Pet Play. Том 1.
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Акула пера
1/29/2005, 1:08:14 AM
(Catboy @ 28.01.2005 - время: 18:14) Polly, а ты английский хорошо знаешь? )
До недавнего времени хорошо знала, а на что ты намекаешь?
До недавнего времени хорошо знала, а на что ты намекаешь?
Catboy
Мастер
1/29/2005, 1:56:56 AM
У меня есть несколько прекрасных текстов, на английском ) Рассказики, но не мои ) Воть... А вообще, один из сценариев, на первой странице, не дописан, правда... Вполне можно примерно также поиграть и с девушкой
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Акула пера
1/29/2005, 2:07:15 AM
(Catboy @ 28.01.2005 - время: 22:56) У меня есть несколько прекрасных текстов, на английском ) Рассказики, но не мои ) Воть... А вообще, один из сценариев, на первой странице, не дописан, правда... Вполне можно примерно также поиграть и с девушкой
Сценарий? А почему я его не заметила? Ты, часом, не рассказ имеешь в виду?
А текстики давай - поперевожу уж, если там терминологии специфичной не очень много... На мыло их мне, ок?
Пасибки заранее
Сценарий? А почему я его не заметила? Ты, часом, не рассказ имеешь в виду?
А текстики давай - поперевожу уж, если там терминологии специфичной не очень много... На мыло их мне, ок?
Пасибки заранее
Catboy
Мастер
1/29/2005, 2:30:39 AM
Да, я их сюда кину, можт ещё кто почитает...
Ну, да, рассказик )
Не стал его оформлять, как сценарий... сухо получилось бы )
Ну, да, рассказик )
Не стал его оформлять, как сценарий... сухо получилось бы )
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Акула пера
1/29/2005, 3:39:53 AM
(Catboy @ 28.01.2005 - время: 23:30) Да, я их сюда кину, можт ещё кто почитает...
Ну да, устрой практикум по английскому языку
Можно ещё конкурс на лучший перевод объявить...
А насчёт рассказа - честно скажу, лень читать было. Сейчас пожалуй этим и займусь...
Ну да, устрой практикум по английскому языку
Можно ещё конкурс на лучший перевод объявить...
А насчёт рассказа - честно скажу, лень читать было. Сейчас пожалуй этим и займусь...
Catboy
Мастер
1/29/2005, 4:23:50 AM
The Purr-fect Slave
Master Christophe sat back and watched Snowbell, his large black and white cat, playing with his toy mouse. There was nothing Christophe enjoyed more in his spare time than watching his cats - Snowbell and Tinkerbell - playing, eating, doing anything; it had got to a stage where he found it almost erotic to sit and watch them lick carefully at their plates of moist cat food, or use their skilful paws to athletically flick their ball across the floor of his lounge, or drink their milk with just the use of their tongues.
Alyssa, Master Christophe's slave, walked into the room and kneeled obediently next to the large, brown, leather armchair in which her master sat. She loved Master Christophe; she loved the way his short black hair came to a point on the nape of his neck, the way he smiled at her when she did things well, the way he stroked her long blonde hair as though she were some kind of animal.
"Isn't that just a beautiful sight?" Master Christophe asked his slave, motioning towards the two large cats - one black and white, the other ginger with brown patches which almost resembled stripes - who were now playing raucously with one another in the centre of the room.
"Yes, Master, very beautiful. They look so... so... happy, Sir."
"And Alyssa, do you think that you'd be happy with the life of a cat?"
"Well, Sir," Alyssa hesitated a little, "I... I... I'm not sure, Master."
"Just imagine your days: playing with your toys, drinking your milk, sleeping in front of the fire...."
"It sounds very nice, Sir."
Master Christophe smiled; Alyssa was always very easy to persuade into things and therefore he had to be very careful only to persuade her to do the things that he was almost certain that she would enjoy.
"Go to your room, Alyssa. There are some things for you on the bed; I want you to put them on and bring yourself back down here as quickly as possible."
