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So "warmth" and "cold" here are a result of psychological/hypnotic conditioning. Her body is not physically cold, but she feels cold because she's "disobeying", she's been conditioned to associate warmth with good and cold with bad, and Lana has set a hypnotic trigger to make her feel cold/bad when she's supposed to be confined to the living room. This cold doesn't have anything to do with her elevated body heat. But - yes, Pets in cool weather (not cold, not snow) are just fine being nearly nude. This is purely fantasy justification my part because I want a society where in 50 degree weather, a Petgirl in a croptop and diaper is TOTALLY NORMAL. This WHOLE story is because I think extreme domination being "normal" is very H-A-W-T. The Bond is not psychic or mystical, Lana has no idea that Kara is upset - she does feel a little upset and longing that her pet didn't answer the phone, but for all she knows Kara is asleep.

<3 I fell in love with Eleni instantly. Exploring her addition to what was basically the stable household is going to be SO FUN. I agreeeeeee <3 I already know a little of what's going to happen, but I'm writing this very differently from my usual stuff. You're getting it basically as soon as I write it. It's going to be a very not-Kimmy-like release schedule. You better! I am so happy that you are enjoying it to the extent that you want to do this analysis <3 Yeah, everyone screwed up. Everyone should have known that scent was going to be a thing, but Kara is very unPetlike in a lot of ways, she's still resisting even after years of living with them... and Lana, in her defense, Celia just WALKED IN as she was leaving for work. So she did the best she could and didn't think Kara was going to go ballistic like that. I wonder how she'll react when she gets home... Also, 4 comments and ZERO likes on this one!? C'mon guys, you're killing me!

Part 4 Her name was Eleni and I hated her. She was precious and perfect and cute and she was in my cage. Celia was in Lana's chair, petting her through the attention hole in my cage and I was tied to the coffee table, watching. She was pale as spilled milk, freckles all over her body, dashed across her face, down her neck, across her shoulders. Fiery red hair spilled in thin waves around her face and shoulders... her lips were so full and red and beautiful. I hated her. So. Much. And she was getting her scent everywhere. All over my stuff. I couldn't leave the living room and I couldn't even LOOK anywhere in the damned apartment without smelling her - vanilla and strawberries and her own musk - and she'd only been here for FOUR HOURS. Celia had given her the tour and she had RUBBED HER BODY on doorways and furniture as she went. I wanted to throttle her. She preened as Celia stroked her infuriatingly beautiful hair. Neither of them even looked at me fuming at them, they were as lost in each others' eyes as they had been the moment they walked in the door. Lana had been on her way out, off to work. She set my trigger so I couldn't leave the living room just as Celia walked in. With Eleni. Crawling next to her. I hadn't seen Eleni stand up the entire time they had been here. She had kneepads on, and they looked scraped. She had been crawling on pavement. And her mittens were nicer than mine. I stared down at my mittens - hers were soft, fur-covered... where mine were plain leather. Celia had tied me to the coffee table so Eleni could wander free... well, leashed. It was probably a good thing or I would have kicked her ass. "I'm going to go lay down for a bit, but I won't get any rest if you come with me," Celia teased her Pet, tapping the girl on the nose. She looked at me and smiled dreamily, oblivious to my fury, "You two be nice to each other now, okay?" "I miss you already, mistress!" Eleni called sweetly as Celia wandered off for her room, leaving the two of us alone. Oh, how I hated her. I stood and walked to the chair, glaring down at her... I couldn't reach, the leash was at its limits, and I had to stretch painfully to bat the remote onto the floor so I could pick it up. My chopstick was on the coffee table, which was weighted down so I couldn't lift it, but I had what I needed and My Best Friend's Keeper would be on soon. "I'm Eleni," she said cheerfully. "I know," I responded dryly, without turning her way. "I want to be friends," she declared. She was so fucking chipper it was infuriating. "That makes one of us," I growled. "What's your name?" she asked, undaunted by my subtle rebukes. Celia had gotten herself a moron. "My name," I turned on her, glaring, "is Alpha. Do you get me? You're lucky I can't get to you right now. You're in my cage next to my Keeper's chair, in my apartment." "They moved into your apartment?" she asked, a little surprised. That sort of thing did happen, but it was kind of taboo. It was cruel to make a Pet live in what had been her Unbound space, it was much kinder to make a clean break from her free life. "No!" I huffed, exasperated. "But I've been living here longer than you, so it's much more mine than yours." "I don't- " "Look," I cut her off sharply, scowling. "I just want to watch my show and pretend you don't exist, okay? Lana will be home soon and she'll kick you out of my cage and everything can go back to normal. Now shut up, My Best Friend's Keeper is about to start and... " "And Raquel is going to get caught!" she squeaked. She actually squeaked. I could hear the exclamation point at the end of her words, it was a tiny, adorable, disgustingly cute squeak. "But Vivienne doesn't know that Florence left the window in the music room open four episodes ago - they spent two on Florence and Giselle to keep us hanging - and even though the pet door is one-way, Raquel- " "Can still get out through the window, even with her mittens on!" I stared, dumbfounded at Eleni. "Wait, you like My Best Friend's Keeper?" "I love My Best Friend's Keeper, this season is almost as good as season 2, when Raquel first bonded to Nola, the whole reveal that- " "Wait, you... how long have you been watching?" I interrupted her again, gaping. I had only gotten involved with the show since I started living with Lana, since I lacked much else to do during the day. "Since the first episode! I never miss My Best Friend's Keeper, even when my mistress was conditioning me, she gave me breaks to watch the show. I would have been so sad if Raquel got caught and I missed it... My Best Friend's Keeper is even better than The Pet Diaries and I LOVE that show!" "Oh I hate that one," I blanched. "The dresses are horrid! I would overheat and die in one of those Victorian froofy, overwrought... wait. You've been watching Pet dramas for years? But... you just bonded. Like... " "Two days ago," Eleni's smile was a thousand watt flashlight, it was so bright it hurt to look at. "We met at the hair salon. Mistress was my next client and... well, we bonded. She took me out of the shop, to her parents' place for conditioning, and now I'm a Pet!" I was flabbergasted at how happy she was at the declaration. She had just lost everything she had ever worked for, and she was bonded to Celia of all people, she should be devastated! "You seem... really happy?" "Oh I am," she grinned. "I knew at age twelve that I wanted to be a Pet more than anything. Pets are just so... cute. Sweet. All they have to do is please their owner and everything is taken care of for them... for us. We only have to do one thing really well, make the person who loves us happy. I've never felt this good in my whole life, it's even better than I imagined! And mistress is amaz... shhh. It's starting!" I turned to watch the show. It was hard to focus, however, as I pondered Eleni's words. I had always wanted to be a Keeper. She had always wanted to be a Pet. She was... happy. Really happy. I still hated her for marking my stuff, for sitting in my cage and hogging my space... but I think I hated her a little less than I did before. And she was right. Raquel made it to the music room window and climbed out without being caught. I had forgotten all about the fact that Florence had even opened it... I stole at glance at Eleni, she was absorbing every moment of the show. Every facial expression, every nuanced word. She loved the life of Pets. "That was amazing!" she laughed, rolling onto her back in my cage, pressing her mittened hands to the bars on either side of her. "And watching it from a cage is way, way better than sitting on the couch! You can feel the tension! I mean, it was always entertaining before but now that I've felt some of the feelings a Pet experiences... " Once again, Eleni was interrupted, but not by me. My phone, on the other side of Lana's chair, had begun to ring. I scrambled for it but in my haste, I had forgotten about the leash and crashed to the floor as I found the end of the tether suddenly and unexpectedly. "Are you okay!?" Eleni cried as I tried to crawl to the phone. But I couldn't reach. It was just out of my grasp. "No!" I whined, wrapping the leash around one wrist and pulling as hard as I could. The table made an awful scraping sound against the floor as I managed the strength to move the heavy thing. But I had gained less than an inch. I tugged again and again, each pull rewarding me with the sound of nails on a chalkboard and another fraction of an inch. I had pulled the table three inches by the time the phone quit. I collapsed in a heap at the foot of Lana's chair. "Nooo.... Lana! I want Lana!" "Alpha?" Eleni called softly, "Are you okay? Lana's your Keeper, right? Awww... you missed her call." "I missed her call because of you," I spat, pulling myself up. "This is your fault. If you weren't here, I wouldn't be tied to the stupid table. If you weren't here, everything would be normal and I would have gotten to talk to Lana. I hate you! I hate you SO MUCH!" Eleni burst into tears as I towered over the cage, glaring down at her. My mittened fists were at my sides and I was positively shaking with rage. "Bad girl!" Celia shouted from the doorway, looking groggy. "Bad Kara! Bad!" Eleni cried harder in the cage, flinching and writing every time Celia said 'bad'. "Fuck you Celia!" I screamed. "Get her out of my cage! It's mine! It's mine! She made me miss Lana's call! I hate her!" Celia's slap against my face turned my head and I saw stars. I staggered back a step, stunned that she had actually hit me. I could feel the outline of her palm on my cheek, the blow left me with an instant headache from the sheer force. "You hit me... " I gasped. "You... you're a Pet abuser!" "The fuck I am," Celia snarled. "Look at Eleni, look at my sweet girl!" Eleni was curled into a ball, a sobbing wreck under my fury. "She's new, Kara. She's sensitive! You probably don't even remember your first few days, you were a fragile wreck and we all coddled you. Marcie took two days off and held you in her lap while Lana was at work. I spoonfed you when you were too sick from crying to eat." She grabbed my leash, unclipping me from the coffee table. "Look what you did to the floor! Ugh! We're going to lose our deposit over this, Kara! You are SUCH a bad girl! Lana is going to be FURIOUS with you." That's what did it. I crumpled under those words, my face still stinging. Lana was going to be so mad. I had hurt her best friend's pet. I had scratched up the floor. I had yelled and screamed... I was a bad girl. "I'm sorry," I whimpered. My heart cracked in two and I began to sob. "I'm sorry... " "You're going to be sorry," Celia snarled, dragging me roughly out of the living room. It felt cold outside of there, I could feel Lana's disapproval as I violated the bounds of the living room against my will. Celia dragged me to the bathroom and shut the door, locking it from the outside. "You just wait until Lana gets home." "Wait," I pleaded, scratching at the door. It was so cold... it was so cold outside the living room. "Please, I'm sorry! Please, I need to go back to the living room! I need to! Celia wait!" I heard the sound of her walking away, of the cage opening, of Eleni's bells ringing as Celia led the crying Pet back to her room to comfort her. I scratched my mittened paws helplessly against the door, rattling the knob and begging until my throat hurt. Everything was awful. And it was all Eleni's fault.

