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“I don’t care what the Leash Laws say! I’ll never be your dumb dog, you bastard!” Brave words, but useless. After six months, Jessie was still aware of her surroundings; she was in Beta mode, the nanites having altered her behaviours and body to mimic those of a horny fuckhound while she watched, helpless, from the prison of her own mind. However, her Owner had also installed a ManneQueen bolt in her pretty neck, leaving her a mannequinnized version of a pretty pet. The girl who said she’d never submit to being a dumb fuckmutt got her wish; she spends her days frozen and obedient, a living display doll, watching her former sister and two of their best friends cavort, bark and beg for their Owner’s attention. The only attention Jessie gets is an occasional food injection for the nanites and a light dusting.
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“I don’t care what the Leash Laws say! I’ll never be your dumb dog, you bastard!”

Brave words, but useless. After six months, Jessie was still aware of her surroundings; she was in Beta mode, the nanites having altered her behaviours and body to mimic those of a horny fuckhound while she watched, helpless, from the prison of her own mind.

However, her Owner had also installed a ManneQueen bolt in her pretty neck, leaving her a mannequinnized version of a pretty pet.

The girl who said she’d never submit to being a dumb fuckmutt got her wish; she spends her days frozen and obedient, a living display doll, watching her former sister and two of their best friends cavort, bark and beg for their Owner’s attention.

The only attention Jessie gets is an occasional food injection for the nanites and a light dusting.

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Source: scentofslave

This wasn’t what Jen had imagined when she’d pictured getting married as a kid. That was before the Leash Laws came, though; Love, Honor and Obey were definitely still part of the vows, but now they were legally enforced by Hundehersteller Industries BitchMaster™ collars. Jen knew that the instant the collar closed on her neck, her days of humanity were over. She’d feel the sting of the injection needles, billions of Hundehersteller nanites flooding her bloodstream, and that would be the end. She didn’t want to be a mindless, drooling fuckdog, cavorting and barking at her Owner’s feet! She started to object, but then the priest said, “I now pronounce you Man and Bitch,” and before she could do more than shout, “Wait!” the collar snapped shut. Darkness rushed in, and Jen’s mind was on fire. Ten minutes later, Mr. Carl Jamison led his new bitch, Jingles, out to her carrier in the car and a new life as a fuckmutt.
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This wasn’t what Jen had imagined when she’d pictured getting married as a kid. That was before the Leash Laws came, though; Love, Honor and Obey were definitely still part of the vows, but now they were legally enforced by Hundehersteller Industries BitchMaster™ collars.

Jen knew that the instant the collar closed on her neck, her days of humanity were over. She’d feel the sting of the injection needles, billions of Hundehersteller nanites flooding her bloodstream, and that would be the end. She didn’t want to be a mindless, drooling fuckdog, cavorting and barking at her Owner’s feet!

She started to object, but then the priest said, “I now pronounce you Man and Bitch,” and before she could do more than shout, “Wait!” the collar snapped shut.

Darkness rushed in, and Jen’s mind was on fire.

Ten minutes later, Mr. Carl Jamison led his new bitch, Jingles, out to her carrier in the car and a new life as a fuckmutt.

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“I did warn you that there were worse fates than marrying me,” said her now-ex-fiancé. “These lovely women are trainers; they’ll be processing and training you with Hundehersteller Industries’ best products.” She whimpered, trying to pull free of the woman gripping her hair, but it was useless. “Shh, you silly bitch. You should’ve thought about this before you cheated on me.” He smiled. “At any rate, you won’t have to worry about the gardener or any other man from here on; I got quite a nice price for you from Mistress Alli there, who’s putting together a lesbian petgirl brothel in the States. I asked her to leave you in Beta so you can appreciate every second of your new life as a fuckpuppy. Have fun, Lizzie!” The blonde woman holding her hair laughed and said, “Actually, she looks more like a ‘Lucky’ to me.” She dragged a whimpering Lizzie toward a table full of syringes and apparatus, smiling. Lizzie looked back, begging for release, but her fiancé, like her old life, was gone.
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“I did warn you that there were worse fates than marrying me,” said her now-ex-fiancé. “These lovely women are trainers; they’ll be processing and training you with Hundehersteller Industries’ best products.”

She whimpered, trying to pull free of the woman gripping her hair, but it was useless.