Alyssa raced up the wooden staircase in the corner of the lounge to her room; she had to be quick because she didn't want to make Master angry with her for wasting valuable "play time". She opened her bedroom door and walked in, there in front of her, on the bed, were all of her items of feline attire. She quickly slipped off her short black satin dress that she was used to wearing around the house, and pulled on the black furry cat suit which her master had laid out for her. It felt nice as she slipped it on over her naked pussy and breasts; as she pulled up the hood of the suit she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror: she looked unbelievably feline.... and she loved it! The hood of the cat suit, which had two small pink furry ears attached to it, tied under her chin and felt a little uncomfortable at first, but she knew that she would eventually get used to it; she had to get used to it: for Master. As she sat down on the bed to pull on the pair of white fur-covered "feet", she suddenly realised exactly what she was doing; her imagination went wild about the things which she would participate in as a "cat", her pussy grew wetter and she feared that her pussy juice might leak through her "fur". Trying to put the erotic thoughts to the back of her mind, she reached for the wide black leather collar lying on the duvet next to her; as she picked it up, she shook it a little and the two bells attached to it rattled and she smiled to herself. As she read the tag on her collar she started grinning with satisfaction; just five simple letters were enough to drive her imagination wild: "Kitty". Finally she pulled on the white furry gloves - her "paws" - and she was done. She was a proper cat.
Alyssa quickly got up off her bed and rushed back downstairs to the lounge where Master was sitting, his eyes still on Snowbell and Tinkerbell who were now curled up in front of the warm open fire. Master Christophe turned and smiled at his new cat slave:
"Wonderful.... Kitty. How do you feel? Come over here, baby."
Alyssa opened her mouth to speak and tell her master how nice she felt, but he placed a finger on her lips.
"No, Kitty," he said firmly. "Cats show their pleasure by purring or meowing. Now, let's try again: how do you feel?"
Alyssa purred loudly and rubbed herself against Master Christophe's legs; he could tell that she was enjoying this, especially when he reached down between her legs and felt her soaking wet pussy. He felt a little sorry for her at this point because she would not be permitted to orgasm at any time during her week as a cat; looking down at her he realised something was missing. Master Christophe sat in thought for a long time, Alyssa weaving herself in and out of his thighs the whole time, he just couldn't think what was missing; he turned his eyes to Snowbell and looked carefully at him: "ah! Now that's what she needs," he thought.
Master Christophe walked over to the cupboard in the corner and reached inside into the darkness, pulling out two rather barbaric looking clamps with fibres attached to them. He walked back over to where Alyssa was now sitting beside the fire in a very cat-like position with her new friends Tinkerbell and Snowbell. Master Christophe sat down in the large armchair and called Alyssa to his feet:
"Kitty, come here, baby. There's a good girl. In front of me. That's it, baby. Now this will hurt a little, sweetie. Show your emotion, Kitty."
Master Christophe took the two small clamps and placed them, one on each cheek; Alyssa began to scream in pain. Master Christophe smacked her back hard with his heavy hand, trying to remind her of her new place within his household, and she began to screech in a loud, feline fashion.
"Shhhh, I know, Kitty. They're your whiskers, baby."
The pain quickly subsided and Alyssa once again rubbed around her Master's knees, purring loudly, thanking him for making her look like a proper little cat.
Master Christophe watched his three cats playing together in the kitchen as he was preparing supper for himself and his feline companions; they were patting their ball to each other; Alyssa fitted in so well with Snowbell and Tinkerbell; she really was beautiful as a cat.
"Ok, babies, dinner time," Master Christophe cooed as he placed three plates of wet cat food on the floor. Alyssa held back, as if not realising that one of the plates was for her, as if not knowing how to eat without hands.