Yay! I love the idea of Sam going out of her way to avoid "keeper-types" and running into one on the field! That was a lot of fun! I am so glad that people are getting excited about the Keeperverse I love that it's a more sex-positive version of the Dimension, almost. I'm loving it <3

I think we've crossed the line from smut to porn, Trip.

Your opinion is the majority opinion, I'm sure - I hope that the way I've chosen to go ends up to be satisfying Great question... which will be answered as the story continues The soap opera was supposed to be this stupid little thing, @Pudding came up with the name of the show for me and I just ran with it, inventing some ridiculous soap opera plot... now we've got a sideplot within the plot Will Raquel and Florence get together? Who knows! Yeah, @KWOceans was too, she's kinda mad at me that Celia GOT a Pet rather than BECOMING a Pet. But I think that was too obvious and this will be more narratively fulfilling. I'm so glad to hear it! I figured this might be a little too hardcore for some people, it's a step removed from my usual stuff. I love Celia's Pet... so just think about all the characters that I love

I enjoyed this! I love how they're both one of the lucky ones! I love title callbacks <3 And this is the first ever publicly shared fanfic/universe extension of any of my stories! YAY! Thank you! I hope other people play in this universe too.

Okay. I've said this over and over: if you're looking for x-rated porn type stories with descriptions of sex acts, my writing is probably not for you. I write love stories about acceptance and kindness, not hardcore porn. Throw that out the window. Kimmy stories are all about breaking rules. Enjoy. Part 3 It was a work day, and it was one of those rare occasions where all three of them were at work at the same time. I sat on the floor next to my cage, watching television and very glad Lana had decided not to lock me away. I had the mittens on and a chopstick I could use to poke buttons on the remote... and a dish of dry cereal-type food. Part of me wished I didn't know so much about Petcare, I knew exactly what the food was, exactly what was in it, and exactly what it would do to my body. It was a high-protein, high-fiber food with a complex multivitamin. And I knew it was making my blonde hair shinier, easier to style. I just hoped I didn't have to crap before Lana got home, I didn't want Celia to change me. She always mocked me. Celia would certainly get home first, and would supervise me cooking - that was a new thing, she'd hang out in the kitchen while I prepped food and if I had problems reaching things, or cut myself, or missed Lana too hard... she would pet my hair. I would close my eyes and sit at her feet and she would pet my hair while I pretended she was Lana... even though the two of them smelled nothing alike. I was starting to not hate her quite so much. The past week or two - since the bath - she had actually started to be nice for the most part, had started to empathize with the fact that I didn't want to be a Pet. I had lost everything - my apartment, my car, my computer, my yarnball collection and my knitting supplies, my stuff, my life... and now all I had was this. A cage in the living room, a food dish on the floor, and daytime TV. I picked up the sippy cup with both hands and took a swallow as I rose, waddling to the doorway that led to the bedrooms. I stood at that doorway, that invisible barrier, and inched forward. "NO!" I heard Lana's voice in my brain and winced. I knew the techniques she had used to lay this conditioning, it was in What to Expect From Your Pet's First Year, Volume Two. She had planted a trigger phrase, "It's warm in the living room, stay warm." She said it most days before she went to work... if I was awake. It didn't matter that I knew all of her tricks backwards and forwards, that I had been ready to perform them on some other Pet... I was helpless to resist, I belonged to her in every way and couldn't keep her out of my head no matter how hard I tried. And honestly, days with the trigger active were better than days without. If I was asleep when she left, I'd wake up in the cage and have to sit there all day. Marcie usually made sure I could reach the remote, however. I liked Marcie. I closed my eyes and turned around backwards, setting the sippy cup down and covering my ears... I held my breath and jumped backwards... and it worked! I was in the hallway! Whooping my triumph, I started for the bedroom - the vibrator was in the bedroom - but only got two steps before the crushing guilt crashed into me. Lana would be so disappointed with me. She would be so sad. I couldn't take it. My world collapsed as I thought about my actions causing her pain and I whimpered, crawling back into the living room. I didn't even remember sinking to the floor, but things started to feel better once I was next to my cage. Just for the extra comfort, I crawled inside, glad they had left the door open. I took a deep, cleansing breath as the Pet harness commercial ended - I had seen that one a thousand times. Thankfully Lana wasn't a fan of the harness, though it wasn't for the best reasons. She didn't like them because they squished my breasts and she liked to look at them. My show came back, Raquel was sneaking through the Pet door of her best friend's home - a palatial estate compared to the tiny apartment I lived in... and Lana had upgraded after selling my car. I knew that Florence wasn't home, she was out at her obedience lesson with Giselle, the extremely attractive trainer who was using sexual stimulation to condition Florence. I wished Lana favored that kind of conditioning, but my rotten luck landed me with a Keeper with the same damned philosophy I had when I was Petseeking. Condition them thoroughly, harshly, and quickly - lay a solid foundation and build from there. I sighed. The feelings of animalistic desire were easily the best part of being a Pet, if she had been a trainer like Giselle... I'd spend all my time in that blissfully horny state. It probably wasn't the best thing to wish for. It was ridiculous, but I was thoroughly engrossed in these fictional lives and wanted Raquel and Florence to get together - they had been lovers before their transformation and had ended up Pets to next door neighbors... who hated each other. Raquel was about to get caught by Vivienne, who would punish her severely and only add more fuel to the fire of the neighborly feud. I looked at the clock, lifting my food dish to my lips and taking a mouthful of the savory cereal... the show was almost over, which meant they'd cliffhanger at Raquel getting caught, of course, and pick back up tomorrow with the punishment and drama. But it also meant that the Pet phone, the big one with only one button that I could work with the mittens on, would be ringing soon. Lana's afternoon break. Sure enough, just as the end credits of My Best Friend's Keeper rolled, the phone rang and I crawled to it - it was on the other side of Lana's chair. "Hello," I greeted as I pushed the button. "How's my good girl today?" Lana's voice asked me, turning my knees to butter. I didn't bother walking when she called, I'd end up collapsed on the floor anyway. Her simple praise filled me with a warmth and craving for more. "Good," I answered breathily. "I'm being good." "Did Raquel and Florence get some time together today?" she asked - she didn't care for the daytime dramas, she was a reality TV junkie, but she asked because I talked about it every day. "No," I pouted. "Florence is off with Giselle and Raquel is going to be caught by Vivienne and punished. It's not fair, Lana! They're in love!" "But Vivienne loves Florence," Lana teased me, "She doesn't want to share her Pet, even with another Pet. I don't think I could share you, my beautiful girl. You're all mine." I moaned a soft moan and laid on my side next to the phone, my body a comma around it. "Come home and fuck me," I panted, the heat rising in me. "Blow off work and come nail me to the wall, Lana." "Dirty girl," she chuckled, "Didn't you get enough last night?" I knew what she wanted me to say. So I said it. "I can never get enough of you, Lana. I want you, I need you. You own me." It had been hard to say the first time, she had to force each word out of me, but it was my mantra now. It had been true even before the first time I had uttered it, but her forcing me had freed me. By having no choice, she had made me face it. And I did want her. I did need her. She did own me. I wasn't the Keeper. I would never be a Keeper. But I could be the best fucking Pet ever. "How about," she began and I slid my hand down to the diaper, pressing my mittened hand against the soggy padding, rubbing as she talked. "How about we break out the feeldoe tonight and I really have my way with you." "Say it," I whined, rubbing faster. "Say it!" "I'm going to fuck you," she whispered. She shouldn't be talking that way at work and she knew it. I knew it. But I needed it and she needed it just as much. The words crawled down my ears and gripped my brain, bringing the fuzzy feeling of submission with it. "I'm going to take that diaper off of you and split you in two, you filthy girl. We're going to have to use the muzzle tonight, I'm going to make you scream so loud. You're going to have to crawl when I'm done with you, because you won't be able to walk." I could feel the orgasm rip through my body, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me, my moans long and low as she controlled me over the phone, just her voice, just her words, just her promise. I could feel her hands on me, I could feel the silicone of her toy pressing against my lips, I could feel her breath hot on my neck, her words in my brain. "Say it," she commanded. "Fuck me!" I bucked and moaned, rubbing harder, digging my padded paw into the diaper. "Fuck me Lana, I'm yours. I belong to you, I want you, I need you. I can't live without you! Come mark me, own me, make me yours. I need you." "Harder," she growled in my ear. "Faster." I moaned loudly, a long groan of passion and need as I crested again. Orgasms had never felt this good as an Unbound. Something had changed in me there too, it was like it touched every nerve in my entire body. I howled my ecstasy, writhing on the floor next to her chair. Until someone began pounding at the front door. "Gag your Pet!" the man shouted. "Some of us work nights, dammit!" I didn't process his words, I just heard anger but it couldn't touch me in my reverie. I wasn't home in that moment, I was a twisting mass of animal need on the floor of the apartment, squirming and panting next to the phone. "Aw, dammit," Lana sighed. My body reacted to her change in tone, I listened intently. "Good girl, Kara. You're a good girl. Such a good girl. Shhhh, quiet down. That's right. That's my girl." "No," I whimpered. "More... please, that was only two!" "Shhhh," she soothed as the man banged again and I became aware of the situation. "Shhh, good girl. You'll get attention tonight, I promise. Go apologize to Mr. Taylor. I love you, sweetie. Be a good girl for me." I sighed as she hung up and knelt at the door. "I'm sorry, Mr. Taylor," I called. "Damn right you should be, you horny bitch," he groused. "That's twice this month. Keep it down during the day!" "Yes sir," I did my best to sound sad and pitiful. It was very rare that someone actually wanted to make a Pet sad or hurt... we were well liked in society and a Pet abuser was universally shunned. "Just... go back to your shows, okay Kara?" "Yes sir," I whimpered, playing it up a bit until his footfalls receded. When he was gone, I crawled back to my cage, took a long drink from the sippy cup, and put a chew toy in my mouth, biting it as I worked my mittened hands over the diaper, trying to relive Lana words, her tone, her meaning, her promise. I was moaning again shortly, but it wasn't as strong, it wasn't the same. I wanted Lana, not just thoughts of her. I finished my food and watched more TV... but I began to grow worried when Celia didn't come home on time. It was time for me to start cooking dinner, but she wasn't back. Marcie made it home before she did. "She's not going to be here for a couple of days," she explained, stroking my hair as she crouched down. "So I guess I'll be supervising your cooking, okay? Can I do that?" "Of course," I smiled up at her. "You always look out for me, I appreciate you. Is... is Celia okay?" I hated to admit it, but I was actually worried about her. Things had gotten better lately, and I was surprised to admit it even to myself, but I missed her. The thought of her being hurt or in trouble didn't feel good... which was surprising in and of itself. "She's fine. She called me today at lunch. She got a Pet."

