Dancing prisms cover the kitchen walls where the sun's rays strike the crystal studs on my leash as it sits in the windowsill. My hand goes instinctively to my throat to seek out the reassuring presence of the matching collar around my neck. I've done my chores; perhaps Master won't be too upset if I clip leash to collar and chain myself to a chair...or perh...
We hadn't seen each other for a long time, but we had been talking still. It is hard keeping up on both a regular friendship and a sexual one, but we tried. Of course, it regularly delved into a sexual one. Neither of us felt like putting our futures on the line by being fodder for local gossip, so it was easier to talk to each other, and sometimes it got di...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. These stories have been public for some time, but I am sl...
(**An apology to my patient Professor**) I was a bad girl. My master told me not to come, but I just couldn't help myself. Sometimes I get so horny thinking about him, my pussy just begs me to touch it. You can't blame a girl when she has such a sexy master, can you? Apparently, Master can. Which is why I'm here in the room, alone and frustrated. When he...
Dressed in my tightest jeans and wearing a sleeveless, translucent top unbuttoned halfway, I knock at the anonymous door. After looking me up and down very thoroughly, the technician, who, I couldn't help noticing, is quite a handsome man, hands me an envelope. I peek into his eyes, but he is impassive, stern. Your attendance fee, as discussed, Jo. You'll g...
Master owned a large house, much of it lined with & paneled in dark maple. For example, the living room, with its creamy white walls and curtained windows, contained dark maple windows & two archways, both of which featured two massive maple columns. Master had fitted each set of columns with two pair of relatively unobtrusive eyebolts, one at the top, one a...
Petronella Courcheval, manager of the PainCafe's Gift Shop, looked enthusiastically at F.X. Copeland's newest creation. "It's an android?" she said. "God, it looks just like me." And it was—black hair in a Cleopatra cut, full lips like purple berries, intense hazel eyes, cantaloupe breasts encased in a purple halter...and long, fishnet legs. It was Petti to...
Buddy's cock was in such pain. The Fun Pouch was everything the Little Shop in New Hampshire had advertised it to be! A leather pouch just big enough to cover the penis and testicles, but a bit too snug...and filled with needles! When Pepper had casually suggested it, Buddy had become quite excited, and had special ordered it from the Little Shop catalogu...
It was early evening when Richard instructed Barbara to take a bubble bath, put on fresh makeup and a light perfume. As always, the clothing he wanted her to wear would be lying on the bed waiting for her. She said, "I understood we will be staying home tonight." Richard told her they were not going out, but he did have a surprise for her. She was unaware th...
She opened the door and looked at me. I saw her eyes light up with dumbfounded fear and her lips murmur speechlessly. I looked her up and down assessing how she's changed since I'd seen her last. She seemed unable or unwilling to move. "If you were to step back, I could enter this dwelling," I said. She did so. I walked in and told her to close the door. T...