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  1. i like your story may i please come to your discord server 

  2. Thank you ❤️ I still think that Wendy was the best twist I've done in a story to date. I'm proud of this one.
  3. Be safe on your hike, even if you take 6 months it'll be less time than the cliffhanger in Keeper's Pet! We'll all be excitedly waiting to find out what happens next. Also, thanks from Juno for the shoutout. Personally, I looooooove Wolf Taming and I'm constantly bugging her for more of it. It's my fav story rn.
  4. I dunno if I'm writing again, but it felt really good to actually finish a short story and post it. I started a novel for NaNoWriMo but only got like 3 chapters in over the course of the month - I'm in love with the concept, it's exactly the story I want to tell, I'm just finding it really hard to sit down and WRITE it. Riiiiight? The credit for the concept goes to @QueenJunoKing on Twitter, it's funny I messaged her out of the blue because I liked her writing and we've been friends for over a year now, we talk pretty much every day and share all kinds of fun concepts. We've written a few stories together, but no ABDL content, so I doubt they'll ever be seen by anyone but the two of us. Aww <3, thanks PC! You know I love your work (I am madly in love with Under Lock and Key, so much fun). Thank you for taking the time to give a nice comment! Comments on stories really do mean the world to me. The only reason I kept writing after my first story was community engagement, I just had so much fun talking to people about the story! The thing about these short stories that's so much fun to me is the fact that I never name either character. I barely give physical descriptions - this would be terrible in a long-form story but it's interesting in a short story. There's no time "wasted" on learning who the people are, you learn about them entirely through their words an deeds. This one is also much darker than I usually do - it's pretty heavily implied that he's grooming her for this, there's probably hypnosis and conditioning involved. Oh, and he gets another girl basically as soon as she's locked up in the pet gear.
  5. Thanks to my friend QueenJunoKing for encouraging me to write this, she gave me the initial idea and it just kind of lit my brain on fire. I know petplay isn't everyone's cup of tea, but I hope you enjoy it. -=-=-=-=-=- She trembled, looking at the tangle of leather and rivets, buckles and straps that laid on the bed. Her heart thundered in anticipation, a bird desperately thrashing against the bars of her ribcage. It was something she had dreamed of for so long. She had been playing with him for years, had dropped many hints in that time - he had too. And this was the coup de grâce, the ultimate fantasy. The contract was signed, there was no going back. She was going to be his pet. Forever. Every inch of her skin felt electrified, she wanted so badly to pick up those straps, to handle the harness that would force her to crawl around the house. With an unerasable, stupid grin on her face she squeezed the padded knees and elbows. She had gotten to play with it a few times, but this was different. This was forever. No more working. No more stress. She was giving it all up, signing it all away. The life of a fuckpet, her ultimate fantasy, was less than an hour away. Her only responsibility would be pleasing him - no cleaning, no cooking, no commuting, just love and play and sex. And he was insatiable. They had been living together for eight months now and the sex was even better than it had been before she moved in. A shiver ran through her as her fingers touched one of the buckles. She wanted to wear it now. She wanted him to strap her into it, to force her nose to the ground in the beautiful mask, to draw the moans and whimpers from her, to lovingly humiliate her until she was so horny they didn't even need the lube when he finally took her. With an incredible effort, she tore her mind away from that fantasy, one that had been a reality more than once, and back to the problem at hand. She had about half an hour left to finish coming up with her ten words. Hungry. Thirsty. Horny. Bored. Yes. No. She had come up with six in the past thirty minutes, but that was all she had so far. He was giving her ten buttons to be programmed with her voice, ten words to express herself. In another thirty minutes, he would take her voice. He'd affix a collar to her neck, a new one, a shiny one. Oh how she wanted it. But she also knew it was designed to hurt her if she spoke words. The ten buttons on the board, placed on the floor for her to activate with her elbow - her foot in the bindings - that's all she'd be able to communicate with outside of body language and whimpers, yips, and whines. Biting her lip, she stopped her hand from reaching the button of her jeans. The entire idea of it was so exciting, so exhilarating, that she could barely contain herself. More. She'd definitely need that word. She said it frequently when he was with her. More. She couldn't get enough of him, either. She dropped to her knees beside the bed, her head awash in images of him leading her around, him sitting on the couch and patting his leg, beckoning her to him. Fantasies of just being his pet. She shifted on her knees slightly, rhythmically, the need in her demanding that she move her hips. She had to move her hips. Hurt. Sometimes he went too hard and she needed time to recover after. Tired. She knew that she could convey that one with body language, laying down and curling up, climbing up on the bed and flopping over. She shook her head, scratching that one. She needed the words to be things she couldn't easily make known... Walkies. She giggled to herself, at the thought that "walkies" needed a word when "tired" didn't. But it was cute and she wanted it. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the more rational part of herself was screaming that this was important, that she couldn't waste one on being cute... But wasn't that the point? Trusting him to make all the decisions, trusting him to take care of her. That rational part had been screaming when she signed the contract too, but it had also been screaming when she moved in, when she had begun considering quitting her job. She tingled at the thought of looking her boss right in the eye and quitting, telling him simply, "I'm nothing but a fuckpet now, I don't need this job." One more. Just one more word. She heard him walking closer. She wished she had a real tail, one that could wag. "Sweetie, your time is almost up, have you thought of what words we're putting into the buttons?" His voice was the darkest of chocolate, rich and luscious, washing over her, drowning her thoughts. It was so hard to focus when he was around, when that rumbling voice spoke to her. His fingers were in her hair now, touching, stroking. And she knew. "Yes sir, I just thought of the last one." The entire room got warmer with the happiness in his voice. "You're such a good girl." He sat on the bed, grabbing her by the wrist and wrapping an arm around her, sitting next to the very harness she wanted to wear so badly. He pulled her into his lap, grabbing the button panel and fiddling with it. She couldn't help it, she started grinding against him, rocking her hips in his lap, drawing a soft chuckle from him. "Shhh, down girl." The words sent a new thrill through her. "Be calm, this is important. These are the only words you'll have from now on. Forever." There was that word again. Forever. She loved it so much. Never as much as from his lips. The word in her own mind was resonant, the word from his lips was earthshattering. A moan escaped her as she leaned forward, gripping his knee between her legs. The need was becoming an ache. "Sir... " His gentle laugh brought a blush to her face. "Now sweetheart, I know you're excited. We've been building you up to this for a long time, haven't we?" He barely paused for her hurried yes sir before continuing. "That's right. All that training you've done was all for this. Now, when the button lights up, I want you to say the word you want it to have." He pushed it. It lit up. Everything lit up to his fingers, she lit up to his fingers. "Horny." He held his laughter until the button's light was gone, pressing it again. "Horny", the button sounded so needy. She sounded so needy. Her cheeks were warm, her grip tightening on his leg. "Oh goodness, sweet pet. That's the word you think you'll need more than any?" "Y-" He put a finger to her lips. "Shh. No more words from you except what we give the buttons. These are the last words of your life as a person, soon you'll be my precious pet. Forever." Another moan tore itself from her lips, bursting into the world as she shuddered from its exit. "Ready?" The next button was alight moments later. She struggled to find the word. Any word. "More." The button went dark. "Horny. More. More. Horny." He teased her with the buttons, with her own words, her own voice full of longing, full of desire, full of readiness for him. She groaned in frustration, grinding against his thigh, humping him desperately. One strong arm wrapped around her waist, stopping her, holding her firm. "No." An order, a command, and as strong as steel. With a whine, she stopped, biting her lip. She was a good pet, she wanted to please him. She wanted nothing more in the entire world than to please him. She wasn't quite sure when he had become the center of her world, but he was beyond any doubt. "Next word." He spoke firmly. The button lit. "Yes." That word was easy. Her breathing was heavy, ragged as the button echoed her, before he lit the next one. "No." Again, he laughed at her choice. "Oh I see, you want to still be able to say no to me, hmm?" His beard tickled her as he kissed her cheek. "Well it wouldn't be fair for me to censor you now, would it? After all, these will be your only words." "Fo-" Again, a solid finger pressed to her lips stopped her. "No. You have to get used to not speaking except through the buttons, which means no words except what's going in the buttons." The gentlest iron turned her back to face the buttons, his fingers as unyielding as his will. The next one lit. Her mind went blank. She searched for the word... "Hungry." "Oh, someone doesn't think she's going to be fed enough, hmm? Hungry and more. Do you think I won't take good care of you?" She reached out and pushed the fourth button, hearing her own voice say, "No." He laughed and lit the next one. "Bored." She could feel his smirk as he kissed the back of her neck. "My poor pet, bored already. Well, I have so many new toys to give you. Just four more words to go." Lit. "Walkies!" The world shook with his laugh, she bounced in his lap, which drew a fit of giggles from her as well. "More. Walkies!" He tapped the buttons with a smile. "I