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Chapter 5 “...Please give my office a call, preferably before 6 o’clock tonight or first thing in the morning so that we can reschedule. I know you were excited for this project, and I think you’d be a good fit for Adrienne.” As the voicemail finished, Erika saved it and glanced at her watch. Hmmm, it’s 5:45 so he should still be there if I call now. She ended the voicemail call, not bothering to listen to the other messages as she looked at Niamh sitting on the floor at her feet. “Well sweetie, should I call him back?” Niamh sat there contemplating the question for a couple of minutes, looking up at her Keeper and chewing on her lip in concentration. “Come on sweet girl, we don’t have a lot of time if you want me to call him tonight.” Her Keeper’s words only made her tremble more, while she considered if she felt capable of trying to continue acting with the changes she was feeling. “I...I don’t know Mistress. All I was ever good at was acting, but I am scared now. I don’t know how people will react to me, and I am nervous that I won’t be as good of an actress now as I used to be.” Erika reached out to run her fingers through her Pet’s flaming tresses and spoke comfortingly, “If you loved it enough to push yourself to only do that sweetie, then why give it up? Maybe he won’t want you to act anymore for him. Maybe you won’t be able to do the same roles, but if you truly love acting, there is no real reason for you to quit.” Niamh sighed softly as she nuzzled into her Keeper’s touch, feeling instantly safe and loved as she savored the physical contact with Erika. “But what if he is like my agent? I mean, now I don’t even have representation Mistress, so it is going to be hard to try and act.” Erika shook her head and gave her Pet an indulgent smile, much like a mother to an errant child. “Sweetie, I am your representation now. I am your owner, you belong to me, so I will handle anything like that. You don’t need to worry about anything financially or anything but doing what you are told and being a good girl. And I don’t want to see you give up a dream, if there is a possibility not to.” As Niamh tried to say something else, Erika held her finger to her Pet’s lips and silenced her before leaning down to kiss the soft pink lips of her Pet. “Shh, let me take care of things. I am here to take care of you and protect you my precious Niamh.” With that, Erika promptly slid one of Niamh’s new pacifiers into her mouth and held it there until her Pet started to suckle, watching her eyes go glassy at the feelings as her oral fixation was dealt with. With that, Erika pulled up the number for Robert Townsend and let the phone dial as she kept stroking her Pet’s hair. After the third ring, the man on the other end picked up and spoke in a strong baritone voice, “Yes? Robert Townsend speaking.” Erika schooled herself and spoke in as clear and businesslike a voice as she could manage, “Yes, Mr. Townsend, I am calling on behalf of Niamh Connolly. I wanted to apologize for getting back to you so late in the day.” The voice on the other end was solicitous. “Indeed, I hope nothing happened to Ms. Connolly, Miss?” “Oh sorry, Mason. Erika Mason.” “Ms. Mason. And why isn’t Ms. Connolly speaking to me right now Ms. Mason?” Erika took a deep breath. Well, here we go. “That is why she missed the meeting with you today Mr. Townsend. You see, Niamh and I bonded this afternoon at a store in Hollywood.” There was a noticeable pause at that for a few moments, though Erika decided to wait it out. “And I assume that since you are calling me and not her, she is now a Pet, is that correct Ms. Mason?” Erika was nodding even as she answered. “Yes, that’s correct sir. She’s my Pet. And I am sorry we just now got back to you, but there was a lot to take care of so that we could make things work smoothly for both of us this afternoon. But,” Erika smiled down at Niamh as she continued, “but when I heard your message, I decided to reach out to you. Both to explain and because I think that she can still act and do a fantastic job.” “Damn!” Robert Townsend’s voice was clearly unhappy at having his concerns confirmed. “Well, that takes her out of the running for the role of Adrienne. I can’t have a Pet playing that role, it would be suicide to the production. I’m sorry.” A sad whimper came from behind Niamh’s pacifier as Erika stroked her hair and gave her more love as they both heard the response from the most powerful producer in Hollywood. “Well, I’m sorry to hear that Mr. Townsend. I understand but I had hoped…” It was a couple of seconds later, before Erika could even think of hanging up where the voice on the other end gave her pause. “Well, I can’t use her in this picture, but maybe...maybe there is a project I could use her for. If you are interested?” Instantly, Niamh’s eyes lit up at the idea she would still get an opportunity to act. Erika cautiously answered, “Of course I might be interested, for my Pet’s sake. If it is a good project?” “I think it is, it is more stable than a film shoot certainly. I am assuming you are young Ms. Mason, and I apologize if I am wrong on this, but what do you do?” If she was taken aback by the question, Erika certainly didn’t show it. “Oh no Mr. Townsend, I admit I am young. I’m a Film and Television Production undergrad at Southern Cal. Currently a sophomore.” “I understand, that certainly makes it a little easier as you have some knowledge of how the industry works then. As I said, I think this might be a better project to see if Ms., I mean, Niamh is still capable of acting.” He paused for a moment before continuing, “I have been approached by a network to produce a new show following a team of Keepers and their Pets who solve crimes and hunt down bad guys in LA. This is actually going to be a primetime show rather than daytime programming like a lot of Pet-centric programming is today.” Erika mulled it over as she listened. “It sounds impressive Mr. Townsend, though I sense one issue so far. I’m not an actress and have never demonstrated any skill in that way.” She could actually hear the man’s smile in his voice as he continued. “Oh, that shouldn’t be a problem. We’ve got actresses who can play Keepers, it’s just that we can’t find actresses who would be willing to play Pets, except for actual Pets themselves. And I am sure that we can work out something so that you could be on set with your Pet to help take care of her, like an internship. I am positive SC and your professors will work with us on that.” “I see Mr. Townsend. Well, that definitely does sound intriguing. And I can tell you that my Pet would be good at whatever role she has.” Erika paused to think for a moment, looking at the clock on her wall. “Can we have some time to discuss it? Maybe call you back tomorrow morning before I have classes?” “Of course Ms. Mason. There isn’t a huge rush on this, as the production isn’t ramping up just yet. But if you call me back tomorrow and express interest, I will set up a meeting between yourself and your Pet with my people to see if Niamh would fit one of the roles.” Erika smiled, winking at Niamh as her Pet kept sucking on her pacifier and nuzzling into her legs. “That would be fine sir. I will speak with you tomorrow morning then. I wish you a good night.” As the pleasantries ended and Robert Townsend hung up, Erika smiled in excitement. “Can you believe it my girl? You might be in a primetime show! As a Pet, but still it is still acting!” Erika picked Niamh up off the floor and cuddled her in her arms, gently rocking her Pet there on the couch, thinking about how her life was changing thanks to being a Keeper now and having her wonderful