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Or is something else afoot?\n\nYou'll just have to read to find out.\n\nAlso no, not THAT Jeanette Miller. ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "And just what kind of shift is this?

Did I upload the wrong story? Or is something else afoot?

You'll just have to read to find out.

Also no, not THAT Jeanette Miller. ", "writing": "Leashed Chapter 21: I am Jeanette\nBy TerraMGP\n\n\tIt was always the quiet ones, and if there was one thing you could say about Jeanette Miller, she was quiet.\n\n\tPart of it was just an anti-social impulse. The more time went on the less comfortable she felt around most other people. She’d deflect anything she could from people at work with an ever shrinking stock list of small talk and still avoided crowds at Meijer by having her food delivered. It was all just easier that way.\n\n\tThe other part was her voice. Squeaky and high-pitched even for a chipmunk girl. Miss Luna at hot topic had compared it to slightly damp rubber brushing up against itself. The poor woman didn’t know if that comparison should leave her feeling ashamed or thrilled. \n\n\tExcept for her, those were the same thing. Or rather, ashamed and turned on. Her owner had been blurring them more each day to the point where it was hard to even stand up sometimes when pushed into something she absolutely didn’t want to do.\n\n\tFortunately Jeanette could still be excited about things she did want as well. That was especially good for her tonight, because tonight was date night! Her wonderful owner was coming over and taking time just to give her some personal affection. It caused the woman to hunch over herself and touch the thin strap of leather that was her day collar. A simple, tasteful accessory which few would recognize for what it really was. \n\n\tShe stifled a noise. Something between a dorky giggle and a perverse moan. Just thinking about that beautiful otter filled her with the heady euphoria of a schoolgirl crush. Innocent and pure, yet perverse at the same time. Feelings which erased logic and maturity leaving the core of the woman bare and exposed. Just like a good slave should be!\n\n\tNobody on the street would be able to tell any of that from looking at her, though. Well, maybe the grin. She wore a simple blue pleated skirt and some loose fitting white socks that had bunched up around her likewise purple chucks. A bootleg tee shirt with the Vizipop character Stolas in all of his demony bird glory rested semi-obscured under a comfortable jean jacket which sat far too big on her slender frame. Her hair was, well, it matched her unfortunate namesake. As did the thick plastic glasses for the most part. They didn’t used to. But her owner had thought the look cute on her. Cuter still considering Jeanette’s bashful reluctance. \n\n\tLike so many things in her life now, the lack of choice she got in these things was hot.\n\n\tHer first stop was the GameStop. Normally she wouldn’t even bother. People had a tenancy to leer when a cute girl walked into that place. Even a bashful brunette with her hair in a bun was enough set them all off. She could feel a half dozen sets of eyes undressing her before the door had even slammed shut. Sexually starved and socially maladjusted men picturing her itty bitty titties hanging from her slender frame. The desires from each of them to shove their big, thick, slobbering MTN Dew flavored tongues deep into her defenseless muzzle with the intent to steal her first kiss. She could hear them complain about how scrawny her ass was. All of them making comparisons they’d assume she didn’t know and voicing their disappointment while they forced her to grip one of the shelves and prepared to ram their cocks into her without a shred of lube or foreplay.\n\n\tNone of them could likely imagine the thick silver rings that she, much like her bestie forevesty Gretchen, sported in those tiny tits. They couldn’t possibly guess at the remote vibe up her ass allowing her owner to control it, and her, whenever and wherever. They sure as heck didn’t realize that her holes were all spoken for. Sure, the idea of any of these ungroomed cheeto-furred boys touching her was gross. But that wasn’t the point. If anything she’d probably get of on them groping her at least, if they got permission first.\n\n\tHer body was, after all, not her own.\n\n\tA few dozen steps though that gauntlet of gazes and the girl reached her prize. “Pokemon: Arceus”. A typical ‘girl’s game’ for a typical girl. Playing it with the one you loved sounded like a dreamy date activity to be sure. Not that there was any guarantee they’d go that route. But as with every date night Jeanette wanted it to be perfect. Plus, if there was one thing people knew about Jeanette, she was a Poke-girl through and through.\n\n--------------------\n\n\t“So now I synchro summon Scopen, Clocken, Videon and Slingin into Shooting Quasar Dragon, with four attacks on board, mind you. Then I’ll use-”\n\n\t“Ok fuck, that’s enough.” The primly dressed dog boy across from Gretchen sighed and began to scoop “Seriously lady, chill the fuck out. It’s just a friendly pickup game.”\n\n\t“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jeanette giggled innocently and tilted her head ever so slightly to the side. She began to pick up her deck before he could ask about the Solemn Judgment card she had face down on her field. Best not to add insult to injury.\n\n\t“They really need to fix pendulum.” The boy sighed. “Even with Master Rule 4 gone it’s still not very effective.”\n\n\t“I have no idea what you mean” the chipmunk woman shrugged “Nothing past synchro summoning exists.” The munk gave her opponent a quick hand shake and a smile. There were no hard feelings, at least on her part. She hoped it was the same both ways. But gosh darn was doing crazy junk like that fun!\n\n\tShe giggled and stood with a small bow before making her way from the tables. Gretchen had gotten her into Magic, but deep down she kind of liked Yugioh more. Even if nobody around her really played it. It was ok, that could be something just for her, right? Jeanette didn’t mind keeping a few things to herself. That was one thing everyone knew about her.\n\n\tShe made her way up to the books full of shelves and pulled one down, thumbing it slowly. She should have been more frantic. After all she’d taken the whole day off to prepare for this date and here she was wasting time in the game shop. Except it wasn’t quite a waste of time. She had a reason to write up a character for once.”\n\n\t“Thought you only played Shadowrun.” The middle aged fox man from behind the counter moved up behind her. She didn’t remember his name. She didn’t remember most people’s names unless she had to. \n\n\tShe gave a polite smile all the same. A quick flash at the cover’s name and she turned back to the pages. “Gretchen’s M- her girlfriend, is looking to take over their usual game as the new DM. I’ve been enjoying the stuff where people run those games online for a while now. On you tube, I mean. I’ve only ever done Shadowrun before.”\n\n\t“And I told you if you wanna order the Shadowrun books we’re the place to get em for you.” The man nodded, clearly looking to score a sale.\n\n\tShe knew what he was doing. She also couldn’t fault him. Small businesses struggled to stay afloat and while she’d never gone over the books for a game shop it had to be brutal. People were just that broke. Still, it wasn’t like ordering books she’d never use for an edition of a game nobody would play was going to fix that. It always felt bad. Much as she hated to be around people it was nice to see them be happy at the very least. Gretchen always said Jeanette was a very kind girl. She also said the chipmunk was far too modest to admit that fact. Neither of these were pure compliments as Gretchen seemed to see both as silly naïve optimism. \n\n\tAny time the mole tried to say that it just made Jeanette give her an even bigger hug!\n\n\tTurning back to the book she smiled and nodded up to the fox “That’s ok. I’ll take this, though. And take a look at what dice you have in stock!”\n\n\t“Sure thing.” The man snickered “Right this way”\n\n\tAdmittedly she didn’t need the new dice. But fuck it, that would still help out a bit, right? Besides, Jeanette was like any other girl with a pet bird. She shared that love of shiny things.\n\n--------------------\n\n\tOne thing about Jeanette was that she was a romantic. A prude-coded little old fashioned girl no matter how the world changed. That meant quite a few things, but the most relevant one today was that she wanted to play the ‘good girlfriend’ down to the slightest detail.\n\n\tThat was what saw her pushing a cart out of the Meijers now. Her usual habit of ordering online wasn’t going to work since there was no way she could be sure things would show up on time. Besides, it was more fun this way! A nice little slice of playing homemaker was, at least conceptually, an odd thrill. In her cart was everything she’d need. Cupcake tins, eggs and oil, naturally. Along with plastic measuring cups and a hand whisk. Three boxes of cake mix went with it. Butter, blue velvet and carrot cake. She’d also nabbed some chocolate, cream cheese ’style’ and vanilla frosting.\n\n\tHeck, the love struck munk had even gone so far as to grab a cute little thing of sprinkles on clearance and a small box of raisins. Most people may hate them, surely her beloved would be smarter than that. Raisins were what made the carrot cake, after all! Well, that and carrot.\n\n \tShe’d just about made it out of the door when the phone buzzed. Jeanette paused in her tracks, blushing furiously. Five PM. Even without the phone alarm linked to her plug that buzz set her off. \n\n\tJanette was a proper slave, and that meant she had rules and tasks which would govern her life no matter what. She would obey them, no matter how shameful or inconvenient. Because that is what a good girl does.\n\n\tThe Five PM rule was one of those. It didn’t matter where she was or what she was doing. The rule always stood. She looked out at the parking lot, wondering if she should drive home, or at least get in the car first. No. Even as she pondered it she knew better. The rule didn’t exist for her to ignore or rationalize away. She was already standing mere feet from the ladies’ room. So for the first time in her adult life Jeanette would do the one thing she always hated from others. She’d be that person who leaves their full and paid for cart by the bathroom door at Meijer while they took care of something.\n\n\tThe room was fortunately empty, not that it would stop her. She went in to the smallest of the stalls and knelt down, arms behind her back and head bowed before the toilet. There was a temptation to kiss the seat. It might get her a pat on the head later for being such a creative girl. That said she didn’t feel like catching anything she might pass on at the date. So instead she stood and slipped down on to the seat while working her faded pink panties slowly off of her cute little rear. \n\n\tShe was already wet. Honestly she was always wet. That was kind of the problem when you were not in fact allowed to orgasm. That very fact made her whimper and giggle softly to herself. The innocent pervert gnawing her lip with big bucked teeth while leaning back against the cold and uncomfortable pipe jutting out along her lower back level. A single digit slipped along the quivering little mound of fuzz and slick flesh. She could already feel the needy inner muscles twitching and quivering as they screamed for something to clench and hold on to. \n\n\tHer whole body slumped back against the pipe, and then twisted in an attempt to get at least one shoulder blade hitting the wall without too much discomfort. She loved how much she hated it. Just the terror at someone coming in any moment to catch her was enough to get her panting and gasping the room’s stale air. If it were up to her, Jeanette would have stopped. She would have pulled her panties up and marched right on out of there to ‘take care of things’ at home.\n\n\tIt was not. Instead she slowly slid her hand up and began to squeeze at her barely-there breast. Her bra went down and shirt came up. The picture of Stolas now shifted enough that she could look into his eyes. Her eyes flicked between those cartoon eyes and a single digit slipping into her thick nipple ring. That puffy pink mound of flesh hurt so good with the meek little tug. \n\n\tThe other paw trembled while moving back to her little bunny. Index and ring finger strained and spread the tensed mound. Her middle finger ran from bottom to top again and again. Slow, methodical, tremblingly nervous strokes one after the other. It didn’t take long for the noises her stroking made to get loud. She was such a filthy girl. Her love juices dripped down into the bowl. ‘where they belong’, she thought to herself while twitching again. \n\n\tBefore too long her paw ached. She only dared a single knuckle deep into her cute little slit. Every once in a while she dared more. When she did the sensation made her clamp down and squeal. Before long one sneaker had to brace itself on the far wall of the stall. Then another. She twitched and moved her head around to bite down on a mouthful of shirt. Huffing and whining and whimpering with her hips bucking to take the whole finger. Now her hand spread and splayed out over the warm mound. She could only wriggle and gaze down at her own cute, puffy nipples. It was hard to stifle those high pitched throat squeals. IT was harder still to stop.\n\n\tIf she were just some filthy pervert, Jeanette would have stopped there. She was a pervert, to be sure. A gross little degenerate yearning to be used by her superior. A living sex doll wrapped in the guise of a goodie-two-shoes prude. Just the way those gooning hypno videos Miss Hui made had made for her once upon a time. \n\n\tShe was reluctant to pull the dripping finger away from her burning girl-hole. She was already very aware of how bad this ruin was going to suck. A wet and trembling paw made its way into her jacket pocket and out came a slender four-inch vibrator. The cheap purple silicon shaft buzzed weakly. A consequence of daily use and infrequent battery changes. No lube was needed to push the thing in. She felt her body pinch between that tight plug in her rump and the newly added toy. Each inch added was wonderfully painful. Shame and agony and need all burned her head. \n\n\tNow there she was, hunched in the girl’s room with her tail waggling away and her body grinding into the cold metal pipe. Every inch of her pelvis burned inside and out. Her nipples danced with aetherial electricity. She was a wonderfully gross little mess of perversion and it hit her with a rush of euphoria she could ride forever.\n\n\tAt some point that euphoria cut. Or rather, she was forced to cut it. Her whole body twitched and trembled hard, the door opening and the sound of people talking as they came in.\n\n\tShe was quick to flick the vibe off. Now she was forced to just sit there helplessly. Trembling while her holes spasmed on her toys. Her moans stifled from every whimper and whine. Unfortunately the tension caused her to squeeze in on herself more and that only made the situation worse.\n\n\tAt times like this it would be nice to have earphones in to distract herself. That thought naturally caused her to think of Morphtronic Earphon. Her true Ace card no matter how much power tool dragon was ‘cooler’. Which in turn got her thinking about porn of sexy yugioh card girls. The invading women whined and complained about this and that. People and things she didn’t know anything about. She heard one of them moving into the stall next to her and her heart froze.\n\n\t“Hey” The one next to her huffed. “You smell that?”\n\n\tThe shock was enough on its own to choke the poor munk. She clenched her throat hard. Harder than she had on any cock. Hard enough that she worried about popping something. She held her breath and gazed up above her expecting some kind of onryo to pop up. \n\n\tThere was a non zero chance that the ‘invading’ women were prowling around. She could hear them moving and was fairly sure they were almost ready to peek under the stall and see her with her holes jammed full and her body exposed. She felt so wonderfully and horribly unchaste. It was all she could do to keep from collapsing. She had to stifle another cough when her paw instinctively tried to go into her mouth, and pulled her nipple ring. Once again filling her with the impulse to scream, or moan, or ‘anything’.\n\n\tFinally, mercifully, they left. Jeanette carefully pulled the toy from her overly sensitive rape-hole and nervously licked it and her fingers clean. Only when she had finished with the gross display did she bother putting the toy back in her pocket and getting herself straightened up. It had to be more than ten minutes by now. Right?\n\n\tShe just really hoped nobody had ganked her groceries in the meantime.\n\n--------------------\n\n\tEverything was in order. Cupcakes baked, frosted and on the table with the remaining batter shoved hastily into some Tupperware and put in the fridge. Hopefully it would bake later, but she didn’t really know. The switch was set up with her new game and both controllers carefully arranged on the coffee table. Artemis was given a fresh seed stick and enough attention that she wouldn’t feel guilty about the birdie being neglected for a night. \n\n\tNormally Jeanette wasn’t the kind of girl to do makeup. She was humble and plain after all. But the last hour had been spent putting on a nice thick layer of E-girl inspired fake freckles, eye liner, muzzle accenting lines and all of the other tricks that goddess Belle Delphine had passed on to her people. She still wore the same shirt from before but had put on a hit of D&D themed perfume. Some earthy, herby, pitch-tinted thing that was supposedly inspired by druids. She’d even gotten some whiteish-blueish hair gloss to brush in.\n\n\tShe knelt in the pose she’d been taught to use for presenting. Kneeling with her hips off the ground and legs spread just enough to allow a foot or shoe in between them while still staying modest. Chest pushed out and arms rail straight down her back, clasped hand in hand behind her butt. Looking down at the floor while taking deep, slow breaths. She still chewed her lower lip while waiting. The anxiety had to vent somehow or she would explode. She hoped it was enough. It had to be. Tonight had to be special.\n\n\tThe door finally clicked opened. Fresh air hitting her muzzle like a hammer. She longed to look up. Her pretty turquoise eyes yearned to see the one who owned her, body and soul. Her heart thudded so hard it felt like it would shatter. Her body tensed. She didn’t dare move. Not until told. But the longing, it was far too intense.\n\n\tA moment of weakness saw her look up. Finally, nervously, her eyes flashed in the twilight coming in behind the beautiful, powerful object of her obsession. The brown furred otter stepped in without shutting the door and looked into those eyes. Just like that she was on the hook. Transfixed. Helpless. Unable to do more than watch and remain in place.\n\n\tHer Master. The man who she adored, grunted briefly while stroking his shaft. He let out a primal growl and moaned as his thick otter cock pulsed and began to splatter all over her face. Thick heavy ropes spread down like spider web over her glasses, her new favorite shirt and especially her face.\n\n\tJeanette didn’t dare look down. Just biting her lip as she stifled a squealing moan. “Thank you, Master.”\n\n--------------------\n\n\tSimon’s eyes snapped open to meet cheap paper and whatever light could slip in under it and past his muzzle. He sucked in a dry-mouthed breath and realized the book had ended up covering his nose completely. He pulled the thing away and squinted. Illustrated charts of slave positions meeting his gaze.\n\n\tIt fucking happened again.” He sighed. It was supposed to be the easiest part of this whole thing. Figure out what he wanted, and figure out who ‘Jeanette’ was. The two bits of homework Mistress had given him before…\n\n\tHe slammed the book shut and tossed it to the far end of the couch. In spite of everything else, it would seem he had succeeded.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Leashed Chapter 21: I am Jeanette
By TerraMGP

\tIt was always the quiet ones, and if there was one thing you could say about Jeanette Miller, she was quiet.

\tPart of it was just an anti-social impulse. The more time went on the less comfortable she felt around most other people. She’d deflect anything she could from people at work with an ever shrinking stock list of small talk and still avoided crowds at Meijer by having her food delivered. It was all just easier that way.

\tThe other part was her voice. Squeaky and high-pitched even for a chipmunk girl. Miss Luna at hot topic had compared it to slightly damp rubber brushing up against itself. The poor woman didn’t know if that comparison should leave her feeling ashamed or thrilled.

\tExcept for her, those were the same thing. Or rather, ashamed and turned on. Her owner had been blurring them more each day to the point where it was hard to even stand up sometimes when pushed into something she absolutely didn’t want to do.

\tFortunately Jeanette could still be excited about things she did want as well. That was especially good for her tonight, because tonight was date night! Her wonderful owner was coming over and taking time just to give her some personal affection. It caused the woman to hunch over herself and touch the thin strap of leather that was her day collar. A simple, tasteful accessory which few would recognize for what it really was.

\tShe stifled a noise. Something between a dorky giggle and a perverse moan. Just thinking about that beautiful otter filled her with the heady euphoria of a schoolgirl crush. Innocent and pure, yet perverse at the same time. Feelings which erased logic and maturity leaving the core of the woman bare and exposed. Just like a good slave should be!

\tNobody on the street would be able to tell any of that from looking at her, though. Well, maybe the grin. She wore a simple blue pleated skirt and some loose fitting white socks that had bunched up around her likewise purple chucks. A bootleg tee shirt with the Vizipop character Stolas in all of his demony bird glory rested semi-obscured under a comfortable jean jacket which sat far too big on her slender frame. Her hair was, well, it matched her unfortunate namesake. As did the thick plastic glasses for the most part. They didn’t used to. But her owner had thought the look cute on her. Cuter still considering Jeanette’s bashful reluctance.

\tLike so many things in her life now, the lack of choice she got in these things was hot.

\tHer first stop was the GameStop. Normally she wouldn’t even bother. People had a tenancy to leer when a cute girl walked into that place. Even a bashful brunette with her hair in a bun was enough set them all off. She could feel a half dozen sets of eyes undressing her before the door had even slammed shut. Sexually starved and socially maladjusted men picturing her itty bitty titties hanging from her slender frame. The desires from each of them to shove their big, thick, slobbering MTN Dew flavored tongues deep into her defenseless muzzle with the intent to steal her first kiss. She could hear them complain about how scrawny her ass was. All of them making comparisons they’d assume she didn’t know and voicing their disappointment while they forced her to grip one of the shelves and prepared to ram their cocks into her without a shred of lube or foreplay.

\tNone of them could likely imagine the thick silver rings that she, much like her bestie forevesty Gretchen, sported in those tiny tits. They couldn’t possibly guess at the remote vibe up her ass allowing her owner to control it, and her, whenever and wherever. They sure as heck didn’t realize that her holes were all spoken for. Sure, the idea of any of these ungroomed cheeto-furred boys touching her was gross. But that wasn’t the point. If anything she’d probably get of on them groping her at least, if they got permission first.

\tHer body was, after all, not her own.

\tA few dozen steps though that gauntlet of gazes and the girl reached her prize. “Pokemon: Arceus”. A typical ‘girl’s game’ for a typical girl. Playing it with the one you loved sounded like a dreamy date activity to be sure. Not that there was any guarantee they’d go that route. But as with every date night Jeanette wanted it to be perfect. Plus, if there was one thing people knew about Jeanette, she was a Poke-girl through and through.

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\t“So now I synchro summon Scopen, Clocken, Videon and Slingin into Shooting Quasar Dragon, with four attacks on board, mind you. Then I’ll use-”

\t“Ok fuck, that’s enough.” The primly dressed dog boy across from Gretchen sighed and began to scoop “Seriously lady, chill the fuck out. It’s just a friendly pickup game.”

\t“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jeanette giggled innocently and tilted her head ever so slightly to the side. She began to pick up her deck before he could ask about the Solemn Judgment card she had face down on her field. Best not to add insult to injury.

\t“They really need to fix pendulum.” The boy sighed. “Even with Master Rule 4 gone it’s still not very effective.”

\t“I have no idea what you mean” the chipmunk woman shrugged “Nothing past synchro summoning exists.” The munk gave her opponent a quick hand shake and a smile. There were no hard feelings, at least on her part. She hoped it was the same both ways. But gosh darn was doing crazy junk like that fun!

\tShe giggled and stood with a small bow before making her way from the tables. Gretchen had gotten her into Magic, but deep down she kind of liked Yugioh more. Even if nobody around her really played it. It was ok, that could be something just for her, right? Jeanette didn’t mind keeping a few things to herself. That was one thing everyone knew about her.

\tShe made her way up to the books full of shelves and pulled one down, thumbing it slowly. She should have been more frantic. After all she’d taken the whole day off to prepare for this date and here she was wasting time in the game shop. Except it wasn’t quite a waste of time. She had a reason to write up a character for once.”

\t“Thought you only played Shadowrun.” The middle aged fox man from behind the counter moved up behind her. She didn’t remember his name. She didn’t remember most people’s names unless she had to.

\tShe gave a polite smile all the same. A quick flash at the cover’s name and she turned back to the pages. “Gretchen’s M- her girlfriend, is looking to take over their usual game as the new DM. I’ve been enjoying the stuff where people run those games online for a while now. On you tube, I mean. I’ve only ever done Shadowrun before.”

\t“And I told you if you wanna order the Shadowrun books we’re the place to get em for you.” The man nodded, clearly looking to score a sale.

\tShe knew what he was doing. She also couldn’t fault him. Small businesses struggled to stay afloat and while she’d never gone over the books for a game shop it had to be brutal. People were just that broke. Still, it wasn’t like ordering books she’d never use for an edition of a game nobody would play was going to fix that. It always felt bad. Much as she hated to be around people it was nice to see them be happy at the very least. Gretchen always said Jeanette was a very kind girl. She also said the chipmunk was far too modest to admit that fact. Neither of these were pure compliments as Gretchen seemed to see both as silly naïve optimism.