think you've made some good choices so far. Are you ready?" She pressed the third button, "Yes." A small worry formed that she wouldn't remember which was which, but she knew she'd have plenty of time to memorize them. The next button awaited. "Thirsty." Another. "Hurt." "Oh, my poor sweetie. I'll always take care of you when you're hurt. Better than ever before, my beloved pet. You'll never have to worry about a thing, once I seal you into this... " He shifted, picking up the mask and holding it in front of her. "You want this, don't you?" Her hand moved practically of its own will, smashing the button. "Yes." It didn't convey how badly she wanted it... "More." "More?" His golden, rumbling laughter warmed her inside and out. "My greedy puppy. Only one button left. What shall it be? What's the last word you'll ever need?" The button lit. The whole world became this one moment, where she was giving everything up to him. Her identity, her life, her will. "I love you." Before the button was dark, she was on her back on the bed, his body crushing hers. He was so much bigger, so much stronger. The fingers of one hand wrapped around both of her wrists as he pulled her arms above her head, his teeth going straight for her neck. The primal growl that came from his throat was more than she could take, she let out a long, desperate moan. She bit down on her tongue hard, needing those three words to be her last, her gift to him for all his generosity. And from the grip of his hands, the scrape of his teeth, the weight of his body... it was a gift that he readily accepted. He was terrifying in his precision, her clothing torn from her one article at a time. Always one hand on her, holding her - her wrists, her waist, her chin - as he ripped her shirt away, her bra, her jeans, and the panties soaked with her longing. The urges were growing too strong, she desperately wanted to beg. He did the kindest thing possible, the gag went between her lips, buckled around the back of her head, which hit the pillow shortly after. The rough skin of his fingers split her lips as he took her clit between two fingers, gently, lovingly, tugging ever so slightly just the way she liked. Another moan burst into the world from her throat, muffled by the gag. A line of drool escaped the corner of her mouth, her hips rocking wildly. He laughed, and she heard an unexpected sound. The unmistakable crinkling of a diaper. Her eyes shot wide, her body sitting upright as she looked in surprise. He enjoyed them, but they had never been her thing, she'd worn one for him a time or two, even wet for him before, but she ignored his encouragement to explore them. They were so thick, they made her walk funnily, and it made it harder for her to get the sensations she craved. "Why so surprised?" The amusement in his voice was a new torment. Her mind spun, her hand going to the gag so she could protest. Her head spun from the speed with which he shoved her back down. "Someone didn't bother to use any of her words to ask for the bathroom... and you're going to be in this lovely bitchsuit nearly all the time... so this is just practical." His smirk was that cruelty she craved from him so much, that twisted brilliance that constantly took her by surprise, that tickled every corner of her imagination with its wicked ways. "Forever." The word shredded her resistance, she was barely coherent from the tiny electric orgasm that sped through her. "My pretty diapered pet, I did tell you that you should learn to love them." She was stunned as he lifted her hips, sliding it underneath her. And her head cleared just long enough to sit up, pushing him away momentarily. But she wasn't nearly strong enough to escape him. He dropped the diaper, the pink, fluffy, crinkling thing as he forced her face down onto the bed, running his finger along her glistening sex once more. "Oh now she's just being naughty. I suppose I can diaper you after... " The resistance left her again as she felt her right hand shoved into the leather mitt, the buckle tightened with tantalizing speed. Her arm was bent, her fingers placed on her own shoulder as he cinched another buckle. Her left hand shot out, grabbing the bed, grabbing for anything she could, somewhere in a tortured state between bliss and fear. The left hand was secured shortly after, and all too easily he threw her onto her back, pinning her to the bed with a knee as he began working her legs into the bindings that she had wanted so very, very badly. And she still wanted them. The sensation of the leather on her hands, the smell of it, the way her arms were restricted, this was the stuff of her every fantasy. Before she could finish that thought, her knees were bound, bent, her feet tangled in the straps that went around the ankle, over the sole of her foot. Moving a knee pulled her mitten taut. He had her. She was helpless. And there was nothing she could do to stop him from taping that first thick, fluffy diaper around her waist. She moaned into the gag over and over and over as he rubbed her padded crotch, writhing and barely noticing when he snapped the shiny metal collar closed around her neck. Locked. Active. Moments later she was on all fours - her elbows and her knees, now her "pet feet", the buttons of the board staring at her from the ground in front of her. "Anything you'd like to say, my precious diapered pet?" The board had all the words she'd ever need. Forever. "I love you."
  6. HA. WELCOME TO MY WORLD. I frequently find myself asking, "What's the worst, most awful thing that could happen right now?" I'm cruel to my characters because there is no growth without pain, and a story without growth is boring.
  7. ? ? ? ? Poor Kristi. What an awful dream. I love how you're portraying that adjustment period. I hope they mend the rifffftttttt
  8. Don't think I didn't notice that you went with bby I figured you were doing the Appalachian Trail or something equally bonkers lol - I have BIG respect for people who can push their bodies and do something like that, I don't think I could. It's supposed to be a transformative, life-changing experience. I've seen your growth over the course of this story already! You're engaging with your readers, you're passionate about this project, and I'm proud of you for contributing! The fact that you're a fan and were inspired to write your own story because of things I did means a ton to me, so thank you! Not sorry for making you cry with BtG though. Anyone who doesn't cry at SOME point during that book is made of stone. omggg this is like my favorite thing in powerplay. Being forced to acknowledge your position, being forced to say what the dominant wants you to say. It really gets my blood pumping, I love this!! You said at one point that you were concerned that this was just the same plot of "Keeper's Pet" - to that, I say two things: 1) You're totally not. The dynamic of a couple where one partner suddenly has a pet? There's so much narrative potential there and I'm really glad to see another person exploring it. I want to see more of Josh's perspective! 2) So what if you were? Even if you STARTED with the exact same plot, the reluctant pet and the imperfect Keeper, there are SO MANY different storylines to explore. Even with the exact same dynamic between the main characters, they're not the same people, and the story will inevitably flow differently. I'd love to see someone start out exactly the same way, even down to the same opening cookie jar scene, and see how the story unfolds differently with different personalities. I'm enjoying this story, thank you for sharing. The one area I see easy room for improvement on is proofing - when you paste your story in the editor on DD, take a moment to re-read it, make sure your character name spellings are consistent and that your dialogue attributions are to the correct characters. Narratively, your story is a lot of fun, mechanically there are a couple of small things to improve that would make a big difference for smallish effort!
  9. omgggggg a new Keeperverse story!! This makes me SO HAPPY, you have no idea. Pudding pinged me to let me know about this one - I'm still catching up, I just finished reading Part 6 but I saw you're going to poof after finishing the story, so I HAD to comment now! I'm super enjoying this, thank you for coming and playing in the Keeperverse playground! I'm loving this story so far ❤️❤️
  10. Hello, I hope I'm not being rude by messaging you. I just wanted to say hello and tell you how much I enjoyed your stories. I didn't want to necro bump the threads since I know you're not currently writing ABDL and had some other things going on in your private life and didn't want to open that box in public like that. Sorry if this was out of line.

  11. I'm at bby-kimmy.tumblr.com but it's pretty dead at the moment. I've had a rough couple of weeks, I haven't been posting to Twitter or Tumblr at all for the past couple of months. Easiest way to find my short stories is through the archive page: bby-kimmy.tumblr.com/archive
  12. If I ever pick back up with writing ABDL fiction, this will be the first stop. I haven't been writing for ages. I put some short stories up on my Tumblr, but even ABDL itself has had less of a place in my life. It slowly turned into more of a DD/lg thing for me, my short stories have been in that vein. My creative energies have instead gone toward my 3D printing and modeling hobby... and I play a lot more video games now. I was thinking about this recently - once upon a time, writing was my only outlet for my Little feelings. The stories I wrote were my own explorations into my own thoughts and feelings - things I often didn't understand myself until the words were written. I got out of an abusive relationship back in 2018, fled the state, cut ties with almost everyone in my life. I now live with Sophie and Pudding, I can be Little any time I want, those feelings are both understood and relatively easy to engage with. Sometimes when I'm having a very tough time, I'll just put on a Little outfit and put a paci in my mouth and not talk while I hang out with people, it's very therapeutic. In some ways, my life is better than it's ever been. In other ways, it's never been worse and it's a heartbreaking tragedy. I have a long distance partner in Lizzy, I have a Daddy here locally that I see pretty often. There is lots of love in my life, many games, room for Little time... but I don't really feel the need to express myself in writing lately. So, I'm okay! And I'm a frequent guest on The Usual Bet Podcast if you're ever wondering how I'm doing! We are releasing a new The Changing Tabletop as well, where I host a game of Microscope exploring an ABDL world! Thank you for your love and concern. I too would love to see a new chapter in this story.
  13. Awwwww I'm someone's favorite character!!! Thank you so much for looking up my story and I hope you enjoy it!
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