"Come on, Kitty, this is for you too. Right here next to Snowbell," Master Christophe pointed to the plates and sat down beside her; he took up some food on his index finger and placed his finger next to her mouth; Alyssa, knowing what was expected, licked earnestly at what had been offered to her. Master Christophe gently pushed Alyssa's head closer to the plate and she began to eat; watching Snowbell on her left, she realised that he was managing with much less difficulty than her, and she was jealous of the way he could just take mouthfuls and get nothing on his fur. Alyssa was very hungry by the time she was fed her first meal as a cat and not at all apprehensive of eating cat food; in fact, she found it tasted rather nice, filling her up beautifully. After she had eaten she followed Tinkerbell and Snowbell across the room to their bowls of milk; the cat food had made her very thirsty and she drank quickly, gulping down mouthful after mouthful of milk. Afterwards, when dinner was finished, Master called all three of his cats through to the lounge; he made Alyssa do cat-like things all evening: roll over onto her back, play dead, shake the long silky tail which hung off the cat suit between her legs. When she padded over to him she pressed her face into his knee and tried to point out that her face was dirty; Master Christophe could tell what she was trying to show him:
"Yes, Kitty. I know your face is dirty. You dirty little pussy, now you go and clean yourself like Tinkerbell and Snowbell." Alyssa went back and sat with the other two cats and began licking her paw, choking on a little piece of fur as she did so, and washing herself with her front paws. She enjoyed washing like this; she felt so sexy when she was feline like this. Master was delighted with Alyssa's progress and stroked her until she was purring very loudly and very happily.
"Do you need the toilet now, Kitty? I expect you do, yes?"
Alyssa meowed in the obvious affirmative.
"Okay, Kit, follow me outside. Come here a sec, just before we go out."
Master Christophe reached underneath her and undid the zip in the crotch of the catsuit; a little pussy juice seeped out and he once again felt sorry that Alyssa would not be allowed to gain relief for quite some time.
Master Christophe walked out of the door and Alyssa padded behind him. It was cold and bitter outside; she didn't know how some cats could stay outside all the time: "They must get chilled to their little furry insides," she thought.
She found a place on the grass and knelt down and did her business. Master Christophe had often made her go to the toilet when she was outside as a "normal" slave and so this trip into the grass did not cause any problem for Kitty: if anything, it heightened her enjoyment of her feline experience.
"Dry yourself on the grass, Kit."
She did as instructed and rubbed herself along a stretch of dry grass.
"Good girl," said Master Christophe; obviously pleased by her, "Time to go back indoors."
She spent the rest of her evening and that week happily indulging in feline fun. She even learned how to eat without getting her fur dirty. Master Christophe smiled at her when she came back down stairs after changing out of her feline clothes:
"Did you enjoy that, Alyssa?"
Alyssa, forgetting herself, purred before realising she was no longer a cat.
"Yes, Sir, when can we do it again?"
At this point, Master Christophe realised that Alyssa had found the perfect fulfilment is a role as her master's play thing; Master Christophe liked to see her dressed as a cat, and she enjoyed being dressed in such a way.
"Well, what's the point of ever stopping. Go back upstairs and get changed again. You make the purr-fect addition to my little feline family."
Master Christophe sat back and watched Snowbell, his large black and white cat, playing with his toy mouse. There was nothing Christophe enjoyed more in his spare time than watching his cats - Snowbell and Tinkerbell - playing, eating, doing anything; it had got to a stage where he found it almost erotic to sit and watch them lick carefully at their plates of moist cat food, or use their skilful paws to athletically flick their ball across the floor of his lounge, or drink their milk with just the use of their tongues.
Alyssa, Master Christophe's slave, walked into the room and kneeled obediently next to the large, brown, leather armchair in which her master sat. She loved Master Christophe; she loved the way his short black hair came to a point on the nape of his neck, the way he smiled at her when she did things well, the way he stroked her long blonde hair as though she were some kind of animal.
"Isn't that just a beautiful sight?" Master Christophe asked his slave, motioning towards the two large cats - one black and white, the other ginger with brown patches which almost resembled stripes - who were now playing raucously with one another in the centre of the room.
"Yes, Master, very beautiful. They look so... so... happy, Sir."
"And Alyssa, do you think that you'd be happy with the life of a cat?"
"Well, Sir," Alyssa hesitated a little, "I... I... I'm not sure, Master."
