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Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements. Max did go to the wedding with me, and the next time my wrists sported the telltale indentations of handcuffs - very soon after our first meeting - it was his doing.

Six months later we were living in a detached Dress punishment stories in the green borders of North London. His elderly grandmother had died and rather than sell her home he decided to refurbish it and move in. Now, six months hence, almost a year after our first meeting I'm laying face-down and handcuffed on his bed, breathing deeply with my nose nuzzling the bedding in search of his scent.

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But Friday was the cleaner's day and the bedclothes were freshly laundered. I wait quietly. I don't have any choice, lest I be punished for disturbing him. I heard his footfalls coming down the corridor, and tried to arrange my body to look at neat as possible. I heard some items drop lightly onto the bed.

Then he climbed on top of me, his knees astride me, sitting on my thighs. Free hermaphrodite stories trapped by steel cuffs and his muscular body, I surrendered myself. My transformation was about to begin.

I made my hands into fists, and one at a time he fitted suede bags over them, Tying the drawstrings closed on my wrists so that my hands would retain their fist shape. He put similar suede coverings on my Repopulation sex story, wrapping the leather cord drawstrings several times around my ankles.

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He buckled firmly around my neck, then padlocked Interactive spanking story. I made a little whimpering sound at the moment of the click. It ified that I was a possession, just another item on his keyring along with his car and his motorcycle.

He gripped my hair and pulled back my head. My mouth was wide open to receive the bone gag, a dog's toy made of rubber and shaped like a large bone. He'd modified it so each end of the bone had a hole threaded with leather Family vacation sex story. He tied the cords at the back of my head, Hot wife and son stories the bone wedged into my mouth.

I complied, pointing my toes to where I imagined the bedposts were. The lubricant was cool and pleasant around my anus. He rubbed the tip of the butt plug around the opening, teasing and stimulating me, readying me for its insertion. After a moment of pressure the plug went in. I felt my anal ring closing around the plug's narrow waistline. The butt plug was fitted with a curved tail and I could feel the fur against my thighs.

He attached a leash to the front of my collar and tugged. Sit on the edge of the bed! I did as instructed, careful not to press my feet against the floor. I Cum in my ass stories briefly up at him, savouring the intense expression on his face. The expression of desire! Then he opened a tube of black Bdsm bestiality stories and, using a finger, carefully smeared in on my nose.

He concentrated, and I sat still as good puppy should. I scarcely ever noticed my nose normally, but painted black it loomed absurdly large and ever-present in my peripheral vision. Max wasn't done with the paint yet. He rubbed a bright red greasepaint liberally on my labia and clit hood.

The cage - my cage - was made of stainless steel mesh wire, built for transporting a large dog. I crawled Bug sex stories and heard the door clang closed, even before I'd turned to face him. He padlocked the cage Bi cuckold sex stories, trapping me like a wild animal.

Then he left, closing the bedroom door behind him. All I could do was curl up on the padded floor of the cage and try to get comfortable. I soon settled down. The tail-plug in my anus and the rubber bone between my Adult pee stories were regular fixtures, so to speak. I wasn't worried by them, even if I could hardly forget them. I wiped the drool Gagged utopia stories my mouth on my bare arm. My labia, coated with red gunk began to itch as the greasepaint dried a little, but I resisted the temptation to rub.

Max went back to his computer, and worked in his preferred silence, although I had no doubt he was listening any noise I might make on the baby-monitor.

The doorbell rung just as I was feeling sleepy. I became instantly alert, listening for s of conversation. Max occasionally had people dropping by, but I was always kept out of sight, keeping perfectly still, Brother fucking little sister stories that visitors were unaware of this girl-dog just yards away from them.

The idea that somebody might see me as a dog in a cage was terrifying. Max's excuse that I was sleeping seemed to satisfy anyone who cared to ask after me. I could faintly hear the visitors talking, and deduced from their tone of voice that it was a business call, another website client. Knowing the visitors were strangers helped me relax. I doubted they even knew I existed.

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He opened the cage Prison wives stories and had to drag me out by my collar. I protested, shaking my head, and pleading with him not to do it.

The fact that I was a Rapid pregnancy story dog was our little secret and I was desperate to keep it that way. He angrily whipped my bare ass Milf stories reddit the leather leash handle until I submitted to his control.

I held them at breast height and turned them over so he could check for red greasepaint. Black from my nose was okay, within reason, but red on paws meant trouble. He even had a little rhyme: "Red on the paws, red from the tawse.

My paws were clean except for a Hedonism sex story smudge Asstr taboo stories black where I'd accidently brushed my nose. It was so hard not to touch myself at first but the tawse proved to be a good teacher and I learnt to keep my hands well away from my sex, even Bdsm bestiality stories the drying greasepaint tickled me mercilessly.

Seated around Max's large flat screen monitor were a man and a woman. He, lean and fit with cropped hair, and gay to judge by his manner. She, with purple streaked hair, gothic makeup and leather and latex clothing was I didn't know what she was. They didn't look like lovers, perhaps business partners I thought. He made me shake paws with gothwoman and the man, but looked downwards, not wanting to make eye contact. That was an understatement. More than shy, I felt humiliated and betrayed; angry with Max for not preparing me for this. The barking, the smell, and all that responsibility.