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PET PLAY- My DogYes it is a bit suggestive, but it doesn't say it overtly.
So, no filter.
I thought about what my dog means to me_
Then I applied it to a dog / puppy boy
How do I see him, and this is what I wrote
My dog obeys.
And he is loyal.
Always on duty_
Where he stays
Empties his bowl
Remains a puppy
but behaves always
My puppy, my doggie
My dog walks his leash.
My dog knows his place.
He is always ready to fetch.
My dog sits quietly at my feet.
My dog is always ready to play.
Knows how I am, always in heat!
My dog will want to be at my side.
Making me happy at end of the day.
Sleeps in floor, cage, n foot of my bed
Always heeds my word/ does what I say
He knows I'll punish him if he should stray
My dog knows to beg when, why, and where
He knows how to get me to give him his way
He knows I'll reward him as long as he'll stay
My dog always wants to smell me down there
My dog always licks me & you know where!
My dog wants me to give him a big bone!
And I always do as soon as we're home!
Yes I love
My Desire To Be A Human Pony 2 My Desire to Be A Human Pony: Part 2- My Pony Play Fantasy
Another way I express my pony play desire is through sharing my pony play fantasy. Now the handler's gender is not made known because I don't care if the handler is male or female. Readers can choose if the handler is male or female and please realize that is my first attempt writing out my fantasy. Here is my fantasy:
"After chatting with a pony play handler online, I agreed to having a session and we would meet a small restaurant where we could meet and chat for a bit. We finally meet and after getting to know each other, the handler instructs me to follow him/her in my car so I can get to the ranch with no hassle. Upon arriving to the ranch I am amazed on how huge and private the ranch is, perfect for a pony play session and I am told that all the workers here are pony play enthusiasts. The handler then shows me around
The First Day as a Pet 0001Arrival:</i>
I had just arrived at the door.
My excitement and expectations were at a peak.
Could barely breath.
The next moment the door swung open, and there she was.
I could see her standing before me, and I promptly stepped in.
The time was exactly as decided.
She had asked me to come at exactly this time of the day.
I did not need to wait for her to say, and my shoes came off.
Following her to the designated room
Then sat down, comfortably awaiting her fulfilling her part.
As I lean back, she wash my hair, now I could not turn back.
She spray my hair with warm water, then work it over with her hands.
The next moment, she had pulled out a bottle of shampoo, before working it in,
in my hair.
This was every bit as delightful as I had expected.
I could finally relax, this was just as a dream.
For a moment, I feared it was just that, a dream.
I would wake up any moment now.
Only I felt her hands working my hair, felt the scent of the shampoo.
Then she w
The end as a human...No, please, don't do it!!! -Those were my thoughts as a human... My last thought as Colin.
That was a peaceful day for me... I had hidden inside my wardrobe a full bunch of pictures, kinky magazines and stuff for a "normal" person that loved Bondage and petplay.
I already said that that day, was a quite peaceful day, the last for my human life. I got up early as always, expecting for a new day of hard work and kinky stuff. I went to the kitchen and had some breakfast. I took today's newspaper and read it, 'till an announcement caught my eye.
Do you love petplay and bondgae? Then this is your chance, come to Roxanne Main Street number 6 at 5 o'clock in the afternoon and have a look for yourself
5 o'clock? Right after work!!!
I couldn't miss that chance, so, I went towork rather excited, my mind filled with ideas and pictures of what I may see at that place.
I almost did nothing right 'cause I was completely distracted, but I made my way to keep going and m
A Suit - The CowThe Suit:</b>
As I woke up, I saw a suit by my bed, I just love the aluring colour of it, it's red.
Ofcause it did look a bit too tight for me, how was I to manage to get into it.
I had tried on a few suits looking very much like this suit, so I knew how tight it was.
There had been plenty of work, squeezing into the last suit, but that was with a zipper.
How could I posibly get all of my body into this suit, but I just had to try it anyway.
Thus I stick my right foot into the entrace, which is in the neck of the suit, conveniently.
At first I don't really notice anything, but then I find it unusually sleek and smooth.
Although at this time, my leg is into the knee, and I start to stick in my left foot.
Then I continue to put it on, pulling it over my legs, suddenly realising it's over my hips.
By now it is too late to turn back, still, I just can't make myself even consider not trying.
Only at this point did I notice how slippery the interior was and how well it stretches.
Squeak, Piggy, SqueakMy Master has, on occasion, embarrassed me by having me make noises like a certain farmyard animal. So, as a special treat for Him…
I'm on my hands and knees. This isn't really by choice – there are leather cuffs locked around my wrists and my thighs just above the knees, and they're all joined by chains, so I can't get up. There are also cuffs on my ankles chained to the back of a wide leather belt around my waist, preventing me from straightening my legs.