Pet. For Niamh, she was both excited and very nervous about the possibility. It was a big deal to be seen as a Pet by millions of people, even though most of the fame and following went to those who were Keepers or Unbound, rather than the Pets. “Do...do you think I can do it Mistress?” Erika gazed into her Pet’s eyes before she answered. “Of course I think you can sweetie. In fact, I know you can. I know you will knock their socks off at the audition, because you are mine. And my Pet is the best Pet there is.” She hugged her girl tight, marveling at the heat radiating off her Pet’s body, knowing that more changes were still coming. “Now then,” Erika continued seriously, “we are going to have to discuss some other things. We’re going to need to take care of selling your car since you can’t drive it anymore, and we’re going to need to decide what to do with your home and possessions. As you can see, I don’t have a lot of room here for your stuff. So most of it will have to be sold too.” Niamh nodded at that, not thrilled by the prospect of losing all of her belongings, but knowing it was probably for the best. And she knew as well that the sale of her things would enable her Keeper to take better care of her and give her treats to have. “I-I know Mistress. I don’t want to lose some of my stuff...but I know it is important.” “Good girl. I don’t want you to lose everything, but I have no option with our living situation for the school year. I’m locked into the lease for here, so I need to do what is best for us.” She gave Niamh a quick kiss on the lips and then set her back down on the floor. “Now then, I need to get some food for myself, so I am going to go down to the dining hall to get my dinner.” Niamh sighed and gave a slight nod at that, “yes Mistress.” She really wanted something nice to eat, but she already knew that she would probably have to go into her cage until her Keeper got back. “Can you bring me back anything Mistress?” “Sadly my Pet,” Erika truly did look saddened at giving her Pet this news, “I can’t do that. For one, the dining hall would frown on it as you aren’t in the system yet. For another, I don’t want to upset your tummy too much, especially today of all days with all the stress you’ve been under.” Erika quietly led Niamh to her cage, running her hand along her Pet’s supple body. “So I will let you have some Pet food, and we will see. I promise that if you are a good girl, I will see about some special treats, okay? And in the future, I should be able to get you some things from the food court, if they are healthy for you.” As Niamh crawled into her cage, she tried to hide her disappointment with the excitement of knowing her Keeper wouldn’t lie to her. “I understand. I will be a good girl for you, I promise.” Erika gave her Pet a lingering kiss and another boop to the nose as she closed and locked the cage. “I know you will be a good girl for me sweetie. You are my good girl always. And I love you.” With that, Erika grabbed her purse and strode out the door, a spring in her step for the future. To Be Continued...

The long awaited return of this story have finally been graced. I know it's been 4 months and I am really sorry about that. Little to no motivation to write anything due to busier work schedule, depression, and many other things. Buts finally here. So without further a do. Chapter 6 Were the cops really outside looking at Alex's car? Did they know about the street racing? Did they know I raced as well? Was I about to be arrested in a world so set on destroying my mind? Was Alex already being arrested as I sat here? I unknowingly started tearing up and Sandra noticed and came up to me, picking me up. "Oh sweetie, what's wrong?" She asked me, gently bouncing me on her hip. "Nothing ma'am. Sorry..." I replied. I don't know how much she knew about Alex and her street racing but I wasn't about to just spill the beans. I took the moment to wipe my eyes and harden my emotions. "Oh princess, are you worried about mommy? She will be okay sweetie. She always finds a way to avoid trouble." Sandra smiled at me before setting me back in the playpen. Based on that statement, I thought to myself that she might know more about Alex's fun time than I originally thought. I'd have to ask Alex later. Just then, Alex came back into the room. "I'm back! Easy as pie. How was my little girl while I was gone?" Sandra gave me another warm smile before responding. "She got a little worried about mommy but I gave her some cuddles and she was all better!" "That's wonderful. Thank you Sandra. If you could make sure those police exit the property for me, that would be splendid!" Alex responded to her as she took me from her arms. "Right away ma'am." Sandra responded and headed out the door. "Mommy! That took so long! I thought you were being arrested and they were going to come after me! I got so scared!" I whined up at her, throwing my arms up in the universal 'up' request. Alex obliged and carried me to her office chair where she sat down and gently cuddled me against her chest. "It's okay, sweetheart. Mommy knows how to handle the police. You never have to worry about mommy, princess. Just stay adorable and little for me, okay?" She softly spoke, running her fingers through my hair gently and calming me down. "Okay mommy. I'll try," Is all I can respond, still sniffling. She let me continue cuddling her as she began to work on the computer and take phone calls. Nothing really stuck out until just as I was dozing off, when the phone chimed up again. "Ms. Tesla, you have someone here who would like to speak to you. Do I have permission to send him in?" Spoke what sounded like Sandra on the phone. "Go right ahead, but warn him to keep his voice down. I have a sleepy little in here." Alex responded. A few moments later, I heard the door open gently and the sound of steps coming into the office. "Hello Ms. Tesla. I'm here to offer you, and that little one in your arms, a business proposal that you can't ignore." I immediately perked up and looked at where I was expecting a person to be. Instead, I saw no one. I leaned up to look over the counter and saw another little. He looked to be in his 40s or 50s and he dressed in a very nice business suit. Once he saw me looking at him, he smiled and waved, so I waved back curiously. "Well, you've certainly peeked little Danny's attention. Why don't you take a seat and we can discuss what you propose." Alex said while gesturing to the seat in front of her desk. After he down, he smiled at me again before speaking to Alex. "So my name is Joshua Lincoln and I have heard from reliable sources that your little has just as big of a heart for cars as you do, Ms. Tesla. That is why I have come here to talk to the both of you. I am from the ULN and I want to offer you the chance to build a car company specifically for littles." "Ah Joshua Lincoln. I have heard about your brand of cars in the ULN. You're the top brand over there like I am here. What could you possibly want with us?" Alex asked, confused. Lincoln smiled bright and pulled out a few papers from his folder he was caring and set them down for Alex to read. "As you can see here, our car sales are declining each and every year. We don't have any new ideas for innovative automotive advancement and haven't had any in at least 10 years! The people are noticing and they're becoming irritated, myself included. Your little here may be just what we need. May I speak with her directly?" Lincoln asked. Alex just nods as she reads the paperwork she was handed and turns me around to face Lincoln and pats my head gently. "How can I help you, sir?" I ask, pretending I wasn't listening. He smiles at me warmly. "I've