Not me. I'd never want to be a Keeper. All Pet erryday. I've actually started to slip into this headspace around the house as a result of writing this story... and I'm much more compliant in this owned-pet headspace than I am as my usual Little self. Little Kimmy is a defiant brat. "Sit down right now, young lady," Kachan would snap at me. Little Kimmy: "NO! I'm a princess and I don't have to!" Pet Kimmy: "Yes ma'am." *whimper* Big diff. Still fun I enjoyed the thing you did based off this! You went more babified than I did, this is more DL than AB for me, but I liked it! I like the idea of a bond-strengthening drug so strong that they bliss out like that. As someone who has been dominated by my mommy-type over the phone, I'll say this... it totally works remotely A Pet is conditioned to obey. The Keeper might not be there to enforce it, but the feelings you get from the sound of their voice is intense. Okay, so first off, I literally made up this entire setting Friday morning at 1 AM. So it's quite possible we'll discover holes or implausibilities. Pets are not human, they have undergone a physical change that makes them fragile, weaker, dependent, and a danger to themselves and others. Pet abuse is very, very frowned upon. The Bond is sacred and well understood (societally), a Pet abuser would get in a lot of trouble very quickly. The bond gives the Pet an overwhelming urge to obey and serve (and fornicate), while the Keeper gets an equally strong urge to protect and love (and fornicate). So abusing your own pet would be very emotionally painful for a Keeper. And abusing someone else's Pet would lead to a very, very upset Keeper. Conditioning is hypnosis and the like. Pets become very mentally pliable, especially in those first couple of days and very long lasting hypnotic triggers can be introduced. Common ones are for the pet's own protection - being unable to remove their diaper, being unable to remove their leash, being unable to leave their home unattended. Pets aren't as emotionally stable as humans, they need protecting. Phones? Computers? I won't say! Everything that the Pet owned now belongs to their Keeper - everything. I go into the psychology of this a little bit coming up. Family? Won't say! Feelings talk? Won't say this one either! This has changed from a one-shot into a longer story, dunno how long yet but I'm at 9500 words and there's more bubbling in my brain.

... this idea had not occurred to me. It may come up

I have a twin, you'll likely never get twincest from me I'd like to think that the bond can't happen between family members... but there's always going to be the exception that proves the rule, or pretenders... but I won't be writing that one. I also think the bond would be monogamous. Maybe people pet-swap, Pets are pretty insatiable, after all... but I don't think a Keeper can bond with a second Pet, and a Pet can't bond with a Keeper who already has a Pet... they're just not their person. I like the idea of returning to Vanilla with their knowledge... but I don't think the biological changes would reverse. So maybe they wouldn't have some of the crippling anxiety or need, but the body mass/height/density/temperature changes would persist. That could lead to a Keeper having two Pets, but only one would be bonded to them. Holy moly, that bonded Pet would be a jealous psycho though. Forming the bond over a video call could be a lot of fun! I like this one. Pretend swaps are also a great idea for a potential short story. Just keep in mind, that this is a Kimmy story, which means love is at the core of it! The Bond is love, deep, true love between two people that just happens to be extremely D/s in nature. The Keeper LOVES the Pet, the Pet LOVES the Keeper. I think Part 3 is starting to bubble in my brain, and I think it's from Lana's perspective. Part 4 is also percolating, but it's back to Kara's By all means! Please use the "keepers" or "kimmys keepers" tag to identify it like people do the Diaper Dimension stories and please mention me in the foreword. I'm also a sucker for cameos if anyone else wants to use the world A bratty blonde petgirl named Kimmy somewhere in the background would tickle me greatly.