Other than that, I'm naked, except for my 'adornments'. Chief amongst these is the 'snout' – I'm not sure what it's made of, but it was applied by a professional make-up artist, a friend from the film industry, using some kind of industrial-strength glue, because it shows no signs of coming off, no matter what I do to the damn thing! It looks pretty realistic too, from what I saw in the mirror when he put it on, completely hiding my nose and spreading out on my cheeks a little. I can see it in the corner of my eyes, like a clown's b
Learning the Ropes -- Pet-Play/BDSM StoryKitten lay stretched across the large bed of her Master, eyes watching the door curiously as she awaited his return. She swished her tail for a moment, completely nude excluding her collar. She waited for several moments, flat on her tummy with head rested on folded arms, until she could hear his footsteps outside the door. In strode the large form of her Master in the next moment, various lengths of rope and her leash in his hands. Kitten watched with anticipation and a lick of her lips.
"Come here, Cat." he said, patting his leg as he sat on the bed.
She mewed softly, moving to sit beside him, head tilted.
Master smiled, clicking the leash into place, motioning for her to lay down. She quickly obeyed, looking up at him for a moment before lowering her head onto his leg, her eyes closing as she purred quietly.
With this Master began to slowly let a piece of rope rub over her back and bare bottom. She quivered slightly, causing him to smile as he watched the ripple of the
Release The HoundsThe room was dark but Antoinette was not a novice Hunter. Her thermal-vision goggles kept her appraised of anyone in the room; Antoinette refused to be surprised. She was a professional monster hunter at least, that was what she told anyone she met. That was what it said on her business card.
Any NHE non-human entity that saw her, however, knew that she was inexperienced and easy prey. The NHE that Antoinette was tracking, a vampiress named "The Red Widow," stared at Antoinette as she stalked through her lair.
Now was as good a time as any for the 'big reveal" that she so cherished.
The Red Widow slammed the lights on with a clap of her hands. Antoinette dropped to her knees in surprise. "Where are you?" the hunter screamed.
" where I was the whole time." The Red Widow grabbed Antoinette's arms and cruelly held them above her head. A nibble to her neck sent Antoinette into a haze, which provided the vampiress enough time to slip a pair of cursed elbow g
Why to be a pet?You may ask why I am here, in this world so bizarre for you? Why I have four legs while you keep only two? Why I have gave up my hands and feet and now I got only useless paws? Why I accepted this intruder inside my rear and now I have a tail?
You may say that I am crazy, that I got an psychological illness, but I can tell you that I am fine and my mind is working with 100% of efficiency.
So, why I choose to be a pet covered in rubber? Because I want it. It is the only way I can let free my inner instincts and forget, for a while, the troublesome world of thee humans.
Humans are weird for me as well as you are right now watching me with that amazed and disgusted look in your eyes; thinking that I am insane. I repeat, I am not depressed or wishing my own destruction. It is my freedom.
You must try it. You will feel fine, your mind will be released.
Ohhh! Don't look me that way!
You can't understand the happiness that I am right now experimenting. You can't understand the trust I have in
.:Interview with a Pet-Girl: What is Pet-Play?:. First off, I will start by explaining who I am and how I got into Pet-Play. You can skip this if you like, as it isn't part of the questions I was asked but it gives a back story on how I came into the scene.
My name is Aramis. I am 19 years old and a "kitty-pet". My fursona (who I imagine myself looking like) is a black roan kitten who will be linked in the description.
I have been into BDSM Pet-Play from approx. 12-13 years old; although I was not actively practicing it physically until 18. I didn't really know what it was at the time, but I thought about it a lot. I found myself releasing myself more and more into this cat-like instinctive mindset. Giving into those primal thoughts and actions as a race we are forced to get rid of or hide. Even before when Pet-Play clicked I was always an animal of sort. I always loved to pretend to be a puppy when I was a toddler and later a horse as I got older. I met my first cat when I was about 11 years old. My mom is allergic so
About puppy dogs and OWNERSAbout puppy dogs and OWNERS
Thinking on the crux of it all!
Let me remove your fears, your inhibitions, your clothes, your freedom, your identity...........
Give up your making decisions,
How can any want conformity
_ and convention?
Hands behind your back,
a collar around your neck_
You can forget the talk_
I attach a leash...
Lets go for a walk....
*lock away your clothes*
*We'll just store that phone*
Down on your knees
*Find that bone*
Who's a good boy?
BY VARTH DAIDER
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