been told you have a nack for cars and that you have a vehicle from the little dimension." "How in the world did you find that out?" "Oh I have reliable sources. That part doesn't matter. What does matter, is that I want to offer a partnership that could benefit the both of us. Your previous world was so far ahead of what the ULN has ever produced, and Ms. Tesla here is even past you in advancement. So if we teamed up, we could give the automobile industry in the ULN a huge push in the right direction." Lincoln said, giving me the finger gun and wink move I've only ever seen in movies. "What's the ULN?" Alex pipes in right then. "It stands for United Little Nations. It's a full ocean away and it's a continent very simmilar to your United States of America if I'm not mistaken." She said that last part while looking at Lincoln, who nodded in agreement. "It is a free nation with no Amazon's in sight and definitely not in control." Lincoln said in a joking manner before adjusting his tie and coughing. "No offense, Ms. Tesla." "None taken. So would we be working under your brand name or what?" Alex questioned. I was preparing to ask that same question so I listened intently. "No you will not be producing cars under the Lincoln name. Not under Tesla either since that is a Amazonian brand. You can create your own brand name and it will work under Lincoln as it's father branch." I smiled then. "So like general motors with their different brands under the same company. Like Chevy and GMC." Both Alex and Joshua just looked at me with confusion in their eyes. "... Sorry. Those are car brands from my old world." "Okay. Well yes, that would be the gist of it. We give you the things you need to start up a facility, and in turn, we get a share of all profits made and some choice designs." Lincoln responded after a silent, awkward pause. Alex thought for a moment before responding. "Well, I am willing to give this idea a shot. What about you, Danny?" Being the face of my own car company! I never would have gotten this chance back home. It was like a dream come true! Just as I wet my diaper from excitement and leaked all over Alex, I responded with a happy bounce. "I'm in!" ------------------------------------- Thank you so much for the patience and I hope to write more often for you guys. I know how it is to wait and I never want to do that to y'all. Bear with me haha

When I was 14 my parents suffered a financial setback. My dad was working but his hours were being cut at the plant. We were still in our home, we had food to eat, it was just money was tight. I begged and begged my parents to let me get a part time job, just to help out. At 14 I didn't realize that at part time it wouldn't be enough to offset what my dad was losing. I was only making minimum wage. My dad was making $17.92 per hour, for those days an excellent wage, I would be making a whopping $2.10 per hour. The deal was if my grades slipped in school the job was over. I worked for Mr. Mauzer. I did anything he wanted me to do from pulling weeds to shoveling snow. Believe me when I say he got his $2.10 worth of work out a me! Now Mr. Mauzer had no sons only daughters why I was hired, there was Carrie she was a bit older than I was at 16, Patricia my age and Deborah age 12. Now Mrs. Mauzer was very pretty and all of their daughters took after her. At 14, for some reason I had my heart set on Patricia. She wanted nothing to do with me what so ever! I think it was the time that I caught a frog and as I was showing it to her, it jumped and landed square in her face. She always thought I had done it on purpose. I hadn't but she still didn't like me. As I was working every time I turned around there was Debbie. I thought she followed me just to make sure I was doing what was asked of me by her father, you know just making sure I was earning that $2.10 an hour. She would come ask me what I was doing, then ask Why? I would explain it to her. She always liked my explanation she would smile at me. When I was thirsty she would bring me a glass of cold water. She treated me better than Patricia ever had. I even told her why Patricia didn't like me. I told her about the frog. She laughed and thought it was what she deserved. Debbie told me she liked frogs! Even though she always wore a dress that was as blue as her eyes she was more of a tomboy. We talked and talked as I did my work. I liked Debbie. On one occasion I asked her why she hung out and watched me work. She blushed a little and said "Because I like you! You don't tell me to go play in traffic or jump in the lake." "Who tells you that?" I asked? "My sisters, and other boys that used to work for my daddy!" I told her "Well as I see it your dad's my boss which kinda makes you my boss as well." She liked my explanation. About 2 years later I was 16 and my wage had increased to $2,98 an hour, I saved my money and I got to buy my own clothes for school every fall. My mom no longer had control of what I got for school. Debbie was now 14 still wore dresses still hung around while I worked. One day while I was working and she was watching me work her mom came and asked if she was good still? "No," was all she said and her mom took her to the house 5 minutes later she was back. We were talking again, it looks like rain as their were clouds coming to the west. Soon the wind picked up and it began to blow. Debbie was sitting there when a gust blew her dress up. I was expecting to see panties but got a view of her diapers, I'm not sure who was more shocked me or her. She tried to put her dress down but the damage was done. She looked like she wanted to cry. "Why do you wear diapers for," I asked? "If you must know I still wet my bed, my mom and dad think that if I wear diapers at all times except for school it will embarrass me enough that I will stop wetting my bed!" "That doesn't work I said!" "How would you know," she asked? "My parents did that to me when I was 11, I said. I still wet mine." "You do?" "Yep, the only thing it did wearing most of the time was I got kind a dependent on the diapers started needing them and not knowing when I went." "Me to! My mom just changed me and I think I'm wet again but I didn't pee on purpose. Do you still wear diapers, cloth and plastic pants like me?" I looked around to see who was watching if anybody, and unzipped my pants. She could see my diapers through the hole. "I couldn't stop wetting myself now if my life depended on it," I said. Tell your mom that's all this leads to. Debbie grabbed me and gave me a kiss. No little peck this was a real live lip lock. "I love you she said!" "Debbie I love you as well!" From that day on we became an item. Her dad was kind of upset that I was dating his daughter. He took me to his office and talked with me. He wanted to know why I loved his daughter, he came out and told me she was a bedwetter thinking that it would scare me away. I told him "I knew about her bedwetting and showed him my diapers and told him he might want to rethink the diaper punishment thing, it only causes you to lose more control, take it from somebody that is now diapered 24/7/365 thanks to my diaper punishment at age 11." They tried to get Debbie out of her diapers but it was too late. Like me she was dependant on them now like I was. At 18, I started college so did Debbie at 17. As soon as she hit 18 and I got a great job making $26.56 an hour we were married. Come to find out that due to the heat of wearing diapers and plastic pants I'm shooting blanks now. My mom felt low when we told her that there were no children in our future due to their bedwetting punishment. So did Mrs. Mauzer We're still married and were both diaper dependent thanks to our parents.