"Just imagine your days: playing with your toys, drinking your milk, sleeping in front of the fire...."
"It sounds very nice, Sir."
Master Christophe smiled; Alyssa was always very easy to persuade into things and therefore he had to be very careful only to persuade her to do the things that he was almost certain that she would enjoy.
"Go to your room, Alyssa. There are some things for you on the bed; I want you to put them on and bring yourself back down here as quickly as possible."
Alyssa raced up the wooden staircase in the corner of the lounge to her room; she had to be quick because she didn't want to make Master angry with her for wasting valuable "play time". She opened her bedroom door and walked in, there in front of her, on the bed, were all of her items of feline attire. She quickly slipped off her short black satin dress that she was used to wearing around the house, and pulled on the black furry cat suit which her master had laid out for her. It felt nice as she slipped it on over her naked pussy and breasts; as she pulled up the hood of the suit she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror: she looked unbelievably feline.... and she loved it! The hood of the cat suit, which had two small pink furry ears attached to it, tied under her chin and felt a little uncomfortable at first, but she knew that she would eventually get used to it; she had to get used to it: for Master. As she sat down on the bed to pull on the pair of white fur-covered "feet", she suddenly realised exactly what she was doing; her imagination went wild about the things which she would participate in as a "cat", her pussy grew wetter and she feared that her pussy juice might leak through her "fur". Trying to put the erotic thoughts to the back of her mind, she reached for the wide black leather collar lying on the duvet next to her; as she picked it up, she shook it a little and the two bells attached to it rattled and she smiled to herself. As she read the tag on her collar she started grinning with satisfaction; just five simple letters were enough to drive her imagination wild: "Kitty". Finally she pulled on the white furry gloves - her "paws" - and she was done. She was a proper cat.
Alyssa quickly got up off her bed and rushed back downstairs to the lounge where Master was sitting, his eyes still on Snowbell and Tinkerbell who were now curled up in front of the warm open fire. Master Christophe turned and smiled at his new cat slave:
"Wonderful.... Kitty. How do you feel? Come over here, baby."
Alyssa opened her mouth to speak and tell her master how nice she felt, but he placed a finger on her lips.
"No, Kitty," he said firmly. "Cats show their pleasure by purring or meowing. Now, let's try again: how do you feel?"
Alyssa purred loudly and rubbed herself against Master Christophe's legs; he could tell that she was enjoying this, especially when he reached down between her legs and felt her soaking wet pussy. He felt a little sorry for her at this point because she would not be permitted to orgasm at any time during her week as a cat; looking down at her he realised something was missing. Master Christophe sat in thought for a long time, Alyssa weaving herself in and out of his thighs the whole time, he just couldn't think what was missing; he turned his eyes to Snowbell and looked carefully at him: "ah! Now that's what she needs," he thought.
Master Christophe walked over to the cupboard in the corner and reached inside into the darkness, pulling out two rather barbaric looking clamps with fibres attached to them. He walked back over to where Alyssa was now sitting beside the fire in a very cat-like position with her new friends Tinkerbell and Snowbell. Master Christophe sat down in the large armchair and called Alyssa to his feet:
"Kitty, come here, baby. There's a good girl. In front of me. That's it, baby. Now this will hurt a little, sweetie. Show your emotion, Kitty."
Master Christophe took the two small clamps and placed them, one on each cheek; Alyssa began to scream in pain. Master Christophe smacked her back hard with his heavy hand, trying to remind her of her new place within his household, and she began to screech in a loud, feline fashion.
"Shhhh, I know, Kitty. They're your whiskers, baby."
The pain quickly subsided and Alyssa once again rubbed around her Master's knees, purring loudly, thanking him for making her look like a proper little cat.
Master Christophe watched his three cats playing together in the kitchen as he was preparing supper for himself and his feline companions; they were patting their ball to each other; Alyssa fitted in so well with Snowbell and Tinkerbell; she really was beautiful as a cat.
"Ok, babies, dinner time," Master Christophe cooed as he placed three plates of wet cat food on the floor. Alyssa held back, as if not realising that one of the plates was for her, as if not knowing how to eat without hands.
