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So I'm starting a new story based on Kimmy's Keeperverse. This will be a very different spin on things, hopefully everyone will like where I take it. I wanted to add an additional preface now that I have rekindled my spark to write this story. As I originally envisioned this story it will be written in 3 different but intertwined story arcs, so you can expect it to be a long burn, if not necessarily a slow burn. I hope you will all stick with me for this ride. ................................. Ever since she was a little girl, Monica Greene had known that she wanted to be a keeper. In fact if you were to ask her she would gladly tell you that she was destined to be a keeper. Her first memories were around the age of 13 when the whole notion of keepers and pets had hit the mainstream media. Prior to then there had been little public knowledge of the world of keepers and pets, anyone who lived that lifestyle having been dismissed as part of a fetish or kink scene. But all of a sudden there had been a huge wave where thousands of people around the world were experiencing the bond. When major celebrities started showing up crawling down the street on their hands and knees wearing nothing but posh collars on their necks and thick diapers on their rumps the “Bond" as it would become known was suddenly front page news. Monica remembered looking longingly at those news articles in the early days wishing that she could be the one holding that leash and caring for another human as her own pet. The laws around the Bond had at first been non-existent and then slowly evolved to cover areas such as transfer of property and wealth as well as to protect pets from abuse. Sadly one of the earliest laws had decreed that no minor could become the lawful owner of a pet even if they were to experience the bond. At best the parents of said minor would be given the option to adopt the bound pet until such time that the pet and keeper were both of age of majority. Often times however the parents were unwilling to take on this burden as most of these pets were themselves minors and as such had no financial assets or belongings that could be used to support the costs of upkeep. Many of these pets wound up being surrendered to pet orphanages as once they had experienced the bond they became quite helpless which would of course place the extra burden of caring for them on their biological parents, most of whom could not handle it. To make matters worse, once bound these child pets became extremely unruly and subject to extreme behaviors due to the stress of being separated from their keeper. The pet orphanages were few and far between often leading to children being kept hundreds or even thousands of miles from both their biological and bound family. Due to a lack of government funding, the orphanages were often overcrowded and under maintained. With so few families willing to make the journey to visit these lost pets there was nobody to complain of the conditions and so they persisted. The orphanages of course offered adoption programs but the vetting procedures were extremely strict and the fees associated with adoption were often exorbitant. Sadly there was an extreme level of premature deaths in these facilities, often times it would be the pets themselves that found a way to end their extreme loneliness. There were also legally sanctioned means to have pets in these facilities put down. The laws in this regard were strict but at the same time it was not hard for the facilities to put together a convincing record of violent behaviour or significantly failing health to meet the criteria laid out. Monica had known about the existence of the orphanages for a long time but had never given much thought to them as she was convinced that she would ultimately find her own pet naturally one day. Despite her early longings to be a keeper it had been no big loss to her that by the time she turned 18 she had not made the Bond as there was no way that her family would ever be able to afford taking in said pet in any case. Her interest in being a keeper had dwindled somewhat for a few years after turning 18 as she was finding that the world of being an adult was somewhat harder than it appeared from the outside and she began to realize that having another human to care for wasn’t necessarily what she wanted right now. Around the age of 22 she found her desire to become a keeper and make the Bond had been rekindled. She would go out shopping or to bars and find herself looking at complete strangers, staring deeply into their eyes hoping for the Bond to magically happen. She had even begun making trips to pet stores, hoping that perhaps someone wanting to be a pet would find themselves in the same store at the same time and the bond would happen. She even found herself buying pet products, preparing herself for the day that she would finally make her bond. She became so convinced that being perfectly prepared was the key to making her bond that she bagman sampling the products to determine which ones were best. At first its was just trying on a collar to see how it felt or testing nuzzles and other restraint products to see how good they were. She sampled some of the foods, hoping to find only the most nutritional and flavorful brands to feed her pet. She had even tried on some of the pet diapers, convincing herself that she needed to know which were the most comfortable to wear, after all the were an essential part of the pet wardrobe. Of course she then convinced herself one day that she needed to know which ones fulfilled their purpose the best and so she began to use them just to see. One morning Monica went a little bit overboard in trying to sample multiple products at once. She had picked what she had felt was the most comfortable collar along with the strongest leash and tether point. After diapering herself in what she thought was the best choice she clipped the leash into the locking tether point and proceeded to don a pair of pet paws. Unfortunately for Monica, she had failed to consider any of the repercussions of the gear she was donning. After deciding her product test was successful, Monica went to get the key to release the leash from the tether, as she swiped at it with the clumsy pet paws it slid to the far edge of the table and fell off, well beyond her reach. Her next considered option was to use her phone and call for help, as much as she knew it would be embarrassing to have a friend rescue her in this situation she most definitely needed help. What Monica had forgotten was that phones, like most modern technology had also adapted to the world of pets and keepers. As she was so keen on having a pet, Monica had purchased a phone which had “Paw Link" technology embedded. Essentially the phone would lock itself out into a pet mode when it sensed pet paws trying to activate it and only allow very few basic commands. As she had not set up any of the commands in the phone she was unable to use it for anything. And so she was stuck, tethered to a wall wearing a thick pet diaper with only a bowl of pet food and water to keep her company. Over the next several hours her phone had rang or chimed numerous times with calls and texts but she was unable to respond to any of them. Within a few short hours nature made its call and Monica found herself with no choice but to wet the diaper that so thoroughly encased her loins. What was worse though was that her hunger continued to grow. After a while she was unable to resist the hunger pangs and found herself eating the pet food. The high fiber pet food designed primarily to ease a pets bowel movements. About 9 hours into her ordeal Monica was forced to use the somewhat sudden pet diaper for those purposes too. By this point she had convinced herself that she was bound to die alone in her home tethered to a wall in a more than well used diaper. Somewhere after that point she had fallen asleep after sobbing endlessly. Monica did not know how long it had been but she was woken by the sounds of her front door opening, the security system making its familiar chime. “Monica" yelled an all to familiar voice, “I know you are home, I saw your car out front. Why did you ditch me today?” Sam, it had to be Sam, of all of her friends why did Samantha have to be the one to come and find her? “What is that small, your house smells terrible, where are you?” Those words preceded Samantha by about 3 seconds as she rounded the corner in to the room. What ensued was about 5 minutes of outright laughter interspersed with statements like “oh my" and “are you", “is that a?”, “did you actually?”. To top it off, Sam's camera flashed no less than thirty times throughout. After the laughing fit finally died off Monica was able to point Sam to the key which she used to release her from the tether on the wall. Sam however maintained a firm grip on the leash. “Monica, Monica, Monica” she exclaimed. “How are we ever going to explain this silly little situation? After all, I know that you are not a pet, all you have spoke about for years is being a keeper" “Please, I will do anything, nobody can know about this" Monica was struggling to find the words. “I was just trying things to make sure they would be perfect when I get my pet.” “ So I see" Sam replied, “ I must say that I think you went a little too far though. In any case let’s get you cleaned up". With that Sam led Monica, who had no choice but to crawl with the pet paws and the shameful state of her diaper, to the guest bathroom in the hallway. Sam helped Monica into the tub and ever so carefully removed the befouled diaper from her friends rear end. She then proceeded to help Monica wash up, all the while leaving her trapped in the collar and pet paws. She led Monica into the master bedroom and up onto the bed and helped her towel off. In one swift motion before Monica could respond she had unclipped the leash, wrapped it through its handle around the bed post and clipped it back to Monica’s collar leaving her effectively trapped. “Now I need you to tell me where you keep them..” “Keep what?” Monica stammered. “Your diapers silly" “But I don’t need them, and they aren’t mine, I was just trying them to see how they fit.” “ I know that you don’t “need" them but they are most certainly are yours. I think that maybe you have gone a little crazy with this whole pet thing. You have my word that I will keep my silence about this incident but there will be consequences. First, you will wear your diapers and use them for this entire week. Secondly, next weekend you will be my pet and live the whole experience. I promise not to expose you to people that we know but you will live the life of a pet for the weekend. If you agree I will delete all of the pictures from my phone and never speak of this again.” “I… um…I…I guess so. Yes… whatever you want Sam. Please don’t tell anybody. They are in that closet behind the stack of boxes.” With that, Sam went over to the closet and rummaged until she was satisfied with her find. To Monica’s horror she came out with a bag of the thickest diapers on the market, with a bright pink cover and girlish designs all over. The truth be told, they were extremely comfortable but Monica knew that she would have a very hard time hiding them for the whole work week. “I think these will do nicely don’t you? After all I wouldn’t want you to have an embarrassing leak.” Y-y-y-yes those look fine. Thank you for keeping this a secret.” Sam proceeded to pull out one if the diapers and snugly tape Monica into her new padded prison. With a stern reminder not to violate the rules this week Sam released Monica from the collar and leash and left her to commiserate.

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.

