Note: This is a stand alone story. Just one of the many short stories with in Random Bits. Multiple: Owner's Bitch No matter where he went she was there, ready to do what he wished. Does she love him? No, not in the way any regular person would view it. She only sees herself as alive when she is in his presence, doing as he wishes. Only then is she able to...
I never thought about the wealth of my owner, Jessica. She lived comfortably in a big house and sometimes it seems that she has money to burn. But I never thought of anything that a dog doesn't think about. I've been trained as one for so long that all human thoughts are gone, and all I can think about is the next time Jessica pats my head when she wakes up,...
A perfect drop of my coral nail polish landed on the hardwood floor. That would need to be cleaned up before Daddy got home. I was laying naked in my bedroom with my ass at the edge of the bed, painting my toenails with my feet propped on the back of my subby boy, puppy. When I paused to dip the brush back into the bottle on the nightstand, puppy had fidget...
"Tsk tsk, boy." he muttered, a small frown creasing the line between his brows. "You know how much I despise waste. Of course you will be cleaning that up before you are through here. And it has earned you another ten." The young man nodded his acceptance slowly even while a small whine of despair came through his nose. The skin of his ass and upper thighs...
"Next case," said the judge, bringing her gavel down. Arthur was led in with four other males from his locality, their hands and legs shackled in a line. The high-tech collars around their necks prevented speech and punished any sudden moves. He knew he must stand still and face what came to him. He could neither resist nor bring himself to care. What was t...
~ J A C K S O N ~ ~You would think you'd feel degraded, not able to speak up about what you think, but it doesn't seem to bother you. You seem to do a lot better when you don't have the option of speaking for yourself, in fact.~ When I first met my little puppy, he was hardly docile. He was a brat, pure and simple. If he didn't get his way, he'd whine, ho...
The lad was nervous, I could tell. But then I had kept him nervous for a very long time. He sat with one hand in his lap, fingers clenched tightly into a fist, and the other gripping the handle of the truck door. Eyes wide, taking in the scenery as I maneuvered through town. Part if his tension I assumed was the fact he thought I was driving on the wrong...
He had his reservations when she told him he was a red, as he unabashedly much preferred the pink. However, now maybe for the sixth time this week, he had to admit when seeing the glossy cosmetics paint across his lips that she was right. She was always right. The brief interlude with the mirror was a small reprieve from his duties. He was touching up his...
He leans against me and I can feel a hot puff of breath against my skin and I whine. "Sir." He lets out a low throaty chuckle, pressing a kiss to the small of my back, dipping the tip of his tongue into my crack and I arch my hips. "SirSirSir, please please please," I beg, words devolving into whimpers. He hums, amused, and nips at a cheek and I gasp. "S...
My tongue lolls out of my mouth and I sit on the couch, legs tucked under me. His arm rests against my shoulders, winding in my hair. "Hmm, my puppy keeps squirming. Is he getting turned on?" I blush and nod, my hands wandering towards my crotch, fumbling with the button. "Yes, Sir." He glances down and swats my hand. "Ah ah puppy. No touching." I let...