Ready Boy?

He looked into the submissive's eyes, twisting a length of rope around his paw as he did. "Ready boy?" he said sternly, his concern masked by this masquerade. The slave smiled softly and nodded. "Good," his Master said. "Jump up." He nodded towards...

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Fear Pressure

I look deep into Master's eyes as he clips the shiny steel collar around my neck, the click of the lock sealing my fate. Master nods sagely, as if confirming my place in our world, a simple motion summing up a psychology so complex. We stare at each...

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The Penny Showman

"_You could indeed exhibit anything in those days. Yes anything from a needle to an anchor, a flea to an elephant, a bloater you could exhibit as a whale. It was not the show; it was the tale that you told" -_ The Penny Showman: Memoirs of Tom Norman...

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The Chili Festival

Sykes strode up to the marquee on the edge of the park, his stomach rumbling. The Chili Festival was the highlight of the year in this backwater town and he'd been looking forward to it all week. He watched a queue of people stream into the tent;...

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Slave To The Wager: Chapter 1 - Saturday

**7pm, Saturday** "Checkmate!" he says, reclining on the chair with a satisfied smirk on his face. My heart sinks. I look at the board but the pieces don't lie. He's caught my king in a pincer movement between his queen and a rook. My eyes rise to...

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Slave To The Wager: Ch 5 - Suspended Until Further Notice

**2:30pm, Sunday** As I lap my water, it dawns on me that our friends must have already left. There is certainly little noise coming from the living room so I deduce I mustn't have heard them leave. Being in bondage sucks time like a black hole,...

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Slave To The Wager: Chapter 4 - Sunday Lunchtime

**Noon, Sunday** "Down!" Master says and I assume the position, kneeling on the floor with my paws on my lap. "Good boy," he continues, clipping the lead onto my collar. I feel a sharp tug and I'm suddenly onto all fours, obediently trailing behind...

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Slave To The Wager: Chapter 3 - Sunday Breakfast

**9:30am, Sunday** I squint my eyes against the sharp light pouring through the kitchen window. Having spent most of the last 12 hours in darkness, it's quite excoriating. It takes me a few seconds to acclimatise and I forgive myself for...

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Slainte Mhath!

"Welcome to the Abertaur Distillery, ladies and gentlemen. Tonight, we'll be sampling three of the single malts we make on site. My name is Nelson and I have been the master distiller here at Abertaur for the last three years. I will be your guide this...

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Come On Down!

"Number 69, come on down!" The coincidence amused the fox as he bounded down the stairs, past members of the audience cheering rapturously. He had watched this gameshow many times and knew just how coveted that number was. Once on the studio floor,...

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Janis and the Machine

Janis glanced at the reflection on the surface in front of her. She didn't suit make-up. She never had done. But that was irrelevant now. Money is more than just a cosmetic beauty so she was reduced to being dolled up like a whore for the sake of a...

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The Year of the Dragon

Training dragons to do anything is never easy, let alone training them to race three and a half furlongs around a track. Dragons are independent creatures, symbols of nobility and dominance. They could kill men with just one flick of their tail and...

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