I finally got around to finishing this story over the holidays. There are 22 chapters and over 130 pages as a Google doc... so it ain't short. There has been a lot of editing, so rather than trying to dig up and re-post in the original thread I'm just going to start over. I know the Keeperverse stories are popular with some, and not with others, so if it's not your thing, sorry, maybe next time. If it is your things, your comments and feedback are always welcomed! ------ Chapter 1: The End of the Beginning Karen and I held hands as we checked once more around the our apartment rooms, empty now after a year and a half. Everything had been shipped to our new home in California. We took our suitcases that we’d be living out of for a few days, and went to the common area, finding Angie and JoJo waiting for us. Angie came over to us, JoJo close behind on her leash. “Congratulations you guys,” Angie said, giving us hugs, which we returned with feeling. I knelt down to talk to JoJo, reaching out to scratch her behind her ear, which she loved. “I’m going to miss you, girl. We’ve had a lot of good times together.” JoJo laid her head against me. She had tears in her eyes. Karen and I had not known Angie and JoJo when we found ourselves bidding for the same spacious three-bedroom apartment, and instead of competing had decided to just live together. It had worked very well, and Karen and Angie had become very close friends, while JoJo and I got along very well. JoJo had gone through a rough time after being Bound… I mean, she had been a successful and intelligent young woman, a senior studying engineering at the prestigious university we went to, when one day she had been buying groceries and looked into the eyes of Angie, a junior at the same university. It was instantly clear that she had found her Keeper. She didn’t take quickly to her new life, though, and for the last 18 months we’d known them JoJo had been struggling to adjust to her role as Pet. At first, I wasn’t sure how to relate to a Pet, but over time we grew close and had many talks, cries, and cuddles together. Since Angie happened to work at the local Pets*R*Us, she had pulled us into many of the classes she taught (“I get paid based on how many people attend, so get your butts over here”) and both Karen and I had gotten a very good education in how to care for a Pet. I certainly didn’t have the same Bond that Angie had with her as her Keeper, of course, but I was happy that we had become good friends and confidants. At this point, I sensed that she just needed to be held, so I held her, patting her lightly on her diaper-covered bottom in a way that I knew she found comforting. “You’re a little wet… want me to change you?” She shook her head, just enjoying being held. “Did you do something bad? Angie has you in full restraints again.” She looked down and nodded. I gave her a little hug. “You’re working tomorrow, right?” Karen was still talking to Angie. “Yup, 10 to 4. Maybe you can drop by after your graduation, for one last good-bye?” Karen smiled. The Pets-R-Us where Angie worked was only a block away from the hall we’d be graduating in. “I’ll try. But, just in case…” She hugged Angie one more time. “Thanks for everything, Karen.” Hug. “And you Jeff. Take care of her, alright?” Hug. A last round of hugs all around, and we left our apartment for the last time, trying to hide our emotions. ** It was a big weekend. We were moving out of our apartment, and the next step was to go meet her parents at the hotel. Then, tomorrow, we graduated in the morning, and headed back to California, where we both had jobs waiting in the same city where she had grown up. This was probably the biggest set of changes I’d ever made in my life, and everything in 24 hours. We made it to the hotel, only to get a text from Karen’s father that their plane was delayed, and they weren’t going to make it to the hotel for dinner. Maybe drinks later in the evening. So, we headed out to a local Thai food joint that had been our favorite for one last meal and some “us-time”. While we enjoyed the food, we chatted about the usual things couples that have been together for a while talk about, especially when there are these major life changes going on. Schedules, money, plans, and priorities all got covered. When we had finished those topics, Karen brought up the next one. “So… are you going to ask me to marry you tonight? I mean, you don’t have to tell me… and I don’t know what your plans are… but I’d suggest holding off, if you were thinking about it… with my parents coming in late I’m not sure it would be the right thing to do right after meeting them for the first time.” She smiled her wonderful smile. I laughed. It was not in the least a secret to anyone that knew us that we would be getting married, the question had been when I’d pop the question. All I had said was that I would ask her after school was over, and after I met her parents in person. “No, it wasn’t going to be tonight. If you have to know, I was going to wait until we were back in California with your friends and family, and make you say ‘yes’ in front of them.” She smiled, and reached for my hand. “You better not wait too long, or I’ll ask you first.” She clearly was the dominant one in our relationship. She got what she wanted, including for example having chosen the city we’d live in. Not that I had any problems with going along with her decisions, but every once in a while I made a point of asserting myself, just to confirm our equality in the relationship. Choosing when we got engaged was one of those things that I had full control over, and so far she was OK with my taking the lead on that. We finished up, and while waiting for her parents to arrive took one last walk through the city we had grown to love during our time here in school. It was a warm evening in late May, and we wandered through the central square, watching the evening joggers dodging a few Keepers walking their Pets and mingling with the growing stream of people headed to the local bars. Just as we considered having a nightcap, Karen’s phone lit up. “Mom and Dad made it to the hotel.” ** “Nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Buxton.” I had talked to them many times on Skype, but this was the first time I had been able to shake their hands. Or, at least, try to shake their hands. Both of them pulled me into fierce bear hugs. Well, at least I seemed to be stepping off on the right foot. “Jeff, we’ve talked about this. You don’t need to call me 'Mr.'. Call me Joe, or Dad, or Pops, or ‘hey you’, but not Mr, OK?” “And I’m Valerie, not Mrs. OK?” “Ok, Joe and Valerie, thanks." “How about a drink at the bar?” We quickly agreed on a nice single malt scotch for Karen, Joe, and myself, and a white wine for Valerie. I looked around. “Did Jennifer make it?” Jennifer was Karen’s sister, two years younger. “I thought she was coming as well?” Karen’s mother replied, “She made it… she's upstairs in the room getting ready for bed. She was really tired after the trip, so she said she’d see you tomorrow.” We talked about the weather, the local sports and how they weren’t as good as the California teams back home, the plans for graduation tomorrow, and plans for when we went back to California. We’d be staying with them for two week while we waited for the apartment we had rented to become available at the beginning of next month. Finally, the scotch had kicked in enough. “So, Joe and Valerie,” I said, a little nervously. Karen looked at me. “Not that I’m going to do anything tonight,” I added looking at Karen to reassure her that what I had said before was still the plan, “but sometime in the near future I’d like to ask your daughter if she’d be willing to marry me. I’d like make sure that you wouldn’t object before I ask her.” Her Mom and Dad’s faces lit up in shear joy. I somehow found myself in a bear hug again. Joe was exuberant. “Of course, of course, of course!” Valerie was a little more circumspect. “It’s about time…” Of course, that called for another round of drinks, but soon we were on our way back to our rooms, where Karen and I celebrated what we both saw as the end of the start of our lives in a way that only a happy couple can. ** The graduation was fun, and not as long as it could have been. Being that we were both a part of a small college within the larger university, we were in a small hall, more intimate than the stadium that the engineering school was doing their ceremony in. After the many speeches, well-wishes, and ceremonial pomp, I finally got to walk over to my favorite professor, get a hug, and receive my diploma. Waiting at the end of the stage for me was Karen, and we hugged. It was a proud moment for both of us. We went back to our seats and waited for the rest of the class to finish, which seemed to take forever when we wanted to get along with our lives. Soon though, the recessional played and we were milling around the outside of the hall in the reception area, competing for scarce bandwidth as everyone tried to call someone, locate someone, or share pictures. My bladder was bursting so we made a quick restroom stop. Finally, Karen got a message that her parents were over by the stairs, and we managed to find them. Quick hugs of congratulations from her Mom and Dad, and then Karen pulled me over. “Jenn, this is Jeff. Jeff, Jenn.” My world stopped. She was beautiful. She was wonderful. Her eyes… her green eyes… and her hair, and her face and her body. Everything seemed paused. Only she existed. I saw a realization in her face. Her eyes opened wider. Suddenly I knew. The realization must have been on my face as well. So this is what it was like? The Bond? I’ve heard many people describe it, including talking to Angie and JoJo at length, but… it was amazing. It was clearly so much more than just Love. It was… a Bond. I heard faintly, in the distance, someone yelling “No No No No You can’t do this No No No Not Now”, but it wasn’t the face I was staring at, so it didn’t matter. I felt someone hitting my arm, and heard someone hitting Jennifer’s arm, but it didn’t matter. Something was trying to pull us apart, though, and that did matter. I pushed it away, and it stumbled backwards. The pulling and hitting stopped. I could smell her. I could see her so clearly. “Hello, my Pet.” ** Jeff's Story by JustForFun is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License. You can share it with attribution, but cannot change it or make money off it.

I've been a long time reader here but this is my first attempt at writing one myself. This is a story set in the @bbykimmy's Keeperverse. It is largely inspired by @justforfun's story Jeff's Story one of my favorites on this board. Any constructive criticism would be gladly accepted. Thanks for reading everybody. Chapter 1 Marie and I pushed back into our apartment. We’d just returned from a celebratory graduation dinner together. We’d both finished our last exams the previous week, and our graduation ceremony was the next day. As we entered the apartment, Daisy perked up and lifted her head to watch us from her bed in the corner of the living room. We could hear Dave in the kitchen, banging around loudly as was his usual cooking style. I flopped down on the couch and Marie bustled down the hallway to use the bathroom. Daisy wriggled out of her bed and crawled across the living room, her diaper, obviously quite wet and swinging pendulously. She nosed against my knee, and rested her head on my leg. I casually reached down and began stroking her sleek blonde hair and scratching her behind the ear. “Hey girl. How was your night?” I asked the Pet girl, who had closed her eyes and begun purring softly as I scratched behind her ear. “Boooring.” She whined, “Dave’s just been playing Xbox all night. He’s barely paid me any attention tonight.” “I can see that” I chuckled nodding towards her heavily soaked diaper. That was the moment Dave reappeared from the kitchen holding a pot of macaroni. “Oh hey Jamie!” he said, “I didn’t even hear you come in. How was dinner? Did you ask her yet?” “Hey shut up. She’s just down the hall. And no I haven’t asked her yet. But dinner went really well. I am definitely going to ask her soon. Oh and in case you hadn’t noticed it looks like Daisy could use a change.” I loved Dave, but he could be pretty clueless sometimes. He’d been my best friend since we’d shared a dorm as freshman 4 years ago. The next year we got an apartment together and I’d started dating Marie. The following year, we’d upgraded to our current apartment and Marie had moved in with us. At the end of our fourth year of school, shortly before Dave’s graduation (I’d decided to take an extra year to finish since Marie was a year behind us and wouldn’t be graduating for another year anyway) he’d met Daisy and they had bonded instantly. Of course, that was how these things always worked, I suppose. One look was all it took and two lives were irrevocably changed. In that moment, one person became a Pet, destined to be diapered, coddled and dominated. The other became a Keeper, imbued with an irrepressible instinct to protect, dominate, and pamper their new Pet. They say you couldn’t understand how deep the connection went unless you had experienced it, but it was undeniable that these two people were now inseparably bonded. Society had had to adjust, but now Keepers and Pets were now just an accepted part of the regular course of life. “Oh yeah. I saw that. She was looking pretty wet when I started cooking but she must’ve gone again while I was cooking. I’ll change her after I eat and get her into her kennel for the night.” Dave plopped down on to the couch next to me and began eating his macaroni straight from the pot. There was a time when such casual discussion of her diapers would’ve set Daisy blushing brightly and whining, but now blissed out by the head scratches I was still nonchalantly giving her, with her weight leaning into my legs, she didn’t even seem to notice that we were talking about her. Daisy, who had once been known as Brittany, had been a gorgeous but struggling student in her sophomore year when she had bumped into Dave at a campus coffeeshop, and become his Pet. While at first, she had struggled to accept her new life as a Pet, she soon came to appreciate the lack of responsibility that came with her new life. She began to realize that Dave while occasionally oblivious was also an incredibly smart and driven individual. He was now in his first year of graduate school in a challenging engineering major. Despite this he still managed to work part-time at the nearby Pet store and take excellent care of Daisy. This meant that Marie or I were frequently left with Pet-sitting duties and he had made us both take plenty of Pet-care classes at his store to ensure we knew what we were doing. “Yeah probably not a bad idea. I should probably head to bed pretty soon myself. Try to keep it down when you “change” her.” I laughed, knowing the usual outcome of one of Daisy’s diaper changes. “No worries, man. I’ll make sure to use her muzzle tonight. I know you’ve got graduation early tomorrow morning.” Marie and I left the auditorium the next morning after the graduation ceremony. We waded our way through the sea of people looking for Marie’s family. Marie had grown up in the suburbs of Charlotte and her parents still lived nearby. I had met them many times already, but her brother had just moved back to the area from New York and I would be meeting him for the first time today. When we finally found them in the crowd, her parents were as affectionate as always and each pulled me into a tight hug. “Hello Mr. and Mrs. Schiff. It’s good to see you guys.” I managed to get out between chest-crushing hugs. “Son, how many times have I told you? Call me Phil, or hopefully soon Dad, eh?” he said laughing heartily and nudging me in the ribs. “Where’s Eric?” Marie asked, looking around and saving me from having to respond to her father’s insinuation. “Oh, we sent him ahead to get us a table at the restaurant. We figured there was no point in him wading through all this mess.” Marie’s mom responded. We followed the flow of people back to the parking deck and piled into their car. We were soon pulling up to the restaurant. Still in our graduation robes, Marie and I walked towards the entrance hand in hand smiling broadly. We were now on the cusp of adulthood. We were looking forward to our new lives together and the world of opportunity available to us. “Oh look, there’s Eric. Hey Eric!” Marie called, waving to the tall well put-together man standing near the doors with his back to us. The man turned revealing a handsome, clean shaven-face with a well-defined jawline, and immaculately styled short dark brown hair. He smiled broadly when he noticed his sister, but then seemed to come up short and freeze when we made eye contact. As I stared, into his bright blue eyes, I felt a tingle run up my spine and my mind seemed to fuzz and grind to a halt. I was so deeply drawn into his eyes, that I barely noticed the warm trickle running down my leg. He reached out to me and I collapsed into his arms. He towered over me and my face came up to just his mid-chest. His arms wrapped around me and held me tightly to his chest as he gently stroked my hair making gentle shushing noises. “You’re safe now my Pet.” his comforting voice was the only sound I could hear and filled me with a warm glow.

