumn. But soon she was all used up. She was gasping for air through her nose, her chest was heaving up and down in the corset and having Nicole sitting on her belly didn&amp;rsquo;t help breathing either. Nicole twisted and forced Autumn onto her belly and quickly got back on top of her..sitting on her ruffled pantied butt.
Nicole reached and grabbed the black bag. Autumn could hear the clink of metal inside it. In no time Nicole produced wrist and arm cuffs. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t too hard to force the cuffs on Autumn&amp;rsquo;s wrists or upper arms but she was not going to allow Nicole to lock them together. They would become just as useless to her as her legs were and would be reduced to walk on elbows and knees.
Nicole sighed and raised up some and sat back down hard on Autumn&amp;rsquo;s tush&amp;hellip; making Autumn grunt. &amp;ldquo;Now look her&amp;hellip; you will allow me to lock those cuffs together.&amp;rdquo;
Autumn shook her head as best she could considering the collar around her neck. Her wild red hair moved back and forth. Nicole grabbed the mass of red and pulled it back&amp;hellip; making Autumn yipe in her gag, more out of surprise than pain. She still motioned no.
&amp;ldquo;Oh Autumn Autumn Auutmn&amp;hellip; such a tempermental redhead petgirl. It will be fun breaking you in. Now.. as.. I.. was.. saying&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;
Nicole yanked Autumn hair again with one hand. The other hand reached back and grabbed the soft, tender and very sensitive lower part of Autumn&amp;rsquo;s butt and pinched hard with her nails. Autumn reeled in the sharp pain and quickly pulled both arms back and allowed Nicole to lock them in place. Nicole patted Autumn on the head and rolled off her.
Autumn got her bearings and rose up on her elbows and knees. She wiggled for a sec and the cold realization hit her hard. She was totally helpless. Nicole&amp;rsquo;s small bare feet stepped into her field of vision. The pink polish on her toe nails seemed to mock her. Autumn tried to lift her head up but between the angle she was forced to stand in and the collar&amp;hellip; she couldn&amp;rsquo;t get no higher than Nicole&amp;rsquo;s waist.
&amp;ldquo;This is much better I think. No more of that swiping at me.&amp;rdquo; Nicole moved down and reattached the leash to Autumn&amp;rsquo;s collar and started to tug at her to follow. Autumn resisted but only for a second. The collar didn&amp;rsquo;t feel good against her neck as Nicole pulled firmly. Very slowly, Autumn walked on her knees and elbows behind Nicole.
After what seemed like an eternity, they both got to the supply room. There sat the cage that they had used for a photo shoot a year ago with. Autumn hesitated.
&amp;ldquo;Oh&amp;hellip; I guess you know whats coming. Well&amp;hellip; your Mistress needs to freshen up and get a few training items ready for my precious little kitty.&amp;rdquo;
Nicole bent over and gave a quick kiss on Autumn&amp;rsquo;s head and then pulled hard on the leash till Autumn obeyed and walked into the cage. Nicole shut the door and locked it. Autumn nudged the walls of the cage and they were quite solid. No way out. She reared back on her bound legs and finally got a better view of her confident new Mistress.
Nicole stepped out and back into the other room. She soon returned with her sandals back on and with Autumn&amp;rsquo;s purse. She started to finger around till she produced some keys.
&amp;ldquo;Hmmm&amp;hellip; the keys to the Prowler. You don&amp;rsquo;t mind do you hun? I didn&amp;rsquo;t think so. Maybe when I get to your place I&amp;rsquo;ll check out your closet for something fun to wear. Well&amp;hellip;. try to rest up. A few hours will go by fast.. for me at least. Buh-bye&amp;rdquo;
Nicole exited the room and left Autumn by herself in the cage. Autumn swore she could hear her Prowler revving up outside and taking off. She struggled in her bonds, her cage.. even her gag but it was no use. What was she going to do and what evil did that bratty blond have in store for her?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Roslyn the Volunteer Pet</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/roslyn-the-volunteer-pet/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/roslyn-the-volunteer-pet/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Since I was a freshman in high school I volunteered at the local charity fund raising second hand store. I would sort, hang and help putting out donations. Since I had been volunteering for 8 years now I had my own key and I would normally come in before my afternoon classes started so I could work some of the donations that came into the night drop. I was actually looking forward to spending more time here since summer break was almost here and I was going to enjoy the break before I started to work on my Masters degree.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>She Lost the Bet 4: The Fourth Lost Bet</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/she-lost-the-bet-4-the-fourth-lost-bet/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/she-lost-the-bet-4-the-fourth-lost-bet/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="shelostthebet3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She Lost the Bet 3: The Third Lost Bet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A Sequel to &amp;ldquo;&lt;a href="shelostthebet3.html"&gt;Part 3&lt;/a&gt; &amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4: The Fourth Lost Bet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Nope&amp;rdquo; she said, &amp;ldquo;no way am I ever betting you again.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I really can&amp;rsquo;t say I blamed her; after all, every time she bet me she lost and had to be my slave for the day. This, of course, often led to long, exhaustive evenings for my wife. It was right about then, though, that the song &amp;ldquo;Til I Can Gain Control Again&amp;rdquo; came on the radio. I immediately asked her &amp;ldquo;who wrote that song?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Toy Store 2: Back to the Toy Store</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-toy-store-2-back-to-the-toy-store/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-toy-store-2-back-to-the-toy-store/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="toy_store.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Toy Store&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;_&lt;a href="toy_store.html"&gt;continued from part one&lt;/a&gt;
 
Part 2: Back to the Toy Store&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Please John, please, no, not again. Can’t we play another game tonight ?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I love it when she starts to plead. And Gillian had just the right tone of voice to make it sound especially exciting. Her voice has a faintly desperate tone to it, yet retains just enough hope to make things worthwhile. Not that there is any hope of her getting me to change my mind, but I like to offer her hope that she might one day.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>