“Shh, you silly bitch. You should’ve thought about this before you cheated on me.” He smiled. “At any rate, you won’t have to worry about the gardener or any other man from here on; I got quite a nice price for you from Mistress Alli there, who’s putting together a lesbian petgirl brothel in the States. I asked her to leave you in Beta so you can appreciate every second of your new life as a fuckpuppy. Have fun, Lizzie!”

The blonde woman holding her hair laughed and said, “Actually, she looks more like a ‘Lucky’ to me.” She dragged a whimpering Lizzie toward a table full of syringes and apparatus, smiling. Lizzie looked back, begging for release, but her fiancé, like her old life, was gone.

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“Good girl, Skipper,” said the Man, patting her head affectionately. Skipper loved him and worshiped Him, completely unaware that just a week before she was cursing Him and demanding to be released. The ransom payment had never come through; her company, it seemed, had a strict non-negotiation policy with “American terrorists seeking to further the Hundehersteller cause.” So Stephanie, marketing executive and kidnap victim, became Skipper, droolingly obedient and perpetually-horny fuckmutt. Her Owner was having her upgraded with Living Latex sheathes and a tail tomorrow, along with a hefty dose of BimboMax. By the weekend, even her now-ex husband (under American law, all captured strays became the property of their captors) would have a hard time recognising his independent and intelligent wife as the barking, bimbofied dogslut at the end an Owner’s leash.
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“Good girl, Skipper,” said the Man, patting her head affectionately. Skipper loved him and worshiped Him, completely unaware that just a week before she was cursing Him and demanding to be released.

The ransom payment had never come through; her company, it seemed, had a strict non-negotiation policy with “American terrorists seeking to further the Hundehersteller cause.”

So Stephanie, marketing executive and kidnap victim, became Skipper, droolingly obedient and perpetually-horny fuckmutt. Her Owner was having her upgraded with Living Latex sheathes and a tail tomorrow, along with a hefty dose of BimboMax. By the weekend, even her now-ex husband (under American law, all captured strays became the property of their captors) would have a hard time recognising his independent and intelligent wife as the barking, bimbofied dogslut at the end an Owner’s leash.

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Oh, my.

Yes, please.

Bianca Beauchamp, “Pleasure Doll.”

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They’d always been the snooty girls across the hall. Crystal, the redhead, was particularly vicious, always going out of her way to be cruel to Cara, mocking her for being a lesbian. Cara was sad and frustrated, especially since she’d always found Crystal attractive and just wanted to be friends. Eventually, however, the cruelty became too much, and Cara avoided all three whenever possible. Then the leash laws were pushed through, and Cara’s friend Tim - the one who’d helped her get a job at Hundehersteller Industries - now helped her register at City Hall as a Certified Lesbian Mistress. That night, while the snooty girls across the hall were locked in their apartment, desperately trying to make escape plans for Canada, Cara quietly pushed one end of a hose under their door and, smiling, turned the wheel on the canister of BitchMaker™. That was six months ago. Nowadays, Cara is a well-known sight in her neighborhood, always out for a walk, her three frisky (if sad-eyed) fuckmutts very popular down at the dog park. Sometimes, she even takes the other two out of Beta, but not Cuntlapper. She enjoys seeing her former antagonist act like the dumb fuckdog she’s made her, powerless to break free of the prison of her own mind.
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They’d always been the snooty girls across the hall. Crystal, the redhead, was particularly vicious, always going out of her way to be cruel to Cara, mocking her for being a lesbian. Cara was sad and frustrated, especially since she’d always found Crystal attractive and just wanted to be friends. Eventually, however, the cruelty became too much, and Cara avoided all three whenever possible.

Then the leash laws were pushed through, and Cara’s friend Tim - the one who’d helped her get a job at Hundehersteller Industries - now helped her register at City Hall as a Certified Lesbian Mistress.

That night, while the snooty girls across the hall were locked in their apartment, desperately trying to make escape plans for Canada, Cara quietly pushed one end of a hose under their door and, smiling, turned the wheel on the canister of BitchMaker™.

That was six months ago. Nowadays, Cara is a well-known sight in her neighborhood, always out for a walk, her three frisky (if sad-eyed) fuckmutts very popular down at the dog park.

Sometimes, she even takes the other two out of Beta, but not Cuntlapper. She enjoys seeing her former antagonist act like the dumb fuckdog she’s made her, powerless to break free of the prison of her own mind.