Part 2 I woke slowly, groggily. I had been a caffeine addict before and mornings were often hard for me. Pets and caffeine did not mix, it made us jittery and irritable and it was generally known to be a bad combination - no Keeper caffeinated their Pet... but still, my body missed it. Everyone said a Pet should lose the need for the stuff after six months... I was on month four, I think. It was hard to tell sometimes. Without a job, the days kind of blended together. My sleep routine was a Pet's now too. I woke late, I needed a nap in the afternoon, and I couldn't fall to sleep until long past midnight. I was intimately familiar with Pet care, I had been actively on the hunt for my own before. I knew what Pets needed, how they behaved, how to control them and shape them and love them... but I had never expected to be on this side of the leash. Leash. I sat up in the bed, looking around. Lana was gone, she was almost always gone when I regained consciousness but normally I woke in the pet bed at the foot of her bed, not tangled in her sheets. She had ravaged me last night, her instinct as a Keeper mingling with mine as a Pet, the two of us joining in animalistic glory. She had gagged me - thankfully that was gone now - or my wild cries, my hungry howls, would have disturbed the entire building. It was actually a building regulation to gag a Pet during sex for that reason. Several apartments housed Unbound and they didn't want to listen to us fucking. I pulled on the leash - my mittens were off, at least. I was connected to one leg of her bed, punishment for sneaking cookies yet again. But I hadn't made myself sick this time! It wasn't fair! I shifted on the bed... and panic gripped my heart as I felt a wet spot with my bare thigh. I scrambled off the bed, untangling myself to reveal a large wet patch right in the middle of Lana's mattress. I had leaked. I had been so worked up when she had finished with me. She had diapered me again, but I had humped her leg for half an hour before she began working the vibrator against my padding. I had gushed my desire - five orgasms hadn't been enough to satisfy my instincts, she had given me three more in the diaper before I finally passed out. She hadn't changed me after that. She had left me in that juices-soaked diaper after I passed out... and as I had wet in my sleep, I leaked. I groaned, fumbling at the fastener on the leash, knowing full well that removing it was impossible. Pets were conditioned quickly to be unable to free themselves. They couldn't be trusted... we couldn't be trusted. It still hurt a little to think about all of my Petcare knowledge applying to me rather than the cute thing I had imagined for so long. Pets were driven by urges, instincts they couldn't control. If they... we were left alone, we'd only hurt ourselves and others. But I had to fix the sheets. The mattress would be fine - Lana was smart, she kept a protector on it at all times, but it was my responsibility to get the mess cleaned up. I whimpered as I fumbled with the tapes of the diaper, another thing I was helpless to remove even though it was just a stupid piece of tape. If I touched it, I couldn't grip it. My fingers wouldn't grab on, wouldn't lift the tape. Pets were highly susceptible to mental conditioning and once again... this one was for my own good. "Lana!" I called, grabbing the changing mat by reaching as far as I could, the leash straining at its full length. I knelt on it in case I peed any more - I had zero control now. "Lana! Help!" She wouldn't have gone far, she would have put me in the cage if she was going to leave me alone for a long time. She could lift me as though I were filled with fluff, all Keepers seemed to be able to do that with their Pets - even if the Pet was bigger. It was part of the transformation - my bones weren't the same now, I was more fragile. My muscles were less dense. I weighed a fraction of what I had before, even though I had only shrunken the smallest amount. I was not really human any more, I was a Pet. "You bad girl!" Celia's voice came from the doorway. "You are such a bad girl! Look at this!" Those words from Lana's lips would have been devastating. I would have collapsed in a heap on the floor and sobbed, begging forgiveness from the person who meant more to me than life itself. Celia, however, was just a bitch. "Fuck you, Celia," I snapped, glaring at her from my kneeling position. I looked like an idiot, I knew... I looked like a Pet. "I need Lana!" "Well," Celia smirked, brushing her sandy blonde hair from her freckled face as she leaned against the doorway. "Lana's out, Pet. She asked me to change your cute little diaper for you. Looks like I'm a bit late though. Such a shame Pets like you can't control yourselves." My face burned with embarrassment. She was right, I couldn't. But it wasn't supposed to be this way! The fantasy that got me through late nights after Lana had gone to bed was imagining that Celia was my Pet. Oh the things I would do to her... part of me wondered, if I had only met her first - before I met Lana - would it have gone the other way? Would I have bonded as a Keeper instead? She was three inches taller than me... it would have been a lot closer, but I lost a couple in the transformation. Celia was the cute nerdy girl with thick-rimmed glasses who had probably never asked someone out in her life, and yet here she was hassling me, and there wasn't much I could do about it. If Lana was out, she was my only hope. Leaking felt awful and made a mess I would have to clean up anyway. "I'm sorry," I forced out. "Can you please help me?" "Oh, I can," Celia gave a short, harsh laugh. "But you don't sound like you really want my help, Petgirl." "Celia, please!" I whined, giving the leash a helpless tug. "Please, I'm stuck. You know I... I can't undo the leash, I can't remove the diaper. Please, please just help me." "Help you with what?" she asked with faux innocence, batting her eyelashes at me behind those thick frames. "I believe you just used a dirty word at me, you filthy girl. Is that any way for a Pet to behave? I thought you were supposed to be subservient." "I am!" I huffed, "To Lana! She's my Keeper, I'm subservient to her. I didn't want to be a Pet... this isn't how I imagined my life! I was supposed to be a Keeper!" "Well you're not," she moved to Lana's desk chair, a spot I spent many hours next to while Lana stroked my hair. She would work or play a game and I would sit next to her, either reading or enjoying her company, her touch... or fuzzed out of my mind. It was so disturbingly easy for her to rob me of coherent thought. "And it's time you realized it. Say it. Tell me you're just a Pet and that you need an adult to help you." Her words burned like acid in my ears. My cheeks flared and I looked down, staring at the swollen and discolored diaper. Just then, I felt my bladder release, warm urine flowing out of me, too much for the sodden padding to absorb and I shifted, grimacing, as it trickled out of the legband of the diaper and down my leg. "Please change me," I begged as my body betrayed me. "I'm just a Pet. I need an... " It hurt to say it. "I need an adult to take care of me. Please, Celia! Please, I'm leaking... " "One more time, Kara. Who's the Pet and who's the adult?" "I'm a Pet," I said, dejected, defeated. I sagged in my kneeling position, the urine pooling underneath me on the changing mat. I felt tears stinging my eyes but I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of crying. "I'm a Pet and you're the adult. Please help me." Celia grabbed a towel and wiped down my legs, wiped down the changing mat before yanking the tapes on the diaper. The sodden thing dropped onto the mat with a dull thud and she slid it from underneath me, balling it up and throwing it in the pail. She stripped my shirt off me next, pulling it over my head and down the leash, not freeing it fully until she released said leash from the leg of the bed. A simple, stupid clip she could work with one hand - which was infuriating. And then she was pulling me to my feet. Naked. By the leash. "Wait," I protested. "What are you doing? I'm naked! I need... " I didn't want to say it. I didn't want to tell her that I needed a diaper. It was true, I did... but I didn't want to say it. "You need a bath," Celia announced, tugging on the leash. She was stronger than me, I stumbled forward as she led, but I wasn't ready to go. My fingers caught the door frame. "Wait!" I pleaded. "Lana bathes me! I want Lana!" I really did, my Pet instincts were going into overdrive. I felt the overwhelming need for my Keeper, the person who would keep me safe, the person who loved me. I felt unsafe with Celia, not because I thought she would harm me, but because I was naked and vulnerable and only Lana was supposed to see me this way, only my Keeper, only my owner. "You smell," she said, slapping my hand. It hurt and I winced, letting go and finding myself dragged down the hall toward the bathroom, the bell on my collar jingling my shame. Marcie was there in the living room watching TV as I was paraded past her. I felt the heat on my face as little Marcie - certainly destined to be a Pet at her height of 5'1", her slight frame, and her timid demeanor - smiled at my humiliation. I liked Marcie. She was nice to me. She still treated me like a person. Not like Celia, who only saw me as an animal. She was kind enough not to say anything. Celia didn't bother closing the bathroom door as she dragged me in, sitting me down on the closed lid of the toilet. That simple act was deeply humiliating as well. I only sat on a toilet when it was closed now, my body had no interest in obeying me in regards to things like potty training. She ran the water and had me in it quickly. It didn't matter how hot anyone made the bathwater, it always felt too cold against my skin. They tried, at least. Anxiety rose in my chest as she removed my collar. I needed it. I wanted it. It was the promise that Lana would never leave me. She had taken me to the Pet store that first day, right after I was registered, and bought the first diapers and that collar. The deep green one. The bell had come later, when she realized that I had a very, very quiet step around the apartment, after I had hidden and plugged my ears so I couldn't hear her commands one too many times. She was just so irresistible. One word from her lips, one command and I obeyed. And I hated myself for it. I hated how much I wanted her, how much I needed her. And at this very moment, I hated how much I wanted that collar. My collar. Celia wasn't supposed to take it off of me, and I felt lost without it. I shrunk in on myself slightly as I curled my arms around my body, trying to fight off the anxiety with techniques from my adult life, my before-life. "Shh," she soothed, lathering up a washcloth and washing my body. I never bathed myself anymore, I couldn't be trusted alone in the water. That had been a very scary mistake the first time. Lana had stripped me and removed the collar, let me run my own water, let me bathe myself... and I had almost drowned. I had been obsessed with getting the water warmer, getting comfortable, and the tub had been so full when the anxiety hit me... Marcie had given me mouth-to-mouth while Lana was collapsed on the floor next to me, sobbing like a baby, useless. I had slipped under the water in my panic and it was only Celia's curiosity that had saved me. The bitch wanted to look in on the bathing Pet, on her new, unwilling roommate. And she had inadvertently saved my life. I liked Marcie a lot, I called her my real savior even though Celia was technically responsible for alerting everyone, for saving me. She had been awful to me far more often than she had been helpful. She stroked my back and stroked my hair and hummed that soft song that Lana was always singing under her breath - I had never been one for music, so I couldn't place it but it was always the same tune. Hearing it from Celia felt wrong, but still comforting somehow. The anxiety was nearly overwhelming though, especially as she began washing my hair. The water cascading down my head, into my face made me cry out. "I want Lana! I want my Keeper!" "I'm here, sweet Pet," Lana called from the doorway. "I see you're being a good girl for Celia, aren't you?" And just like that, all was right with the world. I turned to see her in a black band t-shirt and a pair of loose jeans, a plastic bag in one hand and standing in the doorway, smiling down at me. I felt her love wash over me, rinsing away the anxiety, just more shampoo down the drain. I let out a deep breath, relaxing as Celia finished rinsing me off. "Do you mind if I take over?" Lana asked. "Of course not," Celia shrugged, trading places with her taller friend. "She's your Pet, after all. She leaked on your bed - I just thought I'd help clean her up." "Thanks," Lana handed her friend the bag as they swapped, sitting down on the toilet. She was larger than life as she stared at me. Those soft brown eyes that I knew every single fleck of, the eyes that I saw in my dreams. "How's my good girl?" she asked, reaching back and sliding her hand behind my head, gripping my neck and tilting my chin up. She squeezed ever so gently, reminding me how thoroughly I was hers. "How's my sweet Pet? All nice and clean now... " her voice was a rolling purr, her words enveloping me with their warmth. "You're such a good girl. You belong to me, you're mine. You'll always be mine, forever and ever. My precious, diapered Petgirl. My property, my love, my... " My brain stopped working at that point, the world buzzed as she spoke and everything went a little hazy. When I came to, I was dressed again, diapered again, and in my cage again... I blinked as I looked around. "I think she's back," Celia chuckled. "She's so cute when she gets like that. I hope my Pet loves me so much that they fuzz out like that from just me talking." I grimaced, but the sour taste of Celia's words were overwhelmed by the sweet, crunchy biscuit that Lana slipped between my lips, her hand entering the cage through the hole in the top. I took it without thinking, still resting on my hands and knees as I crunched the crispy treat. She stroked my freshly washed hair. "I have to fix the bed," I said quietly. "I made a mess... " "It's hardly your fault," Lana smiled down at me from her chair. "You can't control yourself. You're just a Pet, after all." Just a Pet. That's all I was now... just a Pet. Part of me still wanted to protest and complain, to declare my independence and fight those instincts... but Lana's hand in my hair felt too good, her fingers brushing my cheek ever so slightly felt so fulfilling. I couldn't resist her. So I didn't.