@bbykimmy, I was so taken with your Keeperverse universe that I had to go off and write this down. I realize I am committing something of a faux pas in posting this first before asking permission to invade your universe, but I hope to ask forgiveness? If you'd like me to modify this in any way for consistency with the universe in your mind, or even remove it altogether, I will happily do so. -- Karen and I held hands as we checked once more around the our apartment rooms, now empty after a year and a half. Everything had been shipped to our new home in California. We took our suitcases that we’d be living out of for a few days, and went to the common area, finding Angie and JoJo waiting for us. Angie came over to us, JoJo close behind on her leash. “Congratulations you guys,” Angie said, giving us hugs, which we returned with feeling. I knelt down to talk to JoJo, reaching out to scratch her behind her ear, which she loved. “I’m going to miss you, girl. We’ve had a lot of good times together.” JoJo laid her head against me. She had tears in her eyes. Karen and I had not known Angie and JoJo when we found ourselves bidding for the same spacious three-bedroom apartment, and instead of competing had decided to just live together. It had worked very well, and Karen and Angie had become very close friends, while JoJo and I got along very well. JoJo had gone through a rough time after being Bound… I mean, she had been a successful and intelligent young woman, a senior studying engineering at the prestigious university we went to, when one day she had been buying groceries and looked into the eyes of Angie, a junior at the same university. It was instantly clear that she had found her Keeper. She didn’t take quickly to her new life, though, and for most of the last 18 months we’d known them JoJo had been struggling to adjust to her role as Pet. At first, I wasn’t sure how to relate to a Pet, not having grown up with one, but over time we grew close and had many talks, cries, and cuddles together. Since Angie happened to work at the local Pets*R*Us, she had pulled us in to many of the classes she taught (“I get paid based on how many people attend, so get your butts over here”) and both Karen and I had gotten a very good education in how to care for a Pet. I certainly didn’t have the same Bond that Angie had with her as her Keeper, of course, but I was happy that we had become good friends and confidants, and was quite knowledgeable about her needs and how to care for her. At this point, I sensed that she just needed to be held, so I held her, patting her lightly on her diaper-covered bottom in a way that I knew she found comforting. “You’re a little wet… want me to change you?” She shook her head, just enjoying being held. “You’re working tomorrow, right?” Karen was still talking to Angie. “Yup, 10 to 4. Maybe you can drop by after your graduation, for one last good-bye?” Karen smiled. The Pets-R-Us where Angie worked was only a block away from the hall we’d be graduating in. “I’ll try. But, just in case…” She hugged Angie one more time. “Thanks for everything, Karen.” Hug. “And you Jeff. Take care of her, alright?” Hug. A last round of hugs all around, and we left our apartment for the last time, trying to keep our emotions in check. ** It was a big weekend. We were moving out of our apartment, and the next step was to go meet her parents at the hotel. Then, tomorrow, we would graduate in the morning and head back to California, where we both had jobs waiting in the same city where she had grown up. This was probably the biggest set of changes I’d ever made in my life, and everything in 24 hours. We made it to the hotel, only to get a text from Karen’s father that their plane was delayed, and they weren’t going to make it to the hotel for dinner. Maybe drinks later in the evening. So, we headed out to a local Thai food joint that had been our favorite for one last meal and some “us-time”. While we enjoyed the food, we chatted about the usual things couples that have been together for a while talk about, especially when there are these major life changes going on. Schedules, money, plans, and priorities all got covered. When we had finished those topics, Karen brought up the next one. “So… are you going to ask me to marry you tonight? I mean, you don’t have to tell me… and I don’t know what your plans are… but I’d suggest holding off, if you were thinking about it… with my parents coming in late I’m not sure it would be the right thing to do right after meeting them for the first time.” She smiled her wonderful smile. I laughed. It was not in the least a secret to anyone that knew us that we would be getting married, the question had been when. All I had said was that I would ask her after school was over, and after I met her parents in person. “No, it wasn’t going to be tonight. If you have to know, I was going to wait until we were back in California with your friends and family, and make you say ‘yes’ in front of them.” She smiled, and reached for my hand. “You better not wait too long, or I’ll ask you first.” She clearly was the more dominant one in our relationship. She got what she wanted, including for example having chosen the city we’d live in. Not that I had any problems with going along with her decisions, but every once in a while I made a point of asserting myself, just to confirm our equality in the relationship. Choosing when we got engaged was one of those things, and so far she was OK with my taking the lead on that. We finished up, and while waiting for her parents to arrive took one last walk through the city we had grown to love during our time here in school. It was a warm evening in late May, and we wandered though the central square, watching the evening joggers and Keepers walking their Pets mingle with the growing stream of people headed to the local bars. Just as we considered having a night cap, Karen’s phone lit up. “Mom and Dad made it to the hotel.” ** “Nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Buxton.” I had talked to them many times on Skype, but this was the first time I had been able to shake their hands. Or, at least, try to shake their hands. Both of them pulled me into fierce bear hugs. Well, at least I seemed to be stepping off on the right foot. “Jeff, we’ve talked about this. You don’t need to call us Mr. Call me Joe, or Dad, or Pops, or ‘hey you’, but not Mr, OK?” “And I’m Valerie, not Mrs. OK?” “Ok, Joe and Valerie, thanks." “How about a drink at the bar?” We quickly agreed on a nice single malt scotch for Karen, Joe, and myself, and a white wine for Valerie. I looked around. “Did Jennifer make it?” Jennifer was Karen’s sister, two years younger. “I thought she was coming as well?” Karen’s mother replied, “She made it… she's upstairs in the room getting ready for bed. She was really tired after the trip, so she said she’d see you tomorrow.” We talked about the weather, the local sports and how they weren’t as good as the California teams back home, the plans for graduation tomorrow, and plans for when we went back to California. We’d be staying with them for two week while we waited for the apartment we had rented to become available at the beginning of next month. Finally, the scotch had kicked in enough. “So, Joe and Valerie,” I said, a little nervously. Karen looked at me. “Not that I’m going to do anything tonight,” I added looking at Karen to reassure her that what I had said before was still the plan, “but sometime in the near future I’d like to ask your daughter if she’d be willing to marry me. I’d like make sure that you wouldn’t object before I ask her.” Her mom and dad’s faces lit up in shear joy. I somehow found myself in a bear hug again. Joe was exuberant. “Of course, of course, of course!” Valerie was a little more circumspect. “It’s about time…” Of course, that called for another round of drinks, but soon we were on our way back to our rooms, where Karen and I celebrated what we both saw as the end of the start of our lives in a way that only a happy couple can. ** The graduation was fun, and not as long as it could have been. Being that we were both a part of a small college within the larger university, we were in a small hall, more intimate than the stadium that the engineering school was doing their ceremony in. After the many speeches, well-wishes, and ceremonial pomp, I finally got to walk over to my favorite professor, get a hug, and receive my diploma. Waiting at the end of the stage for me was Karen, and we hugged. It was a proud moment for both of us. We went back to our seats and waited for the rest of the class to finish, which seemed to take forever when we wanted to get along with our lives. Soon though, the recessional played and we were milling around the outside of the hall in the reception area, competing for scarce bandwidth as everyone tried to call someone, locate someone, or share pictures. My bladder was burst so we made a quick restroom stop. Finally, Karen got a message that her parents were over by the stairs, and we managed to find them. Quick hugs of congratulations from her mom and dad, and then Karen pulled me over. “Jenn, this is Jeff. Jeff, Jenn.” My world stopped. She was beautiful. She was wonderful. Her eyes… her green eyes… and her hair, and her face and her body. Everything seemed paused. Only she existed. I saw a realization in her face. Her eyes opened wider. Suddenly I knew. The realization must have been on my face as well. So this is what it was like? The Bond? I’ve heard many people describe it, including talking to Angie and JoJo at length, but… words couldn't describe it. It was amazing. It was clearly so much more than Love that a couple shared. It was… a Bond. I heard faintly, in the distance, someone yelling “No No No No You can’t do this No No No Not Her Not You Not Now Noooooooo”, but it wasn’t the face I was staring at, so it didn’t matter. I felt someone hitting my arm, and hitting Jennifer’s arm, but it didn’t matter. Something was trying to pull us apart, though, and that did matter. I pushed it away, and it stumbled backwards. The pulling and hitting stopped. I could smell her. I could see her so clearly. “Hello, my Pet.” **

