Petplay Stories

Early retirement hadn't turned out to be the idyll either of them expected. Buddy had sold his business back in February and Sheila had had enough. For six months she had put up with his lazy-assed, fucked-up, king-of-the-hill attitude. It wasn’t just that she wasn’t used his always being underfoot. The fact is, there had never been more than a few waking hours a week when he wasn’t at work; all the years they had kids at...

She clipped the collar on my neck and took a step back. “I don’t know, John,” she said. “It makes you look…” “Like a pet?” I asked. She nodded, not exactly in approval. I looked in the mirror at the way it nestled into my fur. My tail began to wag. I felt… Protected. A warm comfort spread through me as I brushed my hands through the fur on my neck, feeling the leather strap taming my wild passion. It looked out of place o...