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Good Dog

by Thomas Roche

April 3rd, 2007

She rattled the leash as she led him out of his cage into the living room. The feel of the collar around his neck was tight, the leash going taut as he struggled to keep up with her – crawling on all fours, the carpet abrading his knees and palms.

The Dinner Invitation - slave dove

by slave dove

October 7th, 2004

It was a simple dinner invitation sent to me by a friend and business associate. Cocktail attire, his address, an RSVP request, nothing really unusual about the invitation except that it said 6:00 PM Sharp. Well, at the time I didn’t think anything of it. He was very punctual himself, and, after all, if it […]

The Meeting

by Kay

October 7th, 2004

At 4:00 p.m. the phone rings and it is You, my Master. You tell me to be at our meeting place by 6:00 p.m.
i’m to wear a long, loose skirt, with no underwear, and a loose fitting sweater or blouse, not tucked in.
You also instruct me to be squeaky clean and freshly […]

Man’s Best Friend: part 2

by Unda. Crucius. Eximus.

August 25th, 2004

The transformation clinic, at this perverted cop’s request, had turned me into a dog. I trotted slowly up to the big mirror that made up one wall of this room, my limbs shaking, all the time staring at my new self in horror and fascination. I had a soft fine longish black hair all over my body, except for my tits, cunt, areas of my face and bottom.

Man’s Best Friend: part 1

by Unda. Crucius. Eximus.

July 25th, 2004

My fantasy begins in the foggy near-future, maybe four decades from now. In this future world, crime was much worse than it is now. Gangs abounded, millions were homeless and roved the country, looting, stealing, killing, and raping. There were many new police and military forces tasked with controlling this new anarchy and the older […]

A Hot Fantasy

by Unda. Crucius. Eximus.

June 24th, 2004

One day I come to visit you and you tell me that you’ve always wanted to burn a girl with cigarettes, and, since I once expressed an interest in it too, long ago before we had first met, you’d decided that one day you’d make this sadistic fantasy come true for both of us. Today […]

Getting Small

by Unda. Crucius. Eximus.

March 25th, 2004

Rejuvenation technology had come available just in time for me: I was pushing 70 and not in the best of heath. Luckily I had been able to secretly save up the money to buy myself…and you, of course, the therapy. I had taken my course today, and now was viewing the results at home, in amazement. My body had shrunk to around three feet and was the exact replica of what I had looked like at age five. No matter how well you know this is the result, and how many times you’d seen other miniature adults running around, it was still spooky to see the effect on ones self. I was a gorgeous dark-eyed little beauty. […]

Close to the Edge

by Unda. Crucius. Eximus.

March 10th, 2004

I want you to remember every detail of how I taunted you, sometimes subtly, sometimes more directly, and how I thumbed my nose at your warnings, ignoring the scent of your hunger, treating you as “just” the “friend” that I insisted you were. I want you to realize how I pigeon-holed you in my mind: as a fascinating weirdo, whose brains could be picked for my personal entertainment and titillation. I want you to know that you were _used_ for this purpose. […]

Bathroom

by Unda. Crucius. Eximus.

January 24th, 2004

I get to work, note the confusion and mess and noise and dusty men everywhere in the lobby, and think to myself Oh, damn! They’re finally moving another tenant into the building. Well, it was nice having the building to ourselves while it lasted! Three out of four empty floors, and the last taken […]

Master Hans

by Maggie Boone

December 26th, 2003

He told her again she was “sweet” (she was not sure she liked that, sweet isn’t exactly what she was shooting for) and definitely more intelligent than any sub he had ever met and asked if she would consider joining him and shawnie some weekend. Maggie said she would and would like to learn her ways, except the piss part, that was just not her. […]

dirty old cunt

by Gordy Amede

December 14th, 2003

“What an old cunt I am.”
I didn’t say that. I would never have said that. Not to her, anyway. Sure, all cunts become old cunts sooner or later, but they hate to hear it. It’s the same with dicks. We all soften up.
“You know what I did the other […]

Transmogrification

by Unda. Crucius. Eximus.

October 25th, 2003

I thought about the question, which to begin with I thought was kind of weird, because describing methods of cocksucking is kind of arid and missing an entire dimension of the matter as the sucker cannot get across in those descriptions the _sensations_ that the guy feels, but this girl was asking in the context of her boyfriend telling her she was a lousy cocksucker and she wanted advise on how to do it better. […]

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