"Come on, Kitty, this is for you too. Right here next to Snowbell," Master Christophe pointed to the plates and sat down beside her; he took up some food on his index finger and placed his finger next to her mouth; Alyssa, knowing what was expected, licked earnestly at what had been offered to her. Master Christophe gently pushed Alyssa's head closer to the plate and she began to eat; watching Snowbell on her left, she realised that he was managing with much less difficulty than her, and she was jealous of the way he could just take mouthfuls and get nothing on his fur. Alyssa was very hungry by the time she was fed her first meal as a cat and not at all apprehensive of eating cat food; in fact, she found it tasted rather nice, filling her up beautifully. After she had eaten she followed Tinkerbell and Snowbell across the room to their bowls of milk; the cat food had made her very thirsty and she drank quickly, gulping down mouthful after mouthful of milk. Afterwards, when dinner was finished, Master called all three of his cats through to the lounge; he made Alyssa do cat-like things all evening: roll over onto her back, play dead, shake the long silky tail which hung off the cat suit between her legs. When she padded over to him she pressed her face into his knee and tried to point out that her face was dirty; Master Christophe could tell what she was trying to show him:
"Yes, Kitty. I know your face is dirty. You dirty little pussy, now you go and clean yourself like Tinkerbell and Snowbell." Alyssa went back and sat with the other two cats and began licking her paw, choking on a little piece of fur as she did so, and washing herself with her front paws. She enjoyed washing like this; she felt so sexy when she was feline like this. Master was delighted with Alyssa's progress and stroked her until she was purring very loudly and very happily.
"Do you need the toilet now, Kitty? I expect you do, yes?"
Alyssa meowed in the obvious affirmative.
"Okay, Kit, follow me outside. Come here a sec, just before we go out."
Master Christophe reached underneath her and undid the zip in the crotch of the catsuit; a little pussy juice seeped out and he once again felt sorry that Alyssa would not be allowed to gain relief for quite some time.
Master Christophe walked out of the door and Alyssa padded behind him. It was cold and bitter outside; she didn't know how some cats could stay outside all the time: "They must get chilled to their little furry insides," she thought.
She found a place on the grass and knelt down and did her business. Master Christophe had often made her go to the toilet when she was outside as a "normal" slave and so this trip into the grass did not cause any problem for Kitty: if anything, it heightened her enjoyment of her feline experience.
"Dry yourself on the grass, Kit."
She did as instructed and rubbed herself along a stretch of dry grass.
"Good girl," said Master Christophe; obviously pleased by her, "Time to go back indoors."
She spent the rest of her evening and that week happily indulging in feline fun. She even learned how to eat without getting her fur dirty. Master Christophe smiled at her when she came back down stairs after changing out of her feline clothes:
"Did you enjoy that, Alyssa?"
Alyssa, forgetting herself, purred before realising she was no longer a cat.
"Yes, Sir, when can we do it again?"
At this point, Master Christophe realised that Alyssa had found the perfect fulfilment is a role as her master's play thing; Master Christophe liked to see her dressed as a cat, and she enjoyed being dressed in such a way.
"Well, what's the point of ever stopping. Go back upstairs and get changed again. You make the purr-fect addition to my little feline family."
Catboy
Мастер
1/29/2005, 4:46:32 AM
Ну, так, СМ'а здесь мало, но история мне понравилась )
Nifertity
Грандмастер
1/29/2005, 6:01:40 PM
Catboy, это тебе маленький сюрприз
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Акула пера
1/30/2005, 2:07:49 AM
Catboy, пасибки за сценарий 
А я всё равно хочу быть псинкой... бультерьером
А я всё равно хочу быть псинкой... бультерьером
Catboy
Мастер
1/30/2005, 4:23:36 AM
Polly, специально для тебя, сегодня-завтра накидаю в галерею псинок!