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Source: mm12

They’d told her the glasses would keep her safe from the new Hundehersteller Industries Neuro-Blast rays, the ones they were saying wiped the minds of women so they could be turned into fuckmutts or cowsluts or giggling bimbos at their captors’ leisure. But she never expected to encounter a man wielding a Neuro-Blast in her own garage. The last action she made with her own will was a wasted effort to shield her eyes when her nerdy neighbor stepped from the shadows and raised the silver pistol-like gun. There was a blinding flash, a moment of burning agony, and then…nothing.Joseph looked down at his new pet with approval. Her big blue eyes were wide and empty, her body thoughtlessly obedient, waiting to be filled with whatever programming he decided to use. Would she be a barking fuckmutt? A mooing cowslut? A dull-eyed fuckdoll, staring brainlessly from her ManneQueen™ stand when she wasn’t being used? Some combination of all three?He could decide later. For now, he was content to watch his haughty bitch of a neighbor suck his cock, drooling and mindless. Her old life was over; her life at his feet just beginning. 
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They’d told her the glasses would keep her safe from the new Hundehersteller Industries Neuro-Blast rays, the ones they were saying wiped the minds of women so they could be turned into fuckmutts or cowsluts or giggling bimbos at their captors’ leisure. But she never expected to encounter a man wielding a Neuro-Blast in her own garage. The last action she made with her own will was a wasted effort to shield her eyes when her nerdy neighbor stepped from the shadows and raised the silver pistol-like gun. 

There was a blinding flash, a moment of burning agony, and then…nothing.

Joseph looked down at his new pet with approval. Her big blue eyes were wide and empty, her body thoughtlessly obedient, waiting to be filled with whatever programming he decided to use. Would she be a barking fuckmutt? A mooing cowslut? A dull-eyed fuckdoll, staring brainlessly from her ManneQueen™ stand when she wasn’t being used? Some combination of all three?

He could decide later. For now, he was content to watch his haughty bitch of a neighbor suck his cock, drooling and mindless. Her old life was over; her life at his feet just beginning. 

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Source: dirtyfilthyfucking

Q:Wonder what would happen if a girl used bitchmaker on her boyfriend? Maybe a good story line right here!

Anonymous

That is an interesting story idea…of course, Hundehersteller Industries nanites only work on women, so she might find herself with a girlfriend (and a fuckmutt) if she wasn’t careful. ;)

Can’t claim I didn’t take this picture thinking of you… and your kennel. ;-)
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Can’t claim I didn’t take this picture thinking of you… and your kennel. ;-)

Q:I wish you would post more pictures of yourself! Either in puppybondage or not.

Anonymous

Maybe someday soon. I have other blogs, and I write under another name, and I’m not sure my audiences overlap much, lol. They all think I’m a nice, respectable girl. ;)

A lovely Ginger Cauc, collared and ready for her Living Latex injections, leash, and nanite tattoos.
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A lovely Ginger Cauc, collared and ready for her Living Latex injections, leash, and nanite tattoos.

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My role model and idol, Denise Milani. 
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My role model and idol, Denise Milani. 

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Q:I've just taken my big boobed wife to be measured for a new bra, and she's actually now 42K!!

thisandthatkindofthing

Sounds like it may be time for a full-time cowslut conversion! ;D

Fan Letter

I received a very lovely fan letter from a nice gentleman earlier today. He and his wife are apparently active in the Scene and are ready and waiting to buy the MPK3 when Hundehersteller Industries makes it available. :)

I try to let my work speak for itself, generally, but I would like to remind all of you who enjoy the idea of a world where women are forcibly transformed into the pets and playthings of others to please check out the “Buy My Books!” link at the top of the blog. My writing keeps the lights on and enables me to come up with new stories to share. :)

You may also be excited (take that as you will) to learn that I have two new books in the works. One’s about a cop who runs afoul of Hundehersteller Industries when she gets too curious about their “municipal sponsorships.” The other is about women forced to compete on a gameshow, “Running Man”-style, to earn their freedom (first prize: freedom and humanity. All other prizes: the leash and lifelong servitude as a barking, mooing or oinking fuckpet). 

There’s also a vignette in the works that explains just how Muffy, the plucky little brown-haired fuckmutt who likes to be spanked (featured in Teacher’s Pet and Witching Hour), came to the leash. 

Thanks to everyone for reading and supporting my efforts. You make this all worthwhile.