This is an anthology of ten short stories that take place in bbykimmy's Keeperverse. i. Wendy At least the coffee is hot, Wendy thought as she sipped a steaming beverage from a styrofoam cup. Not great, but hot. The room was exactly what she expected: a small meeting room, maybe it was a classroom on Sundays? Anyway, this Unitarian Universalist church had provided the space and advertised the meeting, and she felt lucky to have discovered it. She hadn’t even known this group existed, but as she looked around at the various faces in the room—none of whom were even interacting—she realized a simple truth: If anyone needs a support group, it’s us. It seemed to her that everyone here must be feeling the same way she was: bewildered, lost, angry, bereft, and (she had to admit it) ashamed. Well, why not? No one asked for this thing; it just suddenly had affected each of their lives, and it seemed to be spreading like a particularly virulent virus with no sign of an end. Is this the new normal? she wondered. Taking a sip from her cup, she ignored the various sweets on the table. She didn’t feel like eating, and frankly sweet foods just reminded her too much of Ellie. Truly, the girl had always had such a sweet tooth: Wendy couldn’t keep enough cookies and other goodies in the house to satisfy her. She had tried to stop the girl’s outrageous eating habits, but it didn’t take her long to realize that, no matter how many sweets she ate, Ellie never grew fat. At first, she was fearful her harping was making her daughter bulimic, so she stopped pushing hard. Still, as a mom she had to be concerned. “I swear, Mom,” Ellie had told her. “I’d never do that.” And Wendy believed her. Of course she did; the relationship between them was so strong that she was confident that her daughter would open up about something that important. People called them “the Gilmore Girls” because their lives were so totally intertwined that, aside from work, you rarely even saw one without the other. They could (and did) talk about anything, sharing conversational topics like sisters instead of mother/daughter. Some people they met actually thought they were sisters; it helped that Wendy did not at all look her 44 years of age. They hung out together as good friends would, each enjoying the other’s company and sharing likes and dislikes. It was nice that Ellie had moved back in after college; both of them realized that it would never be a permanent situation, but neither was quite ready to let go. And then… People were taking their seats in the large room. She’d thought they might be arranged in a circle, but they were not. She realized that a circle with this many chairs would be unwieldy and wouldn’t fit into even this generous space. And now the many rows of chairs were filling up. Many of the people were her own age, but some were younger. Ellie’s age, she thought. Unbidden, her mind took her back to the last day she had spent with her daughter. Ellie had been wanting to go to Six Flags with her mom all summer, and time was waning. Finally, on a Sunday in August (could it really only have been a few weeks ago?), Wendy had said yes, but on the condition that they spend at least a few hours at the water park. Ellie may have liked roller coasters, but Wendy’s first love was water slides. They made her feel like a kid again. Fortunately, each of them also shared the other’s affinities as well, and the day had been a joyful explosion of coasters and swimming. Late in the afternoon, sipping lemonades in reclining chairs beside the wave pool, they had taken the time to breathe and just chat. “This has been a fabulous day, Mom,” Ellie said. Wendy agreed. “We got awfully lucky on the weather. I thought after yesterday we’d surely get rained out.” Ellie smiled softly. “I guess Mother Nature ran out of moisture after the storm.” She paused, her eyes scanning the pool. “Mom?” “Yes?” “We’ve never talked about this, but...what do you think of them?” Ellie nodded gently in the direction of a particular section of the pool, roped off from the rest. In it, a group of young people frolicked and played, chasing a beach ball or tossing smaller balls to each other. “Honestly,” Wendy said, “I try not to.” Both women found themselves absorbed in gazing at the group, some of whom were clearly wearing collars and (both women knew) rubber-coated absorbent swim diapers beneath the waves. The diapers were a recent invention; no one wanted to share public pools with so many constantly leaking adults, so PetSwim diapers practically leapt into being. Now, Pets were not allowed into public pools without them. The company was so successful that there had been talk of an IPO in the very near future. “Truly,” Wendy said, “I don’t understand it. There was a time when this kind of activity stayed behind doors. I mean, enlightened folks understood that kinks existed, but you never saw it out on the streets.” “Or in the water parks,” Ellie said. “But this isn’t just a ‘kink,’ Mom. You’ve read the reports: as hard as it is to believe, The Bond seems to be real.” Her mother smiled a smile that meant, As real as my desire to sleep with George Clooney, but didn’t say anything. Ellie kept going. “It is, Mom. There have been too many reports of people just pairing off suddenly, even people you’d never expect. Like that actress? You read about her.” Wendy nodded. “Well, it just seems to me that, if it were real, you’d see older people ‘bonding’ as well, but we both know that it seems to be something that only happens to people in their 20s and early 30s...prime experimentation age.” Ellie was quiet for a moment. “No. No one’s been able to explain that.” Wendy smiled again. “You know what I think? Remember back when you were in high school and the Gay Straight Alliance suddenly started filling with trans and non-binary people? I mean many of them were, but some were just experimenting...trying something on. Lots of those kids ended up as straight as a ruler; you know that. Well, I think this is a lot like that: people are very impressionable. And those with kinks see a way of taking their desires out of the closet, so…” Ellie shook her head. “I don’t think so, Mom. I mean look at them. You’d have to be beyond submissive to parade around pretty much naked except for a diaper and enjoy someone throwing a ball so you could retrieve it and bring it back. And you know they need those diapers, right? If that wasn’t real, they wouldn’t have been manufactured in the first place. And stores like Pets R Us wouldn’t exist. I mean, when in your life has the culture given in so completely to a mere kink?” Wendy watched as the “Pets” swam up to their “Masters” or “Mistresses,” returning what had been thrown and receiving loving pats on the head or neck. Sometimes they would go glassy-eyed for a minute, as if they’d been transported somewhere else. She turned to her daughter. “They are dedicated; I’ll give them that.” But Ellie wasn’t smiling. “Sometimes I...I worry it will happen to me.” Wendy reached out her hand. “No, Honey, that’s silly. You’re not like these people. I think you really have to have some kind of kinky side to you, and we just...don’t. We’re what the kinky folks call Vanilla.” She shook her head. “God, I know a lot about this subject these days. A lot more than I used to anyway.” Ellie’s smile was a weak one. “I hope you’re right,” she said, still gazing at the pool. Suddenly, her eyes shifted their focus. “Hey, Mom, look at that.” Her attention had been drawn to one couple in the main part of the pool, very close to them. A group of people were wading out of the deeper water and gathering around them, calling to them, but they only had eyes for each other. “Jessie,” someone yelled over the sound of the waves and people playing. “Jessie? Who is this woman?” Someone else in the group responded. “Her name is Cat. Why won’t they speak?” “Does anyone know what happened?” The closest woman to the couple, a short redhead, turned to the gathering crowd. “I don’t even think they knew each other until now, but they were just swimming and suddenly they both stopped. At first they went under; I thought they were just goofing around. But when they came back up I saw the look in their eyes. I think they’ve...bonded.” The woman called Cat slowly moved toward the other woman and reached out her hand. The one called Jessie shrank back a bit, as if afraid, but Cat drew even closer and placed her hand on the other woman’s head, patting it gently as one would do to a child. She said something that was inaudible to the women sitting in the recliners, but her hand moved down and she took Jessie’s hand and led her away from the group. Their friends called after them, but neither woman responded or even indicated that they had heard as they headed in the direction of the changing rooms. “Mom,” Ellie said, “did you see how tenderly they looked at each other? I don’t think that is a kink.” Wendy’s eyes followed the two women through the crowd until she lost sight of them. Then she turned back to her daughter. “No, it didn’t seem so,” she said. Ellie looked at her. “What if...what if it were me?” Wendy thought about that possibility seriously for the first time. “I honestly don’t know,” she said. That had been the last conversation she had had with her daughter. “It happened the very next day,” she told the group gathered in the classroom. “The same way. We were at our favorite restaurant, and she was in the middle of her meal, when a striking brunette woman walked past our table. Their eyes met, and…” She couldn’t go on. It was far too shameful. Her daughter was a Pet. She hated even thinking the words, but you couldn’t get around the truth. For the past two weeks, Ellie had been living with the other woman, whose name was Susan, in a condo in the city. She hadn’t seen her daughter since she had gotten up and left that table, and she wasn’t sure when she’d see her again. She wasn’t even sure she wanted to see Ellie like that. Wendy only knew what was going on because Susan had come to the house to pick up Ellie’s car. She’d sell it, of course: Pets’ belongings transferred immediately upon registration to their Owners, their Keepers. It was the new law, and there was nothing Wendy could do about it. They’d rushed that law a bit: banks were concerned about all of the sudden loan defaults, so they pressured Congress to transfer the debt. Susan would sell the car, pay off Ellie’s loan, and use the rest of the money for...whatever. Though Susan had tried to reassure her that she cared deeply for Ellie, Wendy could only think of the gifted, multi-faceted daughter she had raised: the scholar, the cello player, the choir singer—God, that voice! Would she ever even use it again?—reduced to someone’s Pet, owned by someone like a slave. That was what brought her here tonight, more than anything, to the Families and Friends of Pets meeting. She’d been reading the CDC reports on The Bond and the havoc it was wreaking around the world. They thought perhaps it was a kind of virus, and only two already-infected people could find the connection, but no one knew anything for sure yet. Still, the laws had had to catch up quickly, or the country would have collapsed. A whole new Pet economy was springing up, but so many people suddenly simply dropped out of their lives that the older economy was in jeopardy. So the laws were written, codifying what people observed about Pets and Keepers even though no Unbound, as they were called, could really comprehend it. The woman sitting next to her put her hand gently on Wendy’s. “Mine was with me too,” she said, but Wendy never heard it. All she could do was stare at the woman. She’d never seen anyone so beautiful in her entire life. And she knew, in an instant, that she wanted her. No, she needed her. The rest of the world grew fuzzy; all she could do was look into her eyes. Nothing else existed. “What’s your name?” the woman asked. “W-Wendy,” she said as the woman’s hand rose to stroke her hair. It felt like...heaven. “I’m Jeanine,” the woman said, “and I’m going to take really good care of you.” In the front of the room, the speaker was saying something about The Bond having shown up in an older population in recent weeks, but neither Wendy nor Jeanine heard her. Without another word, they got up and Jeanine, taking Wendy’s hand, led her out the door.