\tAny time the mole tried to say that it just made Jeanette give her an even bigger hug!

\tTurning back to the book she smiled and nodded up to the fox “That’s ok. I’ll take this, though. And take a look at what dice you have in stock!”

\t“Sure thing.” The man snickered “Right this way”

\tAdmittedly she didn’t need the new dice. But fuck it, that would still help out a bit, right? Besides, Jeanette was like any other girl with a pet bird. She shared that love of shiny things.

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\tOne thing about Jeanette was that she was a romantic. A prude-coded little old fashioned girl no matter how the world changed. That meant quite a few things, but the most relevant one today was that she wanted to play the ‘good girlfriend’ down to the slightest detail.

\tThat was what saw her pushing a cart out of the Meijers now. Her usual habit of ordering online wasn’t going to work since there was no way she could be sure things would show up on time. Besides, it was more fun this way! A nice little slice of playing homemaker was, at least conceptually, an odd thrill. In her cart was everything she’d need. Cupcake tins, eggs and oil, naturally. Along with plastic measuring cups and a hand whisk. Three boxes of cake mix went with it. Butter, blue velvet and carrot cake. She’d also nabbed some chocolate, cream cheese ’style’ and vanilla frosting.

\tHeck, the love struck munk had even gone so far as to grab a cute little thing of sprinkles on clearance and a small box of raisins. Most people may hate them, surely her beloved would be smarter than that. Raisins were what made the carrot cake, after all! Well, that and carrot.

 \tShe’d just about made it out of the door when the phone buzzed. Jeanette paused in her tracks, blushing furiously. Five PM. Even without the phone alarm linked to her plug that buzz set her off.

\tJanette was a proper slave, and that meant she had rules and tasks which would govern her life no matter what. She would obey them, no matter how shameful or inconvenient. Because that is what a good girl does.

\tThe Five PM rule was one of those. It didn’t matter where she was or what she was doing. The rule always stood. She looked out at the parking lot, wondering if she should drive home, or at least get in the car first. No. Even as she pondered it she knew better. The rule didn’t exist for her to ignore or rationalize away. She was already standing mere feet from the ladies’ room. So for the first time in her adult life Jeanette would do the one thing she always hated from others. She’d be that person who leaves their full and paid for cart by the bathroom door at Meijer while they took care of something.

\tThe room was fortunately empty, not that it would stop her. She went in to the smallest of the stalls and knelt down, arms behind her back and head bowed before the toilet. There was a temptation to kiss the seat. It might get her a pat on the head later for being such a creative girl. That said she didn’t feel like catching anything she might pass on at the date. So instead she stood and slipped down on to the seat while working her faded pink panties slowly off of her cute little rear.

\tShe was already wet. Honestly she was always wet. That was kind of the problem when you were not in fact allowed to orgasm. That very fact made her whimper and giggle softly to herself. The innocent pervert gnawing her lip with big bucked teeth while leaning back against the cold and uncomfortable pipe jutting out along her lower back level. A single digit slipped along the quivering little mound of fuzz and slick flesh. She could already feel the needy inner muscles twitching and quivering as they screamed for something to clench and hold on to.

\tHer whole body slumped back against the pipe, and then twisted in an attempt to get at least one shoulder blade hitting the wall without too much discomfort. She loved how much she hated it. Just the terror at someone coming in any moment to catch her was enough to get her panting and gasping the room’s stale air. If it were up to her, Jeanette would have stopped. She would have pulled her panties up and marched right on out of there to ‘take care of things’ at home.

\tIt was not. Instead she slowly slid her hand up and began to squeeze at her barely-there breast. Her bra went down and shirt came up. The picture of Stolas now shifted enough that she could look into his eyes. Her eyes flicked between those cartoon eyes and a single digit slipping into her thick nipple ring. That puffy pink mound of flesh hurt so good with the meek little tug.

\tThe other paw trembled while moving back to her little bunny