Hello, hello. I got bored and started writing something. Long time lurker, pretty much this board is my daily jam. I don't know how this will float, but first time writing in a while. My apologizes for the rough stuff. I liked the Keeperverse, idea as it is called that Kimmy has started. It's sort of a loose idea that has a lot of potential. The part I have written now is pretty basic, some introduction to place and people. More or less, sorry if there isn't a lot of meat here. More or less, I like the idea of seeing a pet on stage somehow, maybe a brutal pet. We'll see how it plays out. Just the thoughts bouncing in between puppy play, the ridiculousness of a lot of black metal and all that just got me to thinking. Anywho, I hope you like our little intro. Brutal Pet Part One Ah, the Frossen Blodsekt Fest. Some of the headlining acts that they put together were legendary. The festival had started in 2000 in a small town outside of Gothenburg in Sweden. It wasn't quite as big as some of the summer festivals, but it was a lot of fun. You came there and bought a pass for the three day event. It was held towards the end of summer, on the tail end of the main tourist season for the town. Little did I know my first trip to that region would change my life forever. I'd always wanted to go to some of the metal music festivals. I'd seen pictures and heard about them in America, but my finances and course load had prevented me from doing anything of the sort. My luck changed when I was able to travel abroad. I was there in the south of Spain in the summer of 2005. The program had me going there for a few semesters while studying the history and literature of the region. My farthest trips thus far had been to Barcelona and Madrid. I adored Barcelona, taking my time to visit some of the art museums up there on the weekends. I met one of my good friends, Javier, at the Picasso museum there. We'd both bugged out early to hit up some of the smaller museums and found out we both shared a love of music in general. It turned out he was in the same program as me in the the university of Murcia, the perennial question of which I received was why would I want to go there. (Cost is a factor folks, but I did enjoy the area.) On one particular Thursday, I was sitting in the student cantina enjoying a bocadillo with a soda. I was hunched over my course work, messily devouring the sausage and cheese sandwich, when I felt a slap on the back of my undershaved head. “Eh, Amazona, you're going to get a hunch back if you keep sitting like that.” I coughed, choking on a bit of sausage, a few strands of blond hair getting in my eyes. “Dammit, Javier. You almost made me choke on my sausage.” “Eh, I know you ladies like a bit of sausage now and again.” “Shut the hell up Javier. You scarf down way more sausage than I do, ya jerk.” “Eh, you know I do chica. Particularly the sausage of big blonde,viking...” I slapped the back of his head, sending his dark pony tailed hair flying. He smiled cordially and raised his hands up in a defensive gesture, then shifted the olive rucksack on his shoulder. “I only speak the truth, Amazona.” “Pfft, whatever Javier.” I gestured grandly over my messy paperwork. Notes and books were scattered on the table, along with my midday meal. “ Blargh. I love Góngora, but I hate diagramming poems. Tell me Javier, why are the professors on both sides of the pond obsessed with this crap?” Javier took the seat next to mine at the table, glancing over my course work. He tossed his bag to the side of the wooden table, adjusting his black shirt and jeans. “I think it is a conspiracy,” he shifted closer, “to keep their tenure. They meet in secret teacher's unions to plan what they call “lesson plans” and keep things boooring...” “So vast. It all seems so perfectly normal, like daily life.” “Little did they know we would catch on.” “And now we must stop them.” “But how? But how?” “Clearly, we have to purify them with the sounds that will melt their minds and their insides...” “Ah yes, the gospel of rock and roll.” I leaned back, stretching, then pulling my Moribund Angel t-shirt back down. I let out an overly dramatic sigh and put my head in my hands. “Heretic that I am, I feel as if I have lapsed in my listening of the holy sound.” “No, chica, no! Say it isn't so!” “Yes, I have lost my way.” “Why would you say that Ana? Oh, my dear and beautiful amazon. Now, there will be no Valhalla for you.” “I know. It's so sad.” I opened up my hands slightly, allowing one of my hazel eyes to peep through. “Unless...” “Unless?” “...Unless, we go to the Moribund Angel concert that I happen to have another ticket for.” Javier's dark eyes widened, a toothy grin appearing on his goateed face. “You're kidding?” “Nah, man. I managed to score us some tickets.” He reached around and slapped me on the back. I chuckled. “Is it your purpose today to beat up a lady today, Javier?” “If there's a lady here, let me know. No, I mean, it's just,” he looked thoughtful for a moment, “I thought the tour they were on was sold out for months.” “Nope,” I tapped my nose, “I have a man on the inside. You remember my cousin, right?” “Let's see...” Javier thought. “From the pictures I remember, looks: tall, blonde, handsome, and works as a roadie?” “That'd be the one. Apparently, he managed to get on their detail through another band, Goat Horde. Anyway, Bobby, managed to score some tickets as a birthday gift.” “Brutal. When are they playing?” “The Saturday after next, at El Código Infernal.” Javier leaned back in the white plastic chair and stretched. He patted my right leg, his hand paused over my cargo pants' lower pocket. “You never go anywhere without that camera, eh?” The camera he was referring to was a small Nikun I kept on my person. I had and have a passion for photography. It was the smallest and most sturdy camera in the price range that would still accept different lenses. “Eternally, my friend. That, my cell phone, my I-pud, and my small notepad.” “Ready to rock at a moment, eh?” “You know it brother.” “Well, I hate to cut this short Ana, but I need to get on to class.” Javier stood up from the table and shouldered his pack. He scooted the chair under and gave me a stern look. “Now, don't you go taking any other handsome Colombian gentlemen to this, Amazona.” I rose from the table too now, gathering up my items, shoving them into a beaten up black satchel that was covered in band patches. When standing at my full height, I'm usually about a head taller that most females and some males, like Javier. I patted him on the head and looked around the room. “Well, I'll let you know if I see any, short stack.” He shoulder butted me in the stomach. I laughed. “Well, if you do,” he shouted back at me, “Send them my way. I'll see you when I get back after class.” I pushed in my chair and he paused at the entrance of the cantina. “Hey, could you pick up some chorizo for dinner tonight? I want to make some with rice.” I nodded in the affirmative, giving him a mock