OBLIGATORY DISCLAIMER: this is my first story as well as my first post on this forum. I'm one of those long-time lurkers. I was so taken with the idea of the Keeperverse that I felt compelled to make my own contribution. This is a slowish regression, and in that sense is a deviation from the universe as we know it. Feel free to consider this non-canonical. Like any first attempt at fiction, I'm sure the marks of an amateur are all over this one. But with any luck, someone here might enjoy it anyway. Chapter One The sudden ring emanating from my pocket ignited a flicker of hope in me. In the past week alone I’d filled out twelve different job applications. Not one of them had received a response. Maybe this message contained good news. I wanted to check right away, but there was an obstacle I had to contend with first. The use of cellphones behind the checkout counter was strictly forbidden, and the manager always seemed to be lurking around the corner. In spite of the threat of reprimand, I knew there was no way I could withstand the anxiety until my next break. This would require some finesse. I scanned the store as well as I could and strained my ears for signs activity. After a moment the manager came into view. All I had to do was wait for him to become distracted. A customer approached him to ask a question, but that was no good - he still had a direct line of sight to me and could turn around at any instant. Eventually he disappeared behind one of the shelves and struck up a conversation with a co-worker. This was my chance. After fumbling with my phone's lock screen, I saw that there was a new email. The subject read, “Thank you for your interest.” So much for good news. Working at the bookstore was fine most of the time. It had a certain dignity that other low-level jobs lacked. Some might call it arrogant, but things like that were important to me. But even though I felt better about myself working here than I would in a fast food restaurant, I lived in perpetual fear of the moment when an old acquaintance would walk in wearing something expensive, and I'd have no choice but to compare my life to theirs. At thirty years old, I’d gotten no further in life than most teenagers. It was a depressing thought. I was shelving books from a recent shipment when a voice surprised me from behind. “Excuse me, I – oh! I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I was just wonder-“ She stopped speaking the moment our eyes met. I realized I was looking at the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. To say that I was attracted to her would be an understatement. I was fascinated by her. She seemed to radiate an aura of pure grace. In that moment, I would've had no trouble believing that she was the only person on the planet who truly mattered. It occurred to me that we had been staring at each other for several seconds. I decided it was up to me to break the silence somehow. I had every intention of saying “How can I help you?” but the experience of love at first sight was interfering with my diction. What came out of my mouth was a strange, nonverbal sound, somewhere between a cough and a hiccup. She giggled slightly at this, which I supposed was a reaction I could live with. Then she looked at me quizzically. “Have I met you somewhere before?” she asked. “I don't know… I don't think so.” “Strange, you look so familiar.” I scoured my memory for occasions when we might have seen each other, and came up with nothing. In spite of that fact, I had a peculiar notion that this person was, or world come to be, someone extremely important to me. “Never mind,” she said. “I'm sure I'm just imagining things. I was wondering where I could find travel guides?” “In the lifestyle section, right next to the cookbooks.” “Thanks,” she said and walked away. And then she was gone. I made a mental note to slap myself later. I could've asked where she was going, struck up a conversation about travel, and who knows where that might have gone? I could have even PRETENDED to be someone she knew. But I missed my chance. Another entry on the list of today's failures. I went back to work, completely unaware of the change that had just been set in motion. Chapter Two I slept poorly that night. My bedroom was uncomfortably hot, even after foregoing sheets and a comforter. And yet my thermostat continued to insist that the temperature was a cool 68 degrees. I wondered if I might be coming down with a fever, perhaps brought on by some seasonal virus. My suspicion was compounded by the way I felt after breakfast. I treated myself to a pair of brown sugar and cinnamon pop tarts, and within an hour my stomach was throwing a tantrum. I might have suspected food poisoning, but I was fairly sure that Pop-Tarts couldn’t go bad. I spent most of the workday feeling sorry for myself. My current physical condition combined with the events of yesterday left me in a decidedly dejected state. I found my thoughts turning to the woman who came to me looking for travel guides. The prospect of never seeing her again made me genuinely sad. Was it possible to miss someone after only one day? I tried to console myself with the thought that she couldn't possibly be as perfect as she seemed during that brief encounter. I'd been through enough ill-fated High School crushes to know that idolizing someone in such a way was bad for everyone involved. I thought of the song “She’s So High” from the nineties. Had I really become that pathetic? I decided that a little self-medication was in order. My companion that evening would be a certain Evan Williams. Fortunately, my tastes knew how to adjust to suit my budget. A few hours later, I was walking out the sliding glass doors of the grocery store, my recent purchase in hand. And then I saw her. Standing in the parking lot was the woman I had met the day before, the traveler. I felt excitement and anxiety welling up inside me. Both of these feelings intensified considerably when I realized she was walking towards me. “Hello again,” she said, smiling. “Hey.” “I wasn’t expecting to run into you so soon." “It must be fate.” “Must be.” There was a brief pause. “I'm Sandra,” she said, holding out her hand. “Dylan,” I replied, and took her hand in mine. The moment our hands touched, a warm feeling to spread throughout my body. Her expression suggested that she had felt something too. “Did you find what you were looking for yesterday?” I asked. It wasn't a great icebreaker, but it was all I had to work with. “Yup. I'm planning a trip to Italy. Have you ever been?” “Years ago with my family. Don't spend more than a day in Venice, it's not worth it.” “Good to know.” We were both silent for a moment . “Do you want to get coffee somewhere?” she asked. “There’s a Starbucks just down the street and – Oh, you probably have food you need to put in the fridge.” She glanced at my shopping bag. “No, it's just-“ I stopped, thinking that I might not want to reveal that I was buying cheap whiskey on a Wednesday evening. “It's nothing perishable. I can meet you there and-“ “I can drive us both there. No sense wasting gas, right? I'll take you back here when we’re ready to go.” I followed her to her car. Once we were both inside, she did something I never would have expected. Without a moment's hesitation, she reached across to my side and fastened my seatbelt. Her face turned red. “I'm not sure why I did that. Can we pretend that never happened?” “No problem. I guess you're concerned about my safety,” I said jokingly. “I guess so.” And then we were off. We approached the counter and ordered our drinks, hers about Earl grey and mine a decaf latte. Before I could ask the barista to split the bill, she handed over her credit card. I mumbled a couple words of gratitude, but in truth I felt a little uncomfortable. I was beginning to wonder how she saw me. Part of me wanted to protest that I could buy my own drinks as well as I could buckle my own seatbelt, but saying something like that meant that something like that needed to be said. In other words, the very need to make such a protest undermined my status as an independent, fully functioning adult. “I don't normally do this,” she said as we sat down at the table. “Asking someone out so abruptly, I mean. I was debating whether or not to tell you this, but when I saw you yesterday - I had this strange feeling that I was supposed to meet you. Does that sound totally crazy?” I took a sip of my latte. It was stronger than I would have liked. “No,” I said, “I think I felt it too.” “Is that so? Well, seeing as fate or karma or whatever has brought us together, we might as well get to know each other. What do you like doing outside of work?” “I play a lot of video games. I also like to draw, but I’m not very good.” “Aww, I bet you’re not as bad as you think. I’d love to see one of your drawings.” “I’m actually pretty shy about showing them too people.” I took another sip. The bitterness of the drink was really overwhelming. “That's no fun. What's the point of making art if you can't show it off to anyone?” “I guess it’s sort of an escape. If I had to worry about people judging what I made, it wouldn't be an escape anymore. It’d be another source of stress." There was a sudden, uncomfortable stirring in my stomach. Had this morning’s illness returned for an encore? “I never thought about that way. I still want to see one though.” “What about you? What do you do?” “I'm a marketing coordinator for a publishing company. We’re sort of in the same field, come to think of it.” “That's a very generous way of putting it.” The churning in my stomach intensified. Was there something wrong with the drink? Would it be rude to send back a drink she had paid for? “Are you feeling alright? You look kind of uncomfortable.” I tried to reassure her that I was fine. But the sensation was getting stronger. “If you're not feeling well, we can do this another time. It's really not a big deal.” I was hit by a wave of gastric turbulence. I could tell that this wasn’t going to end peacefully. “I need to excuse myself for a moment,” I said, and made a beeline for the bathroom. I won't bother trying to put this delicately - once I made it to the toilet, I proceeded to puke my guts out. And it hurt. I coughed and gasped for breath as the contents of my stomach were forced out of me. There was a knock at the door. “Everything ok in there?” It was Sandra's voice. She had heard me! My shame reached a critical level. “I'm fine,” I shouted back, “I'll be out in a minute.” No response. After the worst was over, I took a moment to reflect on how horribly things were turning out. I was sure she would lose all interest in me now. Maybe I should just apologize and disappear with what little dignity I had left. Whatever happened, I knew I couldn't avoid facing her, as much as I would have liked to. I summoned up my remaining courage and walked back to our table. “Sandra,” I said, “I am SO sorry. Let's just go back to my car and I won't bother you anymore.” “It's fine! Really, these things happen. I’m a little concerned, but you don't have to feel embarrassed.” “Thanks,” I murmured. “That said, if you're feeling sick, I probably should take you home.” “You mean to my car.” “Yes, right. To your car.” Neither one of us said much on the ride back. After we pulled up next to my car, she took out a small notepad. “I’m going to leave you my number,” she said, “And I want you to text me so I have yours. I also want you let me know how you’re feeling later. I'll worry if you don't. Can you do that for me?” “Sure,” I replied meekly. “And one other thing. I saw what was in your bag, and I don't think you should have anything to drink tonight. Promise me?” “I promise.” “Then I'll see you soon.” On the drive home, I had an intense internal debate about where all this was going. The thought of disappointing Sandra was devastating to me. And yet she hadn't seen that all shocked or disgusted – just concerned. And that made my feelings for her grow even stronger. My body betrayed me one more time before I made it home. When I was just five minutes away from my apartment, I suddenly noticed that my bladder felt extremely full. It was like I had been holding in for hours. But I was sure hadn't felt the slightest urge a moment ago. How could it just kick into emergency mode with no warning? Holding it in took effort. Driving while holding it in took even more. I tried to clamp down and realized I wasn’t sure which muscles to clamp. I grew tense all over, desperate to fight the growing pain just for just a couple more minutes. Once I had parked my car, I practically sprinted to my front door. I couldn't recall whether I remembered to turn off the headlights, but there was no time to worry about trivialities. I made it to the bathroom with mere seconds to go. As I basked in the feeling of relief, I wondered what the hell had just happened. Could this be related to the episode at the café? Was there some kind of disease that caused nausea AND an overactive bladder? Whatever it was, my life was going to get a lot more difficult if it didn't stop soon. I retrieved the bottle of whiskey from my car and took it inside. I stared at it longingly and contemplated whether I ought to go through with my original plans for the evening. I was really looking forward to drinking my blues away. But opening that bottle meant breaking my promise. Breaking my promise meant displeasing Sandra. And that was a price I could not pay.