Нифи, я у тебя в репке чушь написал ))) Хотел сказать, что "Обожаю приятные сюрпризы", но получилось, что я это на английском и не полность напипсал ((( Прости, пожалуйста )
Нифи, я у тебя в репке чушь написал ))) Хотел сказать, что "Обожаю приятные сюрпризы", но получилось, что я это на английском и не полность напипсал ((( Прости, пожалуйста )
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Акула пера
1/30/2005, 4:32:01 AM
(Catboy @ 30.01.2005 - время: 01:23) Polly, специально для тебя, сегодня-завтра накидаю в галерею псинок!
Похищнее псинок А ссылочек на сайты про пэтплей не подкинешь? если их конечно в начале темы нет...
Похищнее псинок
А ссылочек на сайты про пэтплей не подкинешь? если их конечно в начале темы нет... Catboy
Мастер
1/30/2005, 4:41:54 AM
Да, пожалуйста... вот, одна из лучших собак, которые я встречал в сети!!!
https://www.huendin.net.ms/
пароль: chienne
Могу накидать ссылок на пони-плей, кэт-плей и т.п....
Кстати, советую зарегистрироваться в yahoo.com... потом расскажу зачем, но понравится, сто пудов )
https://www.huendin.net.ms/
пароль: chienne
Могу накидать ссылок на пони-плей, кэт-плей и т.п....
Кстати, советую зарегистрироваться в yahoo.com... потом расскажу зачем, но понравится, сто пудов )
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Акула пера
1/30/2005, 4:46:58 AM
(Catboy @ 30.01.2005 - время: 01:41) Кстати, советую зарегистрироваться в yahoo.com... потом расскажу зачем, но понравится, сто пудов )
А как это и где это? И что это?
Валенок я в таких делах
А как это и где это?
И что это? Валенок я в таких делах
Catboy
Мастер
1/30/2005, 4:52:14 AM
Есть сайт www.yahoo.com, на нём располагается много, так называемых групп, в кторых много инфы и форток на различные тематики, но для того, чтобы попасть в них, нужно зарегиться... там всё предельно просто...
У меня у самого там есть 3 группы по кэт-плею
У меня у самого там есть 3 группы по кэт-плею
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Акула пера
1/30/2005, 5:33:32 AM
(Polly @ 29.01.2005 - время: 23:07)А я всё равно хочу быть псинкой... бультерьером
Не надо. Бультерьер слишком цепко зубами вцепляется... не буду уточнять, куда, но, в общем, это противоречит тематическим принципам 
Не надо. Бультерьер слишком цепко зубами вцепляется... не буду уточнять, куда
, но, в общем, это противоречит тематическим принципам DELETED
Акула пера
1/30/2005, 5:40:26 AM
А кошечка царапаться будет... 
И главное кошечке по роли положено
И главное кошечке по роли положено
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Акула пера
1/30/2005, 5:54:08 AM
(Polly @ 30.01.2005 - время: 02:40) А кошечка царапаться будет...
И главное кошечке по роли положено
Э нет, в рассказе Кэтбоя ничего про царапки не говорилось...
И вообще, за царапание хозяин, скорее всего, накажет непослушную кошечку
И главное кошечке по роли положено
Э нет, в рассказе Кэтбоя ничего про царапки не говорилось...
И вообще, за царапание хозяин, скорее всего, накажет непослушную кошечку
manga
Любитель
1/30/2005, 5:55:50 AM
Как мило оффтопим...В приват бы хоть пошли... :)
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Акула пера
1/30/2005, 6:04:34 AM
Это мы наглядно показываем как же всё с пэтплеем непросто
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Акула пера
1/30/2005, 6:16:08 AM
(Polly @ 30.01.2005 - время: 03:04) Это мы наглядно показываем как же всё с пэтплеем непросто
...попутно ненавязчиво накручивая счётчик своих сообщений.
Шучу. Ладно, хорош. Вернёмся к наглядному показу, когда найдём необходимые реквизиты...
...попутно ненавязчиво накручивая счётчик своих сообщений.
Шучу. Ладно, хорош. Вернёмся к наглядному показу, когда найдём необходимые реквизиты...