salute. “Aye, aye, Capitán. Do we need anything else? Salad or something for Muriel? Beer?” “Yes, beer. Definitely beer. And yeah, maybe some black beans or something so I can make a vegetarian dish for her.” “You got it brother. I'll see you later tonight.” With that we both left the cantina, Javier to his classes and me returning to our shared student apartment. Leaving the cantina, I surveyed the campus. Piles of dirt surrounded the premises as the area was undergoing something of a growth spurt at that point. We both went to classes in some of the older buildings, although the professors said we would be moving to one of the new buildings in the spring. I walked down the road and popped my purple earbuds in my ears. The brutal sounds of Moribund Angel's Altars of Insanity filled me. I bobbed my head along with the music as I walked down to the bus stop. As I rounded the corner and odd sight caught my eye. Well, odd to me anyway. A dark haired woman in her mid thirties had a harness on a smaller woman. I blinked momentarily, while watching them walk leisurely down the sidewalk. The younger of the two woman, who wore the harness,chatted away eagerly about something or other while her handler chuckled politely and nodded occasionally. The young woman had her dark auburn hair french braided, bore no top, and a diaper. She gestured excitedly about with what I noticed to be black cat like mittens on her hands. I caught a word or two in Spanish, muñeca and comida. So I guess, they were going to eat and get the girl a toy? I popped one of the ear buds out of my ear and shook my head out of my reverie upon seeing the bus stop. Apparently, we were both headed to the same spot. I gave a long sideways glance at the odd couple. It was the first time I had actually seen what they call a “pet” and a “keeper.” The older woman smiled at me and waved. I waved back. There were still a few minutes before the bus arrived. “Hola, niña,” the older woman greeted me with a smile. “Hola, senorita,” I smiled warmly at her. “Are you a student here?” I nodded. The younger girl was still chattering on about her future toy. “Shush, Isabella,” she said to the energetic young lady, “I am talking to this nice young lady.” The younger girl meeped and uttered a shy apology. I chuckled. “No, you're fine sugar. I have to ask, is that your daughter?” The woman laughed and shook her head. “No, no. Isabella isn't my daughter,” She patted the Isabella on the head, which the girl let out a contented purr upon receiving the affection, “We actually met at the park after I took my son to school one day.” I raised an eyebrow, “Really?” She nodded, “Yes. It hits you just that fast.” I cocked my head. “What hits you?” “The boooond,” Isabella chirped and jumped up excitedly. “The bond?” “Sí, senorita. It's like... It's like this whole swimming in an ocean of looooove.” Isabella gave the older woman a big hug. “And I loooove my Marina!” “Aye, pet. You're a good one Isabella,” Marina chuckled. The young woman simply glowed at the compliment. “That is why you are getting a toy, because you're such a big help to my little Arturo. You're so good at math. Yes you are!” I was somewhat floored. I heard about the whole pets and keepers thing back in the states, but I had never seen one. I lived close to a town called Rome in north Georgia, which was small. My hometown was even smaller. It was mostly farms with a few suburban-lite neighborhoods. I think I'd heard of maybe one or two couples that were that way, one of which went to my Granddaddy's church. The one girl, I think, belonged to an older matron in the church and her name was Judy, I believe. Oddly enough, everyone loved Judy and she'd constantly be in the nursery somewhat out of need, but for the other part is she was great with kids. She was always “properly” clothed in light gauze dresses from what I had heard. I don't know all the details, my mom never took us to church, really. She was sort of the beloved black sheep of our family. Either way, it was a little surprising to see a young woman so casually topless and fancy free. I didn't know. I supposed pets ran a bit hotter than most people. Isabella jostled me out of my thoughts by playfully jumping into me. Marina shot her a stern look. The pet whined momentarily, before Marina petted her head. “Do you have a pet,” asked Isabella innocently. My eyebrows shot up in surprise. I'd never thought about such a thing. I shook my head. “Oh,” she replied sadly, “ I think you'd be a reaaaaallly good keeper. You're so big and confident and pretty! And...” Isabella prattled on. I smiled awkwardly as the bus pulled up. Marina touched my shoulder and smiled. “Anyway, niña. It was nice to meet you. Looks like our bus is here.” “So it is,” I smiled. “What is your name, niña?” “Oh, uh, Annabelle Persson.” Marina extended out her hand and I shook it. She stepped up onto the bus. “Well, it was nice to meet you Sra. Persson,” Marina gestured with her head to Isabella, “Say goodbye to the nice young lady, Isa.” “Goodbye Ana!” Isabella gave me a wet kiss and with that they shuffled to the back of the bus. I stood there mulling over my encounter, before stepping onto the bus. I popped my earbud back in my ear and took a seat towards the front. The sweet sounds of Emperor Emerald's keening vocals soon washed away my encounter with the couple. I became so enraptured with the lyrics in his story album, Abby, that I nearly missed my stop. I pulled the cord and quickly exited the bus at the department store in front of our apartment, El Corte Frances. The glittering glass facade of the department store greeted me as I left the stop. I think they had put it up in the last few years, as it was one of the only buildings that didn't have secondary price listings in pesetas still. It was a tall two story affair, with tons of clothing, electronics, and all the household knickknacks one could want. Personally, I really liked their deli and bakery. I indulged in their tiramisu frequently, with either Javier or Muriel stealing a piece on occasion. Bastards. They needed to get their own. Grumble grumble, but I didn't really mind. I entered the divinely cool store and made a b-line for the basement, where they stocked the groceries. I picked up the chorizo, some black beans, salad fixings, and a few sweet potatoes, so Muriel could bake them with honey. She needed to bake them with honey. I would make her bake them for us because I would serenade her with Moribund Angel songs until she would. I love music, but I have a terrible voice. Muriel would make the potatoes. I chuckled darkly to myself about my evil plan as I checked out. With my groceries in hand, I made my way to my secondary destination, our Beerhalla, or the local chino. Think of it like a little corner store, but a bit better. They were chiefly ran by Chinese immigrants to Spain, hence the nickname for the stores. I rounded the block and crossed the road. I opened the door and yelled a greeting. “Good afternoon Su!” “Afternoon, Ana!” Su yelled from the back, “We got some more Golden Galleon up front!” It was a clean shop, but a bit cramped. I went down the first of the refrigerated aisles and found my promised prize. I shifted my shopping form El Corte Frances, and my satchel. I grabbed two twelve packs of the Golden Galleon and made my way up to the register where Su was now standing. He looked down at the beer, shook his head, and smiled up at me. “Celebrating something, Ana?” I grinned at him, “You bet.” “Someone's birthday? You know, we have a special on some of the wine too.” “Not really,” I shook my head, “I just got tickets for the Moribund Angel concert coming up.” I gestured to my shirt. Su nodded sagely. “Ah yes, beer and the music. Very important.” “Very important,” I confirmed, “Plus I don't have to put up with Javier's whining for weeks on end by missing out on the concert.” Su ran his fingers through his short black hair, furrowing his brow. “How is Javier doing? He seemed pretty down last week.” I shrugged, “Same old short stack. His boyfriend broke up with him. He pouted for a few days, but he seems back to his old self in any case.” Su nodded and slipped in a small chocolate bar. “Just in case he still seems to be feeling down.” I nodded. “You're a good man Su.” He shrugged noncommittally. “You are some of my best customers. I like to show a little appreciation, what can I say.” “Thanks, Su. I'll see you tomorrow.” I paid, waved goodbye to him, and left the shop. Crossing back over the road, I headed towards home. Along the way, my shopping started to get a bit heavy so I stopped at a wall that was plastered with concert posters, featuring upcoming shows. Boys to Dogs, lame. Cruxtshades, I was surprised they could actually make it over. They were a bigger deal than I had thought. Then, I saw it, the flier for the show Javier and I would be going to in a couple of weeks: BLOODBOUND TOURS PRESENTS: MORIBUND ANGEL, IRISH CROSS, CANNONBALL CORPSE... ...And some other bands I hadn't heard of either. Brutal. I loved finding out about new bands. The poster was quite large and featured pictures for quite a few of the bands. Towards the bottom, one of the bands caught my eye. My lips drew back into a sneer when I saw the last band on the list: Fisk Bestemor. Literally, Fish Grandma, but with a fancy and well nigh unreadable typeface. Black metal. I leaned in closer and looked at the promo picture they had. Their singer looked like a well built gentleman, with really bad face paint. There were spikes upon spikes. Long hair. More spikes. More Satan. Spikes. If I had to put a picture next to the definition of the term, try hard, it would be that promo picture. I laughed and shook my head. It's not that I had anything against the sub genre, I liked bands like Enslavement. I'd give them a listen if I remembered them later on, before the concert. I picked up my shopping and headed home. Three flights of stairs later, I was at our front door. I could of taken the elevator, but I liked the idea of building up my stamina more. I unlocked the baroque looking door to our apartment and called out: “Yo, Muriel, I'm home!” The delicate red head padded out from the back bedrooms towards me. “Oh, hey Ana,” She took some of the shopping bags from my arms, “Oh, I see you have Golden Galleon! ...And some sweet potatoes!” I chucked darkly and affirmed with a hearty, “YES!” She wrinkled her freckled brow, looking up at me. “I'm going to put on a concert just for you Muriel.” Muriel frowned, heading towards the kitchen. “Dammit Ana, you'd better not.” “Oh yes ma'am, I am.” She playfully hit me with the shopping bag as we entered the kitchen. Muriel began unpacking while I helped and started my evil concierto plan of getting her to make delicious sweet potatoes, until Javier would return in the evening.

I was going to leave a comment saying welcome, but getting banned after less than 8 hours on the site doesn't look good!

That was a joke son.

Incontinence "just happened" to me. One day dry, the next soaking the underwear. Very self-conscious at first, but dulled with time. Now, I thing to myself, "Wow, you're wearing a diaper and it's wet!" Then I say to myself, "Cool." There is not a time, place, or event in which I'm not diapered. Most people, I've found, are too tuned into themselves and don't notice the tell tale signs of diaper use. You get to a point where you lose all your "shame" and don't care anymore.

This is terrible advice. Stalking is against the law.... and this behavior IS a warning sign. As was pointed out, it is just as easy, and in many ways actually easier, to get videos of adults being changed while dressed, acting, and in the settings of a baby.... This is completely inappropriate behavior, and is pedophilia, even if the child and its parents are not being directly harmed in the encounter. He is using children for sexual gratification, and is in fact choosing them over an equally accessible non-child option. Don't shift the guilt of "ruining" someones life when this guy obviously needs help and it is better he gets it now before he runs the life of a child.

First off, it's HIPAA not HIPPA. The Doctor-Patient relationship has been protected long before HIPAA. HIPAA protects the electronic and other records that stem from the treatment. HIPAA applies to all covered entities and their employees and contractors regardless of what professional capacity they are in. A covered entity is essentially anybody who uses electronic records for insurance billing, which means EVERYBODY that takes any form of insurance payment these days. There are exceptions, any time the safety or abuse of a child is involved, most of the people listed (doctors, therapists, counselors) are mandated, reporters. Alas, how mandated reporting relates to patient privileged conversation with is provider depends on what state you are in. Each state has rules on where the boundary are. To answer the original question. Is he a pedophile. Possibly, possibly not. If you even get a whiff of child pornography (video or graphic views of nudity or sexual acts), he's committing a felony and you need to, at the least, distance yourself from his activities, less you be charged with a felony. If you find that he's involving real children in his activities, you need to contact the police IMMEDIATELY. Other than that, what you can suggest is that he suggest getting professional help. Having a desired to view child porn or even abusing children isn't illegal. Heading off that before he acts on it is vital. I've got a friend whose doing 14 months (suspended down from 15 years) for child porn. He's looking forward to four years of NO INTERNET after he gets released. Google Alicia Kozakeiwicz sometime. That hit a bit close to home. The guy worked for the same company as a bunch of my friends and the whole thing took place a few miles away from me. Another friend was the first lawyer the abuser contacted. Suggest strongly this guy get help and don't let him drag you down.