Okay, so I have been having this itch to write something based in @bbykimmy's Keeperverse since I read the first story. This is the first story I have ever posted here and indeed, one of the few I have posted online. I hope people will enjoy it though, and I don't have a set schedule on when I will be updating, but I will try to do so as much as I can. So without further ado... To Catch a Falling Star Chapter 1 Niamh Connolly had ceased to exist as far as the world was concerned. Indeed, no longer would the paparazzi chase her like the other stars and rising young actors and actresses, seeking pictures of her in some form of compromising position. No, the paparazzi, if they were truly interested, could easily find numerous examples over the past two weeks of such pictures, but Niamh was no longer newsworthy and so the photographers and talking heads simply disappeared, much like Niamh found the rest of her world doing… * * * Two weeks before... Niamh was running late. Traffic and the repair of a flat tire had caused her to miss her lunch appointment with Ben Anderson, the heartthrob of Hollywood. Cursing the stop and go vagaries of Los Angeles, Niamh struck the steering wheel of her car, wincing only slightly at the dull pain of doing so. Not even the strains of Bohemian Rhapsody could soothe the frustration of the curvaceous redhead. Darn it, why did I have to have a flat tire today of all days?! Of course, she got that flat tire thanks to some idiot with a camera nearly side swiping her brand new BMW, causing her to hit a nasty pothole. Stupid paparazzi! I mean, it is great they are finally paying attention to me, but seriously! That idiot almost hit me! A soft tinkling of bells signalled an incoming phone call, and biting back a soft curse, Niamh answered with a chirpy voice, “Hello, Niamh speaking.” “Ms. Connolly, this is Robert Townsend. We spoke last week?” Instantly, Niamh’s smile became more broad and she nodded, despite knowing he couldn’t see it. “Of course Mr. Townsend. I hope you are well?” “Indeed I am. I wanted to call you because we need you to come back by again today,” she heard him start, causing her heart to begin beating a little faster. “We want you to read for the part of Adrienne again for us.” Giving a little fist pump, Niamh tried to contain her happiness and excitement. Schooling herself into calmness, she quietly replied, “Of course Mr. Townsend. What time would be most convenient for you?” “Well, I hate to sound pushy, but we are really hoping we can have you come in by 2 o’clock Ms. Connolly. We would like to have this done before the weekend.” “Of course sir, I can probably be at your offices in about thirty minutes, depending on traffic,” Niamh replied. She knew better than to keep someone like Robert Townsend waiting, as opportunities to be in his movies didn’t come around to just anyone. “I just need to stop and get something from the store and then I’ll be right there.” She could hear his smile on the other end of the phone as he responded, “That’s fine Ms. Connolly. We’ll be looking forward to seeing you then.” And with a click, the phone went dead. Niamh couldn’t stop herself, her excitement finally bubbling over as she squirmed in her seat, the frustration of the day disappearing into the ether as the opportunity represented by the phone call took precedence. For over two years, ever since graduating from high school, she had worked and sacrificed to get her foot in the door of the film industry. It had been a long struggle and she had spent numerous sleepless nights preparing for auditions. Thankfully, she had landed a few bit parts over the past several months, and gotten exposure thanks to some of that. Enough to land an agent and then be put forward for Robert Townsend’s new blockbuster film. As she finally pulled into a parking spot near a small grocery store, she quickly texted her agent to let him know the news, before receiving his reply to ‘break a leg’ and she smiled as she hurried in to get a ready-made meal to eat on the way to Townsend’s offices. Replaying the last few months, her last role which had set her up for this film had been playing one of those Keeper people. She shook her head at that, not really understanding the idea or the allure of something like that. Though honestly, Niamh was just glad she had been playing the Keeper person, instead of the Pet role in the show. You couldn’t pay me enough to put on those outfits and act like that...I mean, jeez there was no respect or modesty allowed for that girl! While she was thinking that, she looked through the packaged sandwich and salad options available, wishing that they had her artichoke mushroom sandwiches she preferred, but finally grabbing a small caesar salad and avocado chicken sandwich. As she turned to hurry to the check out to pay, she ran headlong into a tall girl who was standing there, losing her grip on the food she had just picked out. “Hey! Watch where yo-” Niamh growled out before suddenly stopping as she looked into the taller girl’s eyes and felt her breath leave her in a gasp. Her heart started to beat rapidly and Niamh could feel her body trembling as she couldn’t stop gazing at the girl, the most beautiful and captivating girl she had ever seen in her life. Her jaw hung open as she continued to stare, spellbound at the taller brunette, not noticing that she was nearly panting while her heart attempted to beat out of her chest. Her glassy eyes started to close as she felt the first touch of the girl’s hand, and despite not knowing anything whatsoever about her, Niamh couldn’t help but feel completely safe and secure, as long as she was near the taller girl. Erika Mason was, like many people in Los Angeles, a little bit starstruck and fascinated by the lives of the actors and actresses that inhabited the city. But she had always felt a bit shy and unsure of approaching those people, not knowing what to say. So she was very surprised to see the rising star Niamh Connolly in the store perusing the ready-made food aisle. Working up her courage, she decided she would take a chance and just try to casually ask for an autograph, once the other girl had picked out what she was getting, since it was rude to interrupt someone shopping just for an autograph. But as the redhead bumped into her and initially reacted rudely, Erika was mesmerized and found herself unable to look away from the sparkling emerald eyes which quickly widened as they gazed at her own chocolate orbs. Her gaze was memorizing every curve and contour of the adorable redhead in front of her as she felt things she had never experienced before within herself, feelings of power and control chief among them, along with the need to get Niamh back to somewhere private. After a time, which seemed like an eternity but logically could only have been a few moments, Erika slowly reached out to run her fingers across the milky white cheek of the shorter girl, and feel her tremble and watch her eyes close. Deciding to take charge, Erika smiled at Niamh and started to slowly guide her out of the store, both of their shopping being forgotten. For Niamh, she didn’t know what to say or do except follow along. Indeed, she was already feeling the craving to be as close as she could be to this other girl. And I still don’t know her name! But I...I need her. Indeed, Niamh followed the other girl quietly, not to her own BMW, but to a rather more modest Honda Civic. However, her body was betraying her as she was feeling warm and uncomfortable, though she had no idea why. “Shhh, it’s okay sweetie. Relax,” the soothing tones from Erika did just that, helping Niamh relax and almost melt just hearing the rich full voice of the most important person she had ever met. She felt like she was floating, weightless and filled with a sense of wonder and happiness, not even registering that Erika was stripping her out of her dress and stockings, leaving her in only her green bra and panties, which were already growing damp as a puddle formed at her feet. Niamh watched as Erika folded up her dress and put it away, not knowing where it went, but unable to truly care as she felt a tiny prick in her arm and looked down to see a probe held against her skin and analyzing the blood from being stuck. Her breathing coming in breathless pants, she felt her eyes widen when the beautiful brunette next spoke. “Well, that confirms that sweet girl,” as Erika smiled at her new pet. “You are a Pet and mine now. And I’ll take good care of you.” Even with how good she felt, Niamh couldn’t help hyperventilating at that news, racking her brain for anything she could remember about pets. “W-w-what’s...what is...your name?” Erika smiled at the smaller girl, her girl now, with stunningly white teeth providing a contrast to her tanned skin. “Sweetie, my name is Erika, but you want to call me Mistress, don’t you?” With a soft reply, Niamh shivered, “E-Erika?” A slight shake of the head greeted that response. “No sweet girl, Mistress. Say it for me, call me Mistress.” Niamh could only stare into the dark brown eyes as she shuddered. “M-m-mistress…” “Good girl!” With that praise, it was like a jolt of electricity struck the petite redhead and traveled down her spine. Her skin flushed as she found herself craving the feelings that simple praise had bestowed upon her. “M-mistress? Wh-what happened?” The look of uncertainty was plain in Niamh’s face, but it was so adorable that Erika couldn’t stop herself from lightly booping her nose. “You are a Pet sweet girl. And I am now your Keeper.” Seeing the reaction and trembling from her new Pet, Erika quickly comforted her. “Shh, don’t worry. I promise I will take good care of you, you won’t have to worry about anything ever again!” “B-but I...I’m supposed to…” “You’re supposed to be a good girl and obey me. Come on, we need to go get you looked at, and I need to find some supplies for you sweet girl. You’re leaving a puddle.” Unable to stop her, unwilling to do anything that would take her away from her new keeper, Niamh submissively got into the trunk and laid down, for the first journey of her new life. She whimpered softly as she realized she wouldn’t be going to a meeting about any film with Robert Townsend now, but her mind was trying to look on the bright side anyways. To Be Continued...

Another side story in the Keeperverse. This is a one-shot that came to me while I was reading a story about a different kink. Be careful what you wish for! -- She lay her head on her friends leg, as they lay on the couch watching TV. Her name was Katherine, but everyone called her Kat, or Kitty. Breaking five feet only when she stood tall, her button nose and large warm brown eyes defined the stereotype of what most people would call a "cute Pet". She wasn't Bound as a Pet though, despite her best efforts, and everyone's expectations, so she lay here with her best friend Kelsey. They had moved in together a year ago, when tragedy had struck and Laurie, who had been Kelsey's pet since they had been Bound during their senior yet of high school to years ago, had passed away from a fast-moving breast cancer that had been caught too late. Today was one year from her passing, and Kat and Kelsey were sharing a glass of wine in Laurie's memory. Kelsey had had a rough time over the last year... the Bind between a Keeper and a Pet was very strong, and when it is severed through tragedy it can wreck the heart of the survivor. Luckily, Kelsey had Kat around to help support and strengthen her, and she had made it through the year. "Kelsey, can I ask you something?" Kat's heart thudded in her chest. She had been over this conversation a million times in her head, but she wasn't sure how it was going to go. Only one way to find out. She had to try. "What if... I mean... could I... would it help..." Well, this was off to about the worst possible start. "Start over. Let me just say it. I'd like to pretend to be your Pet. For like a week, or something." Kelsey didn't kick her off her lap. She didn't even say no. She looked at Kat with a little surprise. "You want to pretend to be my Pet? I can't say I'm surprised though... Ever since I caught you wearing one of Laurie's diapers... it was so big on you!" Kat, seizing the opportunity, jumped in. "I think we could take a vacation... somewhere no one knows us... and I think that I've figured out how to get a registration. I mean, I work at the Department of Pet Registration. We don't even have to do it the whole time... if it doesn't work out for either of us, we just stop... and enjoy a vacation together." Kelsey didn't say anything, so Kat pressed on, her voice gentle. "It's been a long time since you've had a vacation. I have the money saved up; I can pay for the whole thing." Kelsey actually smiled. "You're going to pay for the whole vacation? Let's go to Hawaii then!" "...Really?" Kat couldn't believe that Kelsey had agreed, to the vacation at least. "Really. And you don't have to pay for the whole thing. You're right, I need a vacation, and I've got more than enough time and money saved up. We'll have to talk about... your request... but let's do the vacation either way." Kat hugged Kelsey. "Thank you! I'll start planning. When can we go?" It only took a few days before the vacation was scheduled, vacation time at work arranged, flights purchased, an AirBnB house rented, and shopping for new vacation clothes commenced. It was a few days later, while they were having dinner together while sitting on the couch in the living room watching something on the TV, when Kelsey brought Kat's request back up. "I've been thinking about what you said." At first, Kat was confused. "What I said? When?" "When you suggested the vacation. About wanting to be my Pet. I thought about it, and I'm OK with it. It will be on my terms, though... and that means it will be the whole time, no exceptions. You want to be a Pet? You'll be my Pet from the moment we get to the rental house until we leave. I'll give you a list, and you will need to buy everything on it and have it delivered to the rental house before we get there. Also, you'll need to do whatever registration trick you were talking about so that you are legal. Deal?" Kat was stunned. "Uh, yeah, of course. That's what I wanted, exactly." She smiled and jumped up, realizing her wish was about to come true, if only for a week. She hugged Kelsey. "Thank you thank you thank you!" Kelsey handed cat a handwritten list. Here's your shopping list. I've already talked to the owner, and you can have it all shipped there. He's already got a bunch of Pet equipment there, so you only need what's on the list." Examining the list, Kelsey saw most of what she expected. Restraints, including paws and a muzzle with a gag. Diapers. A leash. A collar. The words 'Registration tags' were underlined twice. The next two weeks were spent on the shopping. Kat