... it's gonna happen. I have to work on something with Kachan first, but this is gonna happen. I'm falling in lust with this world. You have no idea. This whole thing - which was intended to be a single, stand-alone short story - started because @Pudding talked about a dream where she took a diapered petgirl to a store to pick out her own cage and it was just so normal. It ignites my imagination and then I paw all over my mommy-type.

Honestly, me either! I had the seed of an idea for how a new chapter would start and the discussion here has given me more ideas on what the plot of a longer story could be. If I don't finish Sightlines though, my mommy-type will cry. That's our story together, and I already put it aside once for "Barbara Davis" Infinite amounts of trouble. "Hey new girl, go distract Lana. I'll get us cookies and we'll share. If Celia comes, I'll handle her." So much potential. Thanks! I really feel the same, there's a lot of narrative potential in this, especially since Kara always saw herself as the dominant. I love the idea of the Keepers being more glamorous - like it's not shameful to be a Pet, it just is, but being a Keeper is desired. I imagine that not everyone gets these pairs and there are some people who are afraid to interact too much with others to avoid pairing, just in case... like, what was Kara's office like when she didn't show up for work. "Kara bonded, she's not coming in." "Oh, does she have a Pet?" "No, she is a Pet. She's not coming back." HOTTTTTTT. The casual nature of the extreme dominance is supahot. #corrupting ? I actually thought of changing the name of the story to "Owned at First Sight" and it's more of the DL side of AB/DL - no babies here. A diapered pet and a lot of dominance. That's hot to me. And I'm 100% okay with someone using the seed of the world I started here. I may write some more myself, I had a glimpse of Kara waking up the next morning, leashed to the bed with her kitten mittens still on. Hot. YES! Me too! Like, "I don't want this but it feels SO GOOD." You can see how quickly she submits to Lana, how desperately she wants it. How she wants Lana's touch, her attention... but she never wanted to be a Pet and she resents Celia for teasing her about it. She accepts her role with Lana but fights it with everyone else. Oh hell, now I want to write a scene with Celia and Kara while Lana is out.

Oooooo... that does sound like fun The rest, exploring the question of a Keeperless pet, is an interesting enough question that it could probably power an entire story... but the other is more fun Kara isn't beholden to Celia and the new pet wouldn't be in Lana's thrall... that has a lot of narrative potential.

Not all of my stories are going to be for everyone, I write these vignettes, these little glimpses into stories-that-could-be for me I have a lot of domination fantasies, and it's okay if you prefer my sweeter, gentler works. Aww, thanks <3 You don't have to, but I'd be really curious to see Lana's perspective - I can write the dominant perspective (see: Breaking the Girl) but I'm much more at home with the submissive perspective. You can always come back and like it later I honestly have no idea how things would turn out for Celia, it could be delicious either way. Yes, I set it up to be fun to watch her downfall, but the fact of the matter is that in this universe, Kara is literally property. She belonged to Lana the very moment they locked eyes in the grocery store, in the eyes of the law. A Pet uncared for is a danger to themselves and others... thankfully there's a biological imperative to take care of your Pet as a Keeper. One of my big hot buttons is fantasy worlds where this kind of intense domination is incredibly casual. In this world, nobody would bat an eye at Lana taking Kara out for a walk on a leash in nothing but that crop top and diaper - she has a different body temperature, she can't control herself, she needs to be controlled... and that kind of normalcy is hot to me. If she does, she does. If she doesn't, she doesn't. Either way, I had fun writing this one I do know that she's busy working on a solo story... Good question - it's possible. Like what happens if a Keeper dies? Can they bond to another Keeper? While it would be amusing to see Celia taken down, it could be really intense if she got exactly what she wanted - and she's watched Lana learn, so she knows how to treat a Pet

Chapter Fifteen Aurora shifted uncomfortably in the human-sized chair. In her opinion, the creatures should have converted all of their furniture by this point, and she hated having to duck to walk through their tiny doors. The Witches had been in control long enough that their buildings should have been modified by now. It would be vastly preferable for them to tolerate furniture that was too large than for her to have to suffer through walking through a world that was too small. The Witches should have been more hands-on long ago, rather than ramping it up in just the last fifty years or so. "This is officer Sasha MacCabe interviewing, Thursday, August 12th, year 412," she smiled what Aurora assumed was intended to be a friendly smile with her disgusting flat plant-chewing teeth and nodded. "Please, Your Reverence, state your name for the record?" Aurora blinked in surprise that the creature had gotten her honorific correct without being told. Perhaps she wasn't completely stupid after all. "I am Lieutenant Aurora Gennova of the Winchester Coven, third degree White Witch," she answered, obliging the human in response to her proper manners. "Last night, Your Reverence, the home of the Winchester coven - traditionally referred to as the Ivory Tower - was destroyed. Is that true?" "It is," Aurora agreed. "The destruction was determined to be magical in nature - what, exactly, blew up the Ivory Tower?" The human's tone was still deferential, but the questions were becoming more difficult. She could end the interview at any time, but it would be easier to get what she wanted if she played along. "I am not aware of any spell that could cause the destruction that was wrought upon my sisters," Aurora emphasized the word, making sure to let the human know she was treading on dangerous ground. "The Ivory Tower was invaded and heinously attacked by an unknown assailant," she couldn't tell the human that the assailant was a non-Witch - it didn't matter if the red-haired woman was human or Witch-blooded, to admit that a lower creature had destroyed the second most powerful coven would give them false hope... and no one wanted the filthy Resistance to be emboldened. Apex was behind this somehow, she was sure of it. "What can you tell me about this assailant, Your Reverence?" the human asked, fixating on the one thing Aurora didn't want to discuss. "I am not going to answer that question," Aurora sniffed. "It is Witch business." Sasha went down the traditional list of questions first, despite the Witch’s obvious disdain for the whole of humanity - this initial interview had to be as by-the-book and airtight as she could possibly manage. She could leave no future wiggle room for anyone involved and the line of procedure had to be unbroken and smooth. Sasha doubted that whoever had the balls to blow up the damn Ivory Tower would still be sticking around to get collared, but criminals sometimes flubbed. The stupider ones did, at least. After about the tenth question, the Witch was growing noticeably agitated and by the fifteenth, she was actively irritated. By the thirtieth, Sasha was supremely glad that the cameras were rolling, for otherwise Aurora might just reach across the table, grab her by the neck, and pop her head like a zit. The consequences of killing her on film would be inconvenient, at least. The whole interview took over four hours - it was nearing noon by time Sasha was able to shove her head out the door and call for an assist. When the intern - a doe-eyed thing from the local high school - brought the last three months’ missing persons reports, Sasha was exhausted and hoping that Tristan had thought to grab her a burger on the way in. The whole room stank of ozone and Witch temper - the hairs on her arms felt permanently risen from the pressure changes the Witch wrought with her shifting moods - and all Sasha wanted was to escort Aurora out. Maybe she'd stalled enough for whoever was waiting to have bailed? A girl could only dream. "Would you like us to put a team on you?" Sasha offered as Aurora eagerly snatched up the file of pictures and began flipping through them rapidly. "For protection? Surely if someone were trying to harm your-" "No," the Witch said absently, "I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself, I don't need your pathetic human excuses for- OH!" She slapped the folder down. "This is her. She's been altered into a Familiar, so she looks slightly different now, but this is her! I'm positive!" Sasha leaned over to see the poster for an okay-looking blonde woman. FAYE ELIZABETH HERALD 22 Years Old Last Seen: Darran's Old-Fashioned Diner IF YOU HAVE ANY INFORMATION ABOUT THIS WOMAN, PLEASE CONTACT 732-555-3131. "Faye," Sasha said in a musing voice. She checked the dates, the girl had been missing eight weeks at this point, nearly nine. "And you're certain this is the Familiar?" "Positive," gritted out Aurora just as there was a tap on the interview room door and Tristan poked his head in. "I'd recognize that face anywhere!" "Lunch," Tristan said. "I picked up extra for our guest." "Human food?" Aurora asked with distaste, staring at the unmarked brown paper bag. She watched, barely hiding her disgust as the Sasha unwrapped her burger and took a giant bite. Tristan slid a wrapped container across the table before unwrapping his own. With a sigh, the Witch opened the package - she looked hungry, every human knew how to tell a hungry Witch from a contented one, their lips thinned out and their claws extended slightly, and their pupils took on a faint red tint. Angering any Witch was foolish, angering a hungry one was suicidal. Sasha couldn't see Aurora's claws beneath the gloves, but her eyes were tell enough. Why is she wearing the gloves? Sasha wondered. The Winchesters would kick her out if she were Marked. Sasha flashed three fingers and then clenched her fist twice in a way that Tristan would catch it out of the corner of his eye... he did, good. "I hope it will be to your liking, Your Reverence," he said smoothly. Perfect. The ex-Winchester opened her food and revealed the medium-rare half-pound burger patty wrapped entirely in bacon. The Witch was so surprised, apparently pleased, and hungry... that she slipped off her gloves and grabbed the food, taking a big bite with her terrifying, sharp teeth. Sasha looked away quickly, averting her eyes from the Deathmark crawling up the Witch's right hand... That's not good, she thought, her heart pounding. Shit, what do I do? Any Witch with a Deathmark outside of the Thanatos was bad news. They were unhinged, dangerous. "So why is a Winchester interested in a Familiar?" Tristan asked boldly, not looking up from his food. "I thought your sisters hated pets." "Hate is a strong word," Aurora replied, a look of contentment on her face. I guess the way to a Witch's heart is through her stomach too, Sasha mused, wishing more than anything that Aurora would slip her gloves back on. "Some of us are quite fond of Familiars. If you've ever spent time around one, ever cared for one... you'd understand." Finally, finally the Witch realized what she'd done and slipped the expensive leather gloves back on. The detective tried desperately not to sigh her relief as the Witch's eyes bored into her. Sasha stared at her burger, as though it were the most fascinating thing in the world. I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything. "You sound," Tristan said as he finished a bite, looking up and meeting the Witch's eyes, "like you know from experience." Shit Tristan, Sasha winced, clenching the fingers of her left hand rapidly, trying to signal Tristan to drop this line of conversation - he hadn't been there when she'd almost stepped on that landmine four hours ago. Don't. "My Familiar died in the explosion," the Witch's voice actually sounded pained. Sasha finally looked up, surprised to see what appeared to be real heartbreak on her face as she finally answered one of the questions she had danced around or flat out refused during the four hour interview. "I loved her very much." Panic rose in Sasha's heart as she looked to Tristan - he had the upper hand here, he could twist the knife and really hurt the Witch... but it would not go well. He saw the Mark, he had to realize she was unstable. Don't. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked calmly, "Want to tell me about her? She obviously meant a lot to you. More than just a dumb pet… " "She was the best thing that ever came out of the wretched cesspool you call humanity," a blood-tear slipped down Aurora's cheek and Sasha's heart almost stopped. "She was sweet and gentle and too good for this world." The Witch set the half-eaten burger-thing down, wiping her gloves on a napkin before snatching the folder with Faye Herald's information. "Wait, you can't- " Sasha objected instinctively and was rewarded with a gust of wind that slammed her against the wall, still sitting in her chair. "I am a third degree White Witch," Aurora snapped. "And I can." Tristan and Sasha watched as the Witch stormed out, a sudden breeze blowing papers this way and that in the precinct. "Get ready for the light show," Tristan remarked. "No... who showed? I stalled like hell to give her a chance." "Apex," Tristan said as he rose, walking out of the room with his burger in hand. "Find a north-facing window." "Why didn't you warn her?" Sasha scrambled after him. "Because she's a Witch." * * * Zoë slowly pushed open the door to the penthouse. It'd been a small miracle, but Elise was out again, curled in her carrier like a kitten, her thumb in her mouth and her lashes spread in an arc over her cheekbones, leaving pale shadows against her flesh. She carried the Familiar to the nursery, stripped her down, cleaned her up with wipes, and then dressed the small woman in her personal favorite nightgown for Elise - a scoop-necked simple cotton smock, cap-sleeved and patterned in buttercream and buttercups, that fell just past Elise's knees. Elise wasn't gorgeous - the prettiest Familiar in the Apex clan, so far as Zoë knew, belonged to some no-name accountant down on the sixth floor - but she was supposedly powerful. "Gotta bathe you later," Zoë whispered to her, easing the Familiar into the crib and flicking off the light, flicking on the noise machine, and easing backward out of the room on tiptoes. Still, she really did adore the tiny woman, hollowed out or not. Elise was sweet and gentle, when she wasn't drained absolutely empty all the time, and she laughed like paper bags crumpling, a low crinkly, crumbly noise that never failed to make Zoë smile. Dazed, Zoë stumbled down the hall, past Guinevere who stopped cold, the briefcase falling out of her hand and clattering on the ground. Without thinking, Zoë knelt down and began gathering the fallen papers. Gwen knelt beside her and asked quietly, "Who died?" "Lyra," Zoë whispered. "Reason? Location?" Guinevere had once been on a meteoric rise toward District Attorney before her looks, brain, and ambition had brought her to Marcel's attention. She still practiced law - entirely for the Apex, of course - but it was mostly to keep her hand in. She wasn't quite the lady of leisure Marcel wanted for a wife, the status symbol of an unworking and exquisite wife, but he had... well used to have... Lyra for that. "Affair with Sebastian, I'm sure. Bavette’s," Zoë choked out and Guinevere grimaced, then nodded once sharply. "I don't suppose you have any other beauty queen friends you feel like sacrificing to the altar of Marcel's libido?" she asked calmly, but Zoë knew Gwen was both serious and joking. It was a common defense mechanism for the human members of the Apex clan. Always leave yourself reasonable doubt. "Elise down?" Zoë didn't miss that Guinevere didn't ask about her own daughter or son - her children with Marcel were fourteen and ten respectively. Bethany was Witchblooded and Marcel recognized her but mostly avoided her. Anthony was a Witch but more interested in blowing things up and getting expelled from private school after private school for being a royal, entitled shit than he was in his family. Both were home for the holidays before they were shipped off to their respective boarding schools. Guinevere fought every year to keep them with her, as she had since they were small, but Marcel's will always prevailed. Bethany was a bit of a snob but ultimately okay, in Zoë’s opinion. Anthony... Zoë didn't like being alone in a room with him, only ten years old or not, and she never left Elise with him either. "Yes, ma'am," Zoë nodded. "She's exhausted." "I bet," Guinevere muttered. "Okay, dear, go clean up. I'll send a team out to Bavette's, if it hasn't already been done. Curtseying, Zoë said nothing but slipped past her and trudged slowly to the bathroom. The image in the mirror showed a shell-shocking looking face she barely recognized - a tangle of dirty-blonde hair, too narrow features stippled with dried clots of blood and what could only be brain matter. Numb, she smacked the faucet until the water ran and then stripped, leaving her ruined clothing in a puddle on the floor. It'd been a miracle that she hadn't been stopped walking back to Apex Tower, honestly. Stepping beneath the spray, Zoë began lathering the shampoo through her gummy hair. The splash hadn't been huge, not as bad as it could have been. "Gotta call Drew," Zoë whispered. "Finish the shower, call Drew. Finish the shower. Call Drew." Then, helplessly, she stumbled back against the shower wall, feeling the tile shockingly cold against her back, slid down to the floor, and began to cry.

Hello friends. @Pudding (of Sophie and Pudding fame) said a dirty thing in my Discord chat and it lit my brain on fire. And just like Chapter None in Breaking the Girl, when one of these fantasies grabs ahold of me, it's hard to move forward until I write it down. So here is the tale of Lana and Kara in a brand-new fictional world inspired by a passing Discord comment. I call this world "Keepers" or "The Keeper Universe" or "Owned at First Sight", and I'm having more fun than I expected in writing it. I hope you enjoy it. Keeper's Pet I held the bell of my collar with one hand as I snuck toward the kitchen. Lana was busy watching some show on the TV, this was my chance. She had moved the cookie jar - the one with the heavy lid - on top of the refrigerator... and the good cookies were in it, the chocolate cookies with the chocolate filling. She knew those were my favorite, and she put them up there on purpose just because I ate like twenty of them yesterday and got sick. But I wouldn't do that two days in a row! I just wanted one! I had sat at her feet and laid my head on her knees and whined up at her the way she loves... but I couldn't get her attention while she was watching that stupid show about tiny houses. I hated reality TV and would complain any time Lana put it on... I wasn't allowed to leave the room most of the time however, I had to watch what she wanted to watch. But not tonight. Tonight I roamed free and Lana was distracted. And that meant cookies. I didn't let go of the bell until I was standing on the chair in front of the refrigerator. This was incredibly risky, either of our two roommates would rat me out in a heartbeat, they loved seeing me punished. Celia especially, the sadistic little bitch... but Celia hadn't gotten up yet and Marcie was out. So it was just the two of us... honestly, it was sort of a surprise that I wasn't pinned to a wall with her tongue down my throat, but she could have that any time and this episode of her show was apparently special. The finale or something. I shifted carefully as I reached for the cookie jar, trying to make sure I didn't crinkle too loudly. Lana bought these particular diapers because they were the loudest and I didn't even have the muffling effect of a onesie or a skirt - my diaper was fully exposed, all I had on was a croptop that read "Cutest Pet NA". Thankfully the diaper crinkled a little less when it was wet. And it was quite wet. The lid of the cookie jar was heavy, and it was difficult to keep everything in mind - the diaper from crinkling, the chair from wobbling, the cookie jar lid from falling, the bell from jingling. I held my breath as I set the lid aside and reached in, grabbing a cookie. I stuffed the whole thing in my mouth but didn't chew - the crunch might be too loud - and grabbed another before putting the lid back. It didn't feel right when I pulled my hand away, however - the lid scraped along my fingernails. I winced in discomfort, climbing down from the chair carefully before sitting in it to enjoy my prize. I ate the cookies quickly but quietly, wishing I had time for a glass of milk... but if I got caught with cookies and milk... I shuddered at the thought. When I was done, I snuck out of the kitchen, still holding the bell and waddling, down the hallway that separated the three bedrooms from the living room... I was going to sneak down the hall and sit back down at Lana's feet and she'd never know... But she was waiting for me in the hallway. Lana was a bit tall for a girl, 5'10", and her athletic pursuits left her with a lot more muscle mass than me. I was small, 5'3", and slender. Her size combined with her stature, further combined with my instincts and I was doomed. I yelped in surprise and fell to my knees, the bell on my collar jingling furiously. "What exactly are you doing, pretty girl?" she asked in that oh-so-sweet voice that meant I was in trouble. A tingle went down my spine. I couldn't resist her and she knew it. She reveled in it. I'd try, every so often - I didn't ask for these instincts, I had to fight them at least a little... I had made it all the way to twenty-six, I had thought I was one of the Keepers, not the other... but I just hadn't met the right person. "Nothing, ma'am," I whimpered, placing my palms on the ground, shivering. I was used to the temperature - I never wore clothes, they weren't expected of "my kind"... my body temperature rose the day I underwent the change... clothes were uncomfortable now, as much as I hated to admit it. "Nothing?" she asked sharply, "So you're going to add lying to your list of misdeeds today?" Before I could sink myself further, she knelt down and grabbed my right hand and held it up. My eyes widened when I saw it. The polish was scratched off my index finger and middle finger. She had me in an asymmetric pattern this week, pastel shades, pink and green and blue... but a green and a blue were scratched and showed the pale nail beneath. Ruined. "Oh no," I whispered, quivering in her grasp. I pulled my hand away, clutching it to my chest. I backed away, scooting on my knees before I stood to run, the bell on the collar jingling. She let me get three steps before her command split the air. "Sit." I dropped to the ground immediately, my soggy, puffy diaper squelching under me as I did. I never stood a chance. She'd been conditioning me for years, ever since that day... I had really thought I was a Keeper, not a Pet. Nobody knew for sure, some people went their whole lives without finding a match, in that vanilla limbo. I thought I would too, or that I would find the Pet that pleased me, that tickled me and excited me. Being a Keeper was so glamorous. The TV shows were always about the Keepers - sure the Pets were there too, but there was no such thing as a Pet without a Keeper - but the Keeper was always the star, and everyone wanted to be one. I had run into her in the grocery store, in the soda aisle. I had been mature then, my blonde hair in smooth waves, my makeup just so, my cold shoulder sweater exposing the perfect amount of skin, contrasting beautifully with the short shorts that showed every inch of my legs. I was hot and I knew it. I was mature, I was responsible, I had a great job, and I was on the lookout for a Pet. Size didn't matter, there were lots of short Keepers. And there she was. Long brown hair spilling over her shoulders, a cream top with a low-cut neck exposing her cleavage, a pair of comfortable, loose jeans beneath them. Sneakers to my chunky wedges. She was stylish and sure, but she was the kind of girl I would normally pass by... until our eyes met. I had wanted a soda from the top shelf, and I was reaching when she plucked it and handed it to me. And our gazes locked. And we knew. We knew in that moment who was who. And I knew that I wasn't a Keeper at all. She pulled my basket from me gently and set it down on the ground, setting hers next to it. Then she took me by the wrist and walked me out of the store... and there was nothing I could do to resist. The attraction of a new Bond was too intense, my brain was barely functioning. I had fuzzed out. When her eyes bore into mine, it was like I just stopped thinking. My whole body felt warm and tingly, like I was overheating. When I came to, I was in the trunk of her hatchback, my shorts and sweater gone, my shoes gone. I was sitting in a puddle of my own urine on a plastic mat in nothing but my panties and bra. And I knew. The blood test was quick, and I was registered... we had bonded, and I belonged to Lana. "Good girl," she praised, sending a shiver of pleasure through my body. "But you weren't a good girl just a bit ago, were you?" I wanted her with every fibre of my being. It was the Bond. I wanted her hands on me. When she took charge, when she took control, it's all I wanted. To submit, to be hers. To be a good girl. A person unfamiliar with the Bond would think I resented it, that I wanted to escape... but that's not how the Bond works. I loved my Keeper with every bit of me. Any thoughts of having a Pet of my own vanished that day, the day I became hers. And she loved me. The Bond changed us both, she'd do anything to protect me, to care for me, to keep me safe. I was more vulnerable now, less safe. She would own me and protect me. Forever. "No, ma'am," I whispered. "What were you doing, Pet? Be a good girl now." She was working the conditioning hard, I didn't stand a chance. She closed those three steps in one and hovered over me. "I took two cookies, ma'am," I confessed, quivering in her shadow. "And... I scratched my nail polish on the lid of the cookie jar... " Without another word, she wrapped a hand around my wrist, and I did the stupidest thing I could. I resisted. I yanked my hand away and pulled back, scooting away from her. "No," I complained. I knew where I was headed, I knew what was in store for me. But it was Sunday! I wasn't supposed to be confined today! I was supposed to have free reign and stretch my legs and relax and... "Kara," she snapped, causing me to sit up straight at attention instantly. "You are a Pet. You belong to me. I am your Keeper. You WILL submit to me, you will do everything I want and you will like it. Your every waking moment belongs to me. Your diapered bottom belongs to me. Your body, your mind, and your soul all belong to me. You- " I fuzzed out. It was too much. The world got shaky and everything went white as the stream of domination spilled from her lips. As she leaned in closer, the scent of her shampoo in my nostrils, that firm tone in my ears... and my vision got blurry and white around the edges. It was always like this, every time. She had the keys to my mind and could shut me down just by talking. Every Keeper could do that to their Pet and we were certainly no different. When I came to, we were in the living room.. and I was in my cage, my hands poking through the bars just as she was locking them in place. "Lana," I whined, "I want out!" She reached in through the hole in the top of the cage, the one she used to give me treats or pettings and stroked my curled hair. She curled it every morning, part of our grooming routine. She doted on me, she gave me tons of attention. She needed my submission just as much as I needed her dominance. We grew grey and ill if we were apart too long, it was just the way of things. "You ruined your nails, you naughty girl," she scolded even as she scritched behind my left ear. She was just a few millimeters from the spot... I cocked my head and she found it, sending a wave of pleasure through me. I felt the diaper grow warm between my legs and smiled. That was common for Pets - attention made us lose control. "We're going to fix your nails, let them dry, and then I'm going to take you to the bedroom." "Hey," Celia yawned as she strolled through the living room and plopped down on the couch. "I thought Sunday was her roaming day? Aren't her legs going to cramp?" The Kara of old, before I had fuzzed that first time, would have been horrified at this. I was kneeling in a cage, my hands poking out of the front and locked in place while Lana calmly painted my nails, my diaper was wet and obvious... I would have died of embarrassment. But being embarrassed about this would be like being embarrassed about breathing. It just was. And it was like this everywhere. We had gotten this cage at a local petstore just recently - the effects of the Bond were well understood even if the cause wasn't. "Someone was stealing cookies," Lana explained as she drew the loaded polish brush lightly across my nails. "Someone obviously didn't want to roam today." "Lana," I whined again. "I do want to roam, I'll be good... I just really wanted a cookie!" "Then why didn't you ask for a cookie, sweet pet?" she teased. "I think we're going to put on your kitten mittens when this is dry." "No!" I cried. I couldn't do anything with the mittens on, my hands would be completely useless. Two padded paws. Adorable, but useless. "Wow," Celia laughed. "Someone's been saying that word a lot lately, you'd think she likes being punished." I shot her a glare. Celia had sandy-blonde hair in a chin-length cut and was happy to lounge around in her pajamas, a pair of fleecy pants and a t-shirt about some video game. I may have been a Pet, I may have been helpless before Lana, but I was not helpless to Celia. And I didn't appreciate her teasing. "Oh she does," Lana chuckled. "You can feel when your Pet enjoys something. It's... nice. And Kara is a glutton for punishment. She loves the attention, she loves the feel of my hands on her... even when they're spanking." A soft moan escaped my lips as I felt a new heat rising inside the diaper. She had this effect on me, especially when I was restrained. I had never imagined that anyone, anything could make me feel as good as Lana did. As good as being owned by her did. "I hope I get a Pet that cute," Celia giggled. "Watching you with her is... nice. I want one." "I hope you find your Keeper," I snapped at her from behind the bars. Celia was Lana's best friend, she hadn't liked me at all at first, those first weeks when Lana brought me home... she enjoyed living off of Lana selling all my belongings, that was for sure - but that was all she wanted. She had grown warmer as the years passed and was quite fond of me. I generally liked her too, but she tended to pile on if I was in trouble. We got along great when I was out of the cage. Unfortunately the cage was a fixture in the living room for a reason. Right next to Lana's chair, so she could reach in and pet me whenever she wanted. "Oh, she's feisty today," Celia laughed outright. "When was the last time you fucked her?" My cheeks burned crimson at this. It was one thing for Lana to talk that way, it was another for Celia to say it! I started to protest, but Lana cut me off. "Two days. But we're going to fix that, aren't we, Kara-pet? Right after we get your nails pretty and dried and your kitten mittens on. We'll take you back and... well... I think you're going to cum a few times in that wet diaper before we really get started." I could feel that brain-fuzz descending again as she took my mind with her words. I was helpless before her. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

Goodbye Jamie. Goodbye Madison Bell. I feel like I knew you, because I feel like I am you. From the first word of the first chapter, to the last drop of pain in a happy ending, I am you. This story was special to Sophie before she posted it here. It was special because it was the way she connected with LB, her love. It was the way she introduced her to the world of Littles, and it's a beautiful tale of gentle regression, of acceptance and love and kindness. And it's written in red ink. Pain is in every chapter of this story. My pain, surely, but also the pain of how many Littles? How many people? I know that not all of us are in this community because of emotional or physical abuse at a formative age... but more than a few of us are. This story was for LB, but you've gifted it to all of us, this tale of love and acceptance, of healing, kindness, and vulnerability. It doesn't matter that there's no diapers, it's a story of regression and love. It would have been lesser with diaper content. You made something beautiful, you made something valuable. You meant it for her, but you shared it with us and I love it. This is one of my favorite CG/l stories of all time. And it's special to me for another reason. It brought the two of us together. If you hadn't posted Madison's Code, we might not be friends, and I deeply value you and appreciate your company. This story will forever be special to me. Thank you for sharing it. The ending was perfect. It hurts a little, but I don't think anything else would suit the story. It doesn't matter that Chapter 29 was the "perfect" ending, this is the true ending. They found love, they found happiness, they found understanding, and Jamie is finally on the road to opening up... but it hurts. There is no growth without pain. I grew with this tale.

Oh, people will read it. People were begging for a "Seth + Jess" solo story pulled from Breaking the Girl, but stories - good stories - are about pain. Madison and Jamie have had enough pain. Let them rest, let them be happy. If I had written a Seth+Jess tale, it would have been about them breaking up. And my heart couldn't take that.

I know, right? That was my reaction too. But a story is a story and the author knows when it's done. If you write a story past its end, it goes badly. So we have to accept the gift that we've been given and cherish it. It's been a delightful journey, and I've loved every dramatic, tension-filled step that led to this sweet and kind place.

It's a very special story of love and acceptance and CG/l, even if it's not about diapers.

Great story moar pls

Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it! I hope you gave me some Likes too Who was your favorite character? What was your favorite part? Did any part of the book make you cry?

I'm so glad you stopped in to comment! As far as I'm aware, Sightlines has like 6 real fans (7 now!) and to everyone else it's kind of "meh" ... so I haven't been suuuuuper motivated to work on it. It's a love project between me and my mommy-type, we're writing it together. As Trip said, I put it on hold to write my Choose Your Own Adventure story and that's all done now (and the Likes have started to trail off already ). I'm going to build up a backlog of Sightlines chapters again and go back to posting 1 per day, that's how I always do it So when we start up again, it'll be crazy fast updates. Yep, Kachan and I started working on this one again this week. We'll kick back into gear in the next week or two.