Whether a patient is wearing diapers or not is largely irrelevant. If it's a trauma situation, the clothing is going anyhow. In other situations, if they still have a diaper on, the staff will assume incontinence. If there is no diaper on and the patient wets the bed or whatever, they'll deal with it (there's almost always chux under the patient anyhow. Even normally continent patients lose it in an emergency situation).

Here in the US, HIPPA generally protects a person regards private matters when there is an agreed-to Doctor-Patient relationship. That becomes less clear when the Doctor is a third-party. Psychiatists, Therapists, and Licensed Counsellors also have to follow HIPPA, but they are permitted to call in the authorities or cause their client to be admitted to a care facility if they believe that person is a clear and high risk to themself or to society in general. With today's paranoia regards child safety I go to great lengths to distance myself from actual children even online, because if that gets discovered it will be twisted to be used against you as much as they can possibly do, even if you would never actually act on that fantasy. So here, I would be having a long talk with that friend to get them to understand the risk they are taking and it's likely consequences. If they fail to back away from this, then I would back away from them. What I wouldn't do is tell anyone else about this unless I truly believed that they would harm a real person, and even then I would tell them that I was going to do this before I acted in hopes that at least then they would understand the problem and work to mitigate it. I love seeing children playing happily- the purest and strongest expression of true joy there is. But I am an older single 'guy' with no kids, and if I actually do that I will immediately be suspected and likely be seen as a predator when there is nothing farther from the truth. Not only would I never harm any child, I would immediately kill anyone who I saw doing that even if it landed me in jail for the rest of my life. There is nothing I can do to change that because of modern society's paranoia regards child safety so to protect myself I simply avoid it. I really have no other choice. Your friend doesn't have a choice either and he need to understand that before he becomes his own victim. Bettypooh

Hi Inconito How are you getting on with untwining. I'm just starting out and I'm very keen to share experiences

Part 7 It was everything I had ever hoped for. I had been dreaming of this since... well, my "sexual awakening". Every kid likes the idea of Keepers and Pets, some even grow up in a household with a Pet, though the vast majority of bonds belonged to members of the same sex. My best friend growing up, Hazel... her mom had a Pet and I remember clearly going over there and watching her mom and dad feed Gabi. I had wished that my mom would get a Pet, that she would go out and bond with someone and bring her home so I could love her too... Gabi played fetch and wrestled and watched TV and even helped with homework. But both of my parents were boring Unbound. Most people were, after all. Only one in three had a bondmate waiting out there. And at the age of twelve, I had begun wishing every night that I would bond. That I would be someone's Pet. Everyone told me that I'd make a great Pet, I was suited for it. I was perky and cheerful and friendly and cute... I wanted it more than anything. I loved Pet culture, they had their own products, their own music, their own TV shows, but I was an outsider looking in. Until I met my owner. The receptionist had sat her down in my chair and come to get me, I saw her reflection in the salon mirror before I ever saw her face. My heart pounded, she was so pretty... I had dated women exclusively my entire life. Boys were cute, but the odds of me bonding with one were so much lower than with another woman, so I spent my time trying to find the right lady. And there she was. Celia. The salon felt a thousand miles long as I walked toward her, somehow I knew that this was the one. I knew that this was my owner. When our eyes met in the mirror and I felt the transformation begin, it was the happiest moment of my entire life. I didn't fight it, I didn't hold anything back. I wet myself right in the middle of the salon... and as I stood there in my wet jeans, the warmth spreading from my crotch just as the warmth spread from my heart, she stood up and took my hand. My knees felt weak as I gazed into her pale green eyes. "You're mine," she whispered. "You're my Pet now." "Yes Mistress," were the literal first words I ever said to Celia. I didn't find out her name for days. It didn't matter. And now I was sitting in her apartment, next to another Pet. And gosh was she cute. She had this wavy blonde hair and breasts that were not too big but not too small... they looked great on her frame. And she had these cloudy-grey eyes that looked so smart, well... that they had been smart when she was human. I couldn't stop thinking about how Mistress had laid me down on top of this other Pet, this Alpha girl - they told me her name was Kara, but if she wanted to be the Alpha pet... I wasn't going to complain. Hierarchy was important, I was new, and well... she was cute. I wouldn't mind her bossing me around a little, especially if it led to some sexy moments. Being a Pet was the best. I had never felt so sexually free in my entire life, and I had the excuse of 'Pet instincts' to hide behind. And so I did. The way her blonde hair draped over her shoulder, the tips tickling her collarbone. The way the bell on her collar glinted. The memory of dazzlingly white teeth peeking from between her lips. Alpha called to me. Her skin was so soft, the way her chest rose beneath my ear... she called to me. I lifted my head from her shoulders and pressed my lips to hers, the barest amount before I leaned down and grazed my teeth along her neck. That surprised me. It wasn't really my style, I honestly had no idea why I did it. I couldn't remember anything from last night. Mistress had said I would mount her and I fuzzed out, she had whispered all manner of dominance in my ear, how I was hers, how my body was hers now, how she could take my mind with a word... and she did. I remembered seeing Alpha being put in the cage and... I smelled the fear on her as I nipped her neck. I reeled back as if she had punched me in the mouth, staring into those grey eyes and seeing her fear. She's afraid of me! I realized in horror. "Alpha?" I asked meekly, "Why are you scared? You're... you're the alpha, you're in charge. What... what happened last night?" I remember her being put in the cage, I remembered that delicious brain fuzz rising, and then next thing I remembered was finding myself tied to Mistress' bed, my hands bound together above me, my ankles spread wide and tied to the bedposts. It had been the most wonderful way to wake up, and I had been glowing from whatever she had done to me. It had been good. Really good. She had returned from the bathroom and praised me for being so obedient... but what had happened in between? "You... " Alpha hesitated. "You don't remember?" I shook my head solemnly, watching the way her chest rose and fell, noticing how tense her arms were. She was on the verge of a flight reaction, she was terrified of me! It hurt my feelings deeply, we were Pets of best friends! Just like in the shows! We should be kissing and cuddling, she shouldn't be afraid of me... I had never hurt anyone in my whole life! I was The Doormat, that's what my roommates had called me. Anyone could walk on me. "You mounted me," she looked down, her cheeks coloring in shame. "Don't call me Alpha... it's too much. You... you rode me, Eleni. I begged but... and then... the instincts... I... " Tears were beginning to flow down her face and I felt terrible, absolutely terrible. My fingers found my face... I was crying too. "I'm so sorry," my voice sounded strangled. "I don't remember, I didn't know... oh gods, you hate me now, don't you?" I had been picked on my whole life, I had lived in fear, I had been mocked for admitting that I wanted to be a Pet in my youth... everyone wanted to be a Keeper, why would I want to be a Pet? Keepers got everything they wanted, Pets just had to serve, to belong. But I couldn't figure out why I had ever been bullied if it felt like this to hurt someone else. A low, keening wail began in my throat, ululating. Alpha - no, Kara - joined me and together we cried. I moved to hug her but she shrank away, like I was a leper, like my skin would burn hers. I collapsed on the floor. "What happened!?" Marcie rushed into the room looking down at the both of us. "Shh, shh.. tell me what happened. Tell me why you're crying... " I only wailed louder, feeling guilty for disturbing my Keeper's best friend. I ruined everything! This was why nobody liked me! In moments, she had Kara bundled in her arms and was carrying her away, rescuing her from me. I wanted to crawl into the cage and collapse, but that would only make things worse. I wanted my Keeper more than anything. I wanted her arms around me. My eyes hurt, my throat hurt, but most of all... my heart hurt. Kara was so beautiful, so perfect, and I had hurt her. I hated myself so much in that moment. And then Marcie's arms were around me, carrying me back to Mistress' room. She laid me on the bed and stroked my hair, but it felt awful, it felt wrong. I was a bad girl, I didn't deserve her touch. I didn't deserve any attention. I deserved to be punished and abandoned for making Kara cry! "Shh, you're a good girl," Marcie whispered. "Eleni is a good girl." I didn't feel like Eleni right then, I felt like the old me, The Doormat, the unlovable. "I'm not," I protested, sobbing. "I'm not a good girl, I'm a bad girl. I made Kara cry!" "You didn't," she soothed. "You didn't do anything wrong. You obeyed. You did what you were told to do. You're new, sweets. You've only been transformed for what, four days? It's all too much for you." She was lying. Hiding something. There was something she wanted to say, some truth on her tongue that she wouldn't share, and I could smell it on her. She thought I was awful. That had to be it. "She's gonna get rid of me," I blubbered. "I made a mess of everything!" "You didn't, I promise you didn't," she lied to me. Her promises were lies. "Wait here, I need to check on Kara, okay?" "Please," I croaked, "she deserves your attention. She needs your help." Marcie sighed a small, soft sigh that I wasn't buying her lies before she slipped out of Mistress' room. I looked around, rubbing the water from my eyes with the back of my wrist as I drank in the sights. Her small, flat TV with her multitude of video game machines and controllers. Her posters of some blonde woman in yellow and orange armor. Small figurines of an elf boy with a sword and a blonde princess. A strange, dancing cactus with an open mouth. And her scent. Mistress' scent was everywhere in this room. I climbed under her covers, my diaper crinkling as I lay in her exact spot, smelling her pillow. Pictures of various blonde women were all over her room. Armor and swords, colored glowing lines around some... she wanted a blonde. She didn't want me, with my stupid red hair that everyone made fun of. That I didn't have a soul. Maybe I didn't after all. She was going to get rid of me. I was too much trouble. I wasn't worth it. The wail rose in my throat unbidden, my keening howl piercing the renewed still of the apartment, my Pet sadness overwhelming my human need to be quiet and convenient. "Eleni! Quiet!" Mistress' voice was like a whip crack, reducing the baying to a whimper instantly. Shame flooded my body and I covered my face with my hands. "Good girl." "But I'm not," I whimpered. "I'm a bad girl." "Are you calling your Keeper a liar, Eleni?" Her voice was sharp again. I sat up and went to meet her gaze, to beg forgiveness... but she wasn't there. Marcie stood beside the bed with a frightened expression, holding her phone. "Are you?" the phone asked in Mistress' voice. "No mistress," I whispered, feeling terribly embarrassed at Marcie being the vehicle of my Keeper's will. It was shameful. "Tell me you're a good girl then, Pet," the beloved voice commanded. "I'm a good girl," I obeyed, feeling like a liar. "Eleni is a good girl." She always wanted me to say the name she had given me when I recited things. To reinforce that I was someone new, that she owned me wholly, my body, my mind, my soul, my name. I was a Pet. I gave everything to her and I would give everything until I had nothing left to give. And I was a good girl. I felt better, I felt calmer, though a rock sat in my stomach. A stone of pure guilt that waited, leeching into my blood. "You are a good girl," she continued. "You didn't do anything wrong last night, okay? I have to work, but I'll see you tonight. You're a good girl and I love you and you're Mine." I loved the way she said that, the way she said, "mine". I could taste the possessiveness in the air. She owned me and I wouldn't have it any other way. Marcie held the phone to her ear and turned her back to me, stepping away and whispering to my Keeper. I sat obediently, just like Mistress taught me, and I waited. "Okay," Marcie smiled, hanging up the phone. "Do we feel better, good girl?" "Yes," I said sheepishly. I did feel better, but it was hard to admit it. "Is Kara okay?" "She's sad, but we're all going to get through this, okay? Mistakes were made, feelings were hurt, but we all love each other." We all love each other. It was such a beautiful thought. I was so lucky at bonding into this bunch. I was the luckiest Pet ever.

Thanks Betty I just celebrated 24 years clean and sober last month.