went to several local Pet stores, posing as someone looking to buy gifts for a friend who had just become a Keeper. The sales people, after being told that her friend's new Pet was the same size Kat was were more than happy to help her try on the equipment, to make sure everything fit, and then set up a delivery to the address in Hawaii. She even bought diaper samples and spent time wearing each one around the house, looking for what was comfortable. The registration part was easy. While registering a human Pet was an involved process, requiring blood samples and notification of the Pet's family, registering a real animal pet was easy, and the resulting tags and computer records were pretty much the same. So, Kat registered a cat to Kelsey, named, of course, Kat, and took the resulting tags and paperwork home and handed them proudly to Kelsey. The day of the flight, Kat was beside herself in excitement. She wasn't bringing a suitcase at all... Kelsey had reassured her that she wouldn't need anything, being that she would be acting as a Pet the whole time. The flight passed slowly, as Kelsey sat next to Kay, possessively holding her hand, getting her used to the idea of being under Kelsey's control. When the plane landed, as the luggage passed through the arriving luggage scanning portal, an alert buzzer sounded. The tired animal quarantine worker examined the alert and the bag that had caused it. While he has being told that there was a cat in the bag, the luggage in front of clearly had no cat. He could dig in the luggage to figure out why he had been alerted, or... he pushed the 'OK' button. Kelsey collected the 'clearly not containing a cat' bag from the luggage belt. A quick stop at the rental car counter, and they were on their way. Kat's excitement was growing by the minute, and she was almost bouncing up and down on the seat. Kelsey smiled, enjoying her close friend's obvious happiness and anticipation. It would be nice to have a Pet again, even if were a pretend Pet, just for a while. They finally pulled up to the house, a beautiful ocean front property full of greenery. Kat started to run inside to see the place before she heard a commanding "Stop". Even not being bound, Kelsey's voice was a powerful one, and Kat stopped. "Wait here, in the car. I'm going to get a few things. As I promised, you'll be in Pet mode the whole time, until we leave. OK?" Kat nodded, and sat back down in her seat in the car. Kelsey took her suitcase inside while Kat waited and drank in the view of the ocean in front of them. A few minutes later, Kelsey returned. She was carrying a large bag. "OK, get in the back seat, and strip." Kat had known the moment was coming, but she had never been naked in front of her friend. The personal boundaries in the apartment they shared had always blocked that. With a mix of embarrassment and excitement, Kat moved to the large back seat, and took her clothes off. Shoes, socks. The dress she was wearing. Her bra. Her underwear. As she removed each item, it disappeared into a bag that Kelsey held. "Lay back." Kat lay back and felt the bulk of a diaper being placed under her, and then pulled up between her legs. It felt... heavenly. It was real. She wasn't just trying a diaper on, or playing in the apartment for an hour. She was going to get to be a Pet. "Ok, sit up, and let's get you into your restraints." As Kat sat up, she heard the crinkle of the fluffy diaper, and pressed in pleasing ways on her excited crotch. She sat up. First one hand was fully inserted into the mitt, which went up to mid-arm and locked, and then the other. With the mitts on, she knew she was committed. When the paws were put on her feet, keeping her ankles near her thighs, she wriggled around a little. She felt exactly like she had imagined, restrained, but comfortable. She was getting very, very turned on. "Almost done. Any last words?" Kat shook her head, and Kelsey placed the muzzle, with it's gag to keep her silent, on her face, pulling the straps firmly and locking them. Last came the collar. It was a beautiful pink leather collar, and Kelsey had attached the registration tags to the locking buckle. They jingled lightly as the collar was fit around her neck and locked. She closed her eyes. It was done. She felt something attach to the front of her collar. "Heel." She was pulled forward, out of the SUV, landing somewhat ungracefully on the ground. Ungainly at first, not used to walking on all fours, she followed her friend into the house. It was beautiful, but she had little time to examine it as they passed through and out to the back yard, near the ocean. There was a fenced area, and Kat soon found herself in the pen. Kelsey bent down, her face at the level of Kat's face. "I'm going to settle in. You should relax, and practice moving in the restraints, OK? Oh, and don't forget, you should use your diaper often so you get used to it. I'll bring a water bottle so you stay hydrated." Kat didn't have a choice, really, so she nodded, and Kelsey went back in the house. The next two days were filled with new experiences for Kat, and familiar comforts for Kelsey, as they got used to acting as a Keeper/Pet pair. Kat got into the role quickly and easily, learning to walk comfortably on her leash at Kelsey's side. Kat spent nights in the Pet cage that was in the house, while Kelsey enjoyed the comfortable bed. Kelsey didn't give Kat any chance to back out, not that Kat would have taken it even if offered. On the third day, they were walking past a local golf course. Kat was on a short leash which was clipped to Kelsey's belt, so that Kelsey could use her phone to play her games while on a walk. Kat was, as was normal, muzzled and gagged, kept at a tight heel by the leash. Suddenly, there was a 'thunk', and Kelsey dropped. A golf ball landed next to her. Kat started screaming, trying to determine if Kelsey was OK, but through her gag only faint noises were audible. She couldn't help, bound as she was, her short leash still attached to Kelsey's belt. Some people came running, yelling "Call an ambulance!" Someone unhooked her leash and moved her away as she tried to get closer to her friend, clipping her leash to a fence pole ten feet from her fallen friend, out of the way. She couldn't see what was happening through the people. Soon the ambulance showed up. They put her on a stretcher, and Kat was glad to see that they didn't pull the sheet all the way over her. Someone finally looked in Kat's direction. "What about her Pet?" One of the EMTs looked back has Kelsey's stretcher was pushed into the ambulance. "We have a Pet cage in here. Bring'er over." Kat soon found herself in a small cage at the front of the ambulance. No one had talked to her or ungagged her to ask her anything about her friend but... then again, she was just supposed to be a Pet. The hospital was a frantic whirlwind of activity, and Kat was left in her cage as Kelsey was whisked off. A few minutes passed until a young woman approached wearing a 'Pet Comfort Volunteer'. "Hi dear, I'm here to help you. Your Keeper is being sent into surgery, but she's going to be OK. I'm going to bring you down to our Pet kennel here in the hospital, where you can be taken care of until you can be with your Keeper again. OK?" Kat nodded. Not like she had a choice. The volunteer opened Kat's cage and attached a leash to her collar. Kat was led through the ER, through a maze of hallways, down a floor, another maze of hallways, until they arrived at a door labeled, 'Pet (Human) Care Center and Kennel'. The waiting room had a number of cages, a few of them containing Pets. The volunteer walked Kat over to one and opened it. Kat entered, and the cage door was closed. "Someone will be here to help you in a while, OK? I'm sure everything will be OK." Thirty minutes passed, and Kat's diaper was wet and getting wetter. Someone in pink scrubs came into the room and took the other Pets one by one through the far door. Eventually it was Kat's turn. The woman in pink came to her cage, and opened a hatch. She allowed the leash to be attached to her collar before the cage door was opened and she could get out, following the firm tug of the leash through the doors. She was led to what looked like a silver cage with a lot of hatches, and obediently entered. The woman pressed a button, and the cage raised up to table height. "OK, who do we have here?" The woman pointed a device at Kat's neck, but nothing happened. "No chip? Unusual. Well, you do have tags on at least," the volunteer said mostly to herself. As she came around to the front of the cage, Kat saw her name tag. "Brandy - Pet Care Services". Brandy opened a hatch in the front, turning Kat's registration tags so she could read the number. "780-234-1285" She wrote the number on a pad, and went over to a computer. She typed the number in. "Are you Kat?" She looked at Kat. Kat nodded, fearful of what she would find in the record. "OK, your Keeper is... right, ok, she's in recovery. Looks like her status is good, by the way, but I'm sure they'll give her some rest for a day or two before release. But you'll be OK, right?" Kat nodded. "OK, this is weird. Your registration lists you as a cat. Kat, cat. Funny. Someone was joking around I think. It also shows that you came into Hawaii on Sunday, and since you're here and not in a quarantine kennel on Oahu I will assume that you are not a cat. Also, you don't look like a cat. The good news is I can fix this..." Kat wasn't sure what to think. She had found the false record... but... she was ignoring the fact that it said that she was a cat, and just fixing it? Kat knew that Brandy must have some serious permissions within the registration system if she could 'just fix that'. It made her nervous. "OK, this is really weird. There must have been some sort of computer glitch. All you blood test records and such are gone. I think somehow your record and a cat's got intermixed. Well, I can fix that too. We deal with a lot of newly bound here." At this point, Kat just wished Brandy would transition to an internal monologue so that she wouldn't know just how screwed she was. She felt a prick as a blood sample was taken. Now she was really going to be marked as a Pet. She started to panic. This couldn't be happening. How could she go back to normal life after vacation when she was legally marked as a Pet? She started to hyperventilate. Brandy noticed and came over, stroking her head. "I know you're worried about your Keeper... it's OK, she's going to be fine, and soon you'll be back together as Pet and Keeper forever, right?" Kat's eyes got wide. Forever? Pet? That wasn't what she wanted! Brandy went around behind the cage, and suddenly she felt a cold draft as her diaper fell away. She blushed... only Kelsey had ever seen her like this. She felt a cold wipe on her crotch, and then the warm dry bulk of a diaper much thicker than what she had been wearing was taped between her legs. "OK, I'm all done with you. Since you're going to be with us for a little while we have a nice comfortable kennel run open right now, so I'm going to put you over there." Her leash was reattached, the cage door opened, and she was led firmly to a wire door, which was opened. She was guided inside, and her leash removed. The door closed, and clicked. "There is food and water here in these nipples that you can get to through your gag. Relax. Good girl." Now she was in trouble. Kat was only there for about a day before Brandy came in. Rather than her every-few-hours diaper change and feeding, this time she was cleaned much more throughly than normal before being diapered. Rather than being led back to her cage, she was to the waiting room, where another volunteer was waiting. Now Kat was excited. She knew what was going to happen! Kelsey was going to be released. With a grin on her face and a light heart, the maze of hallways was a blur. Kat saw Kelsey sitting in a wheelchair, her clothes on. The volunteer handed Kats's leash to Kelsey, and admonished Kat to get off the wheelchair, where she was trying to hug her friend despite all the restraints. A taxi ride home, and they were back at the rental house. Finally, after a day, Kat's gag was removed. She noticed that the muzzle stayed, though. "Oh Kelsey, are you OK? I was so worried!" Kat burst into tears as she could finally release her words and emotions. Kelsey sat on the floor, holding Kat tight. "I'm ok. I was knocked out, and they held me to watch for a concussion, but I'm ok now. It's all OK." "Uh, Kelsey, it might not be OK." Kat told her about Brandy, and how she had 'fixed' the registration. "Well, that explains something... I got a text from your mother yesterday." "You... got a text from... my Mom?" "Yeah. It just said, 'Congratulation's it's about time, and we're all very happy for you both.' I had thought she had made a typo or sent the message to the wrong person, so I didn't reply, but..." "If Brandy completed my registration..." "Then your family was notified..." "And now everyone thinks I'm a Pet and you own me." Kat and Kelsey thought for a moment, staring at the beautiful ocean view through the window. Kelsey was the first to speak. "Is it so bad? It's what you've wanted anyway. And... I enjoy it too..." Kat looked at her friend. "This is what I've wanted, and I want you to be my Keeper, but... do we pretend... forever? "You know, it's not pretending any more. The legal aspect is done. I own you, and your property, and everything, and I am legally required to care for you now, like it or not. Have you ever heard of a case where a Keeper/Pet relationship was undone? I mean, you work at the department of registrations. Surely if it happened you'd be familiar." Kate realized she was right. It didn't happen. The legal aspect was clear. She was Kelsey's Pet. She lay her head on Kelsey's leg. Turning her head, she took her nose and placed it on her friend's crotch. The bars of her muzzle kept her just out of reach, but she flicked her tongue, signaling her interest in consummating their unconventional relationship. Maybe her Keeper would reciprocate. It was, of course, what everyone expected, so she might as well enjoy it.

Hey guys and gals of DD. This is a short story based off of the world of "Keeper's Pet" by our own lovely @bbykimmy. I feel that a lot of the world-building here can either be inferred or is unnecessary to the enjoyment of the story. That said, I will post a link to her work below for those of you who want to see more of this world. Now then, without further ado... After the rain has fallen I always hated storms. Even before the Bond. Thunder scared me, though I have no idea why. My logical mind told me there was nothing to be scared of. Master told me the same. But each peal of that earth-shaking noise in my sensitive ears caused me to yelp in surprise just the same. At least this wasn't a bad storm. A bad storm could reduce me to a sobbing puddle on the floor. And Master always hated seeing me that way. Still, as I stared beyond the shallow reflection of blond curls and wire-frame glasses in the window I couldn’t help but watch the man crawling on all-fours in front of his Keeper out on the sidewalk. Naked except for the kneepads and the plastic pants covering his diaper to protect it from the rain while the woman holding his leash walked behind under the protection of a purple umbrella. And yet here I was: warm, dry, able to move about as I pleased, given more freedom than most pets could ever dream of. And I envied him. I often wondered what was wrong with me. Any Unbound would think me the luckiest Pet in the world to have a Keeper who's so lenient. Most pets are tied up in one room all day while their Keeper is at works. Whereas I have freedom to go wherever I want, even outside as long as I don't leave the property line. Most Pets are conditioned to use their diapers and wait to be changed. But my Master evidently has no desire to deal with dirty diapers so he lets me use the toilet or change myself as necessary. He only changes me on rare occasions where I'm unable to do it myself. Like during a bad storm. So I guess storms aren't always a bad thing. As long as Master is around. Most Pets had to wait for their Masters to decide when and if and how to satisfy their more primal urges. But my Master doesn't seem to have any desire to have his way with me. To the point that I'm fairly certain he must be impotent. So to help me with my needs he bought me a vibrator and gave me permission to use it whenever I needed it. As long as I put my muzzle on first. Honestly I probably go through more diapers that way than through accidents. But it's not the same. I want Him! “Ugh, what's wrong with me?” I asked the reflection in the window who mouthed the words back in perfect imitation. I loved my Master dearly. But sometimes it feels like he… My entire body perked up as the red Dodge Ram pulled into the driveway. I ran over to the door and waited to hear his boots climb the three steps of our porch before I open the door for him. Thud. Thud. Thud. Open. “Welcome home, Master.” “Hey, Myrtle.” he reached up and scratched behind my ear, sending me into momentary bliss after going the whole day without his touch. And just as quickly as it came he removed his hand from my head and the bliss was gone. That was probably going to be the most affection he showed me tonight and I had to suppress a whimper at that thought. He took off his raincoat and put it in the closet. “So how was your day, sweetie? Apart from the rain, of course.” “Oh, it was fine.” Fine being another word for ‘Dull and Miserable as always.’ But no Pet would ever say something like that to their Master, certainly not after a hard day’s work. “Well that's good.” Neither of us were very good conversationalists. He takes off his boots. “So what were you thinking for dinner?” I hated it when he asked me that. I hate making decisions, especially when it affects more than just me. Yet another reason I wish my Keeper could be more like other Keepers. “Oh, uhh… m-maybe I could whip up some s-steak and potatoes?” That was probably a pretty safe bet. “Do we have enough for both of us?” I blinked. “B-b-both of us? Y-you don't have to waste a steak on me Ma-” I was suddenly cut off when we put his hand behind my ear again. My head instinctively pushed into his hand and for a moment there was no thought, no worry, no storm, just me and my Master’s beautiful hand. “It's not a waste if it makes you happy. I'm allowed to spoil my girl every once in a while.” “Y-yes Master!” I wasn’t even cognizant of what I was saying. My entire brain was focused on the fingernails digging into scalp. Even after he removed his hand it took my brain several seconds to come back into focus. I know this because when I opened my eyes again Master was no longer in front of me, but in the kitchen rummaging through the fridge. I made my way over to him once I finally remembered how to use my legs and he pulled out the steaks. “See? Plenty enough for the both of us.” Part of me still wanted to object. Even though most of our senses were heightened when we Bonded, Pets had very little sense of taste. I wouldn't find much more enjoyment in a steak than I would with my normal pet food. But ultimately my submissive instincts won out. “Yes Master.” “Good. I'm going to go take a shower. Try not to burn the house down while I'm gone.” I don't know why he made jokes like that. The thought of my own clumsiness or incompetence causing my Master’s house to go up in flames was almost enough to bring me to tears right there in the kitchen. Even though I had no conditioning stopping me from leaving the house if I set it on fire, I'm not sure if I could live with myself afterwards… A boom of thunder shook the house and I dropped down to the floor and started sobbing as my bladder let loose into my as-of-yet dry diaper. I hated storms so much. Why did thunder always sound so angry? I didn't do anything wrong! So why does the sky keep yelling at me? “It's okay, Myrtle.” my Master’s voice wrapped around me like a security blanket as his hand rubbed my back in little circles. I thought he left to take a shower? Did he forget something? “It's just a storm, Sweetie. It'll pass.” His soothing tone had an even greater calming effect on me than his touch. I probably would've melted into a puddle on the floor if he hadn't grabbed me and lifted me back up into a standing position, causing me to yelp in surprise. “Want me to just order Chinese instead?” He… No, he's not supposed to change his dinner plans for me! I'm the Pet! He's the Master! Why can't he just understand that? I wipe my eyes. “N-no. I'm fine. Go take your shower.” It was a strange dichotomy: Most new Pets have two Selves--the Pet and the Human--which war with each other daily until the pet side finally chokes out the last remnant of Humanity and they accept their new life. But for me, my two natures both want to please my Master, but in different ways. Part of me wanted him to not make such a big fuss over me. While the other part wanted nothing more than to be fawned over and loved on until he sends me into Sensory Overload. But he hasn't even tried to do since shortly after Bonding with me. “Well, as long as you're sure.” And with that he left me again with a strange combinatorial of satisfaction for pleasing him and a longing to have his hands on me. I sighed and started prepping dinner. My diaper could wait till later. I wasn’t a very good cook before I was a Pet. But since cooking was one of the few tasks Master would actually let me do for him I pushed myself to learn, reading as many cook books as he would buy me. Of course since my taste buds are so dull I can only go by Master’s praise to know if I'm getting better. He insists that I have, but sometimes I feel like he's just saying that to keep me from bawling. I hate to see him unhappy, but it's also hard to please him when he won't be honest about when I displease him. He came back out of the bathroom wearing his dark blue bathrobe and took a whiff of the air. “Smells good, Myrtle.” Now there was something we could agree on. “Th-thank you, Master. It's almost ready.” I heard him rummaging around the silverware drawer intending to set the table. Yet another opportunity to serve him taken away from me. Well, at least I could do the dishes afterwards… I brought the plates over and he let me sit down first. He even helped me with my chair. I'd told him before that he shouldn't bother with that. I'm not his wife, I'm his property. But he would have none of it. I think the archaic and wholly unnecessary ritual somehow made him feel like a gentleman or something. Go figure. He sat down across from me and took a bite of the potatoes. He always started with the side dish. Then he took a bite of the steak. I waited for his verdict with bated breath, as if this were my trial and he held the power to set me free or give me the death penalty. “It's perfect.” He flashed a slight smile at me and my body let out the breath I'd been involuntary holding for the past thirty seconds. “Thank you, Master.” “Go ahead and dig in before it gets cold.” And that's exactly what I did. From what little I could still taste it was delicious. Maybe I really am a good cook? And the texture was a lot more pleasant than my dry cereal-like Pet food. Dinner was mostly silent aside from the rain which was beginning to fizzle out and the occasional scraping of a knife against the plate. A sound which caused me to wince whenever either of us was unfortunately enough to make it. Once we were finished I quickly gathered up the plates. “Thank you for giving me steak, Master.” “Leave the dishes until later. I've got something to show you.” I stopped dead in my tracks at his order and looked at him in utter confusion. “Did I forget one of my chores, Master?” “What? No, no I've got a surprise for you.” And with that he goes to the living room. I followed him before my mind stalled trying to think of what he could possibly mean. “You know it’s been almost two months since we Bonded? It sure is crazy how time flies.” He points to a shoe box with a big red bow on top of it like a birthday present on the coffee table. “For you, my darling.” “You… You bought me a present?” I approach it cautiously, as if it might explode at any moment. “W-why?” It wasn't an anniversary. It wasn't my birthday. And even if it were both he shouldn't be buying me things. Whatever it is, I've done nothing to deserve it. “Just open it, will ya?” I knew he didn't mean it as an order, but nonetheless I threw myself at the box and tore the lid off. Inside was a black leather collar with a thin pair of pink stripes running along the length. “I know pink is your favorite color. And since I don't really care for pink I thought this was a nice compromise.” “You… You didn't have to…” “You've been wearing the same cheep-o brown collar since day one. I decided it was high time I bought you a proper one.” I held it in my hand. Felt the smooth leather glide across my fingertips. This was high-quality craftsmanship. It easily could've cost several hundred dollars! I started bawling right then and there and my bladder voided again. He quickly wrapped his arms around me from behind. “So I take it you like it, then?” “I… I love it!” I managed between sobs. The collar, the steak, the storm, his touch, it was all just too much for me. I think I must’ve passed out because when my mind returned I was being cradled in his arms on the couch. “H-how long was I out?” “A couple minutes. Are you okay now?” I sniffled. “Y-yeah, I think so.” I rested my head on his shoulder. I knew he would want me to get up. But this felt so good to both my natures. I just wanted to prolong it for as long as I could. “You wanna try on your new collar?” “Hmm? Oh, y-yes please, Master.” He helps me sit up in his lap and I feel my diaper squish against his leg causing my face to turn beet red. He's probably disgusted by having my wet diaper against him right now. I'm so disgusting. He gives me the opportunity and ability to use the toilet like a person and I still end up pissing myself like a baby. Why am I always such a… “There. How's it feel?” I was so caught up in my internal panic that I completely forgot about the collar. I reached up and felt the cool leather against my skin. It felt heavenly compared to my old, itchy collar. “I love it, Master.” And with that I decided it would be best to get up and go change so I might not appear so gross to him. But as I tried to stand he pulled me back against him eliciting a yelp from me. “Did I say you could get up?” And with that he turned on the tv. We always watched shows together in the evening. But I usually sat next to him. Occasionally he would let me sit at his feet. But never on his lap! His strong arms wrapped around me pinning my arms helplessly to me sides. I felt his hot breath on my neck as the opening theme song of the Monkees played. My heart was racing and I felt different heat rising inside my diaper. I was definitely going to need my Vibe tonight. I knew I shouldn't say anything. I should just shut up and enjoy whatever this was before my Master came to his senses and returned to his old ways. But my curiosity and confusion got the best of me in the end. “M-Master?” I squeaked timidly. “Yeah?” “Y-you never let me sit in your lap. D-d-did something happen today?” He sighed. “You could say that,” panic rose in my chest for several excruciating seconds before he continued. “I had a talk with a friend today. He's a Keeper like me. Well, not quite like me, because he actually knows what he's doing.” I smelled it on him: shame. He felt like a failure as a Keeper. Suddenly all my thoughts about wishing he were like other Keepers came crashing in on top of me. I felt so guilty. If I hadn't already cried myself out I'm sure I would've started sobbing again. I was a horrible Pet for ever thinking any such thing about my wonderful, beautiful Master. “Master I…” “Let me finish. I… I never expected to be a Keeper. I hoped to God I didn't become a pet--no offense--but I never expected any of this. And because of that I think I've been neglecting some of your needs.” He moved his hand up to the sweet spot behind my ear and my voice came out in a shuttering gasp. “Ohhh Master…” “I'm not gonna promise everything will be perfect. Certainly not right away. But you're my favorite girl in the whole wide world and it's about time I started showing you just how much you mean to me.” My eyes shot wide open and all the breath in my lungs seemed to be snatched away as his strong, right hand pressed into the front of my soggy, swollen diaper. It felt like someone had just stuck a cattle prod in my pussy and I saw stars in the corners of my vision. When his hand started rubbing back and forth my mind completely shut down and the animal took over, moans and whimpers quickly giving way to howls and screams of ecstasy. It took him less than a minute to bring me to my first orgasm. First. I thought he would stop there but instead he switched hands and started working me again. After three more orgasms he stuck his hand inside the front of my soggy, sticky diaper and started fingering me directly. I couldn’t think. Every nerve in my body burned with pleasure. Sight, smell, taste and hearing all shut down as my brain devoted all of its energy into amplifying my sense of touch. Nothing existed apart from his hands on me and his lips on the back of my neck. I had gone to Heaven and I didn't even need to die to get there. If you wanna check out the original story "Keeper's Pet" then you kind find it here: