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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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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Bingoing Mad

“Cup of tea…" “…number three," the audience muttered half-heartedly, more engrossed in finding it on their bingo cards than engaging with the compere. “Garden gate…" “…number eight." Stanah sighed, pressing his pink felt pen onto the cheap piece of...

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Camden Capers

Stanah stared at the number on the screen,wondering whether he should proceed. Ever since he had met the collie on the train, he had been thinking of him. With a throbbing tailhole, that was hardly a surprise, but there was something far deeper. He...

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The Leaky Toilet

Master leads me into the bathroom, the collar tight around my neck. The strip light asks me searching questions as I stand naked in front of the mirror, staring at the reflection of my own submission. Why am I here? I ask myself, but of course I have...

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Pulling Out of the Station

“The train now arriving at platform 3…” “Shit!” Stanah said, darting through the ticket barriers and up the stairs. He instinctively checked his watch, even though he already knew he was cutting it fine. Why did he have to stop for that sandwich? He...

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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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Bark Run

“Urgh, I can’t believe you got us up so early,” Stanah muttered as he stared at the German shepherd in a hi-vis jacket. “Saturday mornings are for sleeping, not running.” “Ssssh,” Max admonished, raising a paw to his lips. “This is important...

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What? The Cat?!

“Bidlington Manor, ten o'clock," Bulk said as he pointed at a map on a projector screen. He turned to face the gang, looking each one in the eye. The eight rodents nodded in response, their whiskers twitching nervously under the steely gaze of their...

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Slave To The Wager: Chapter 2 - Sunday Morning

**12:30am, Sunday** I pull in futility against my binds, the metal of the cuffs clanking nosily against the frame I'm attached to. I look around, but the rubber mask still obscures all my vision, the darkness of the room ensuring there's nothing I...

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The Grey Room

The footsteps come for me. They are faint at first but with every step, they become louder, talons upon tile scraping like nails down a chalkboard. My mind races, anticipation tensing my body as I pull in futility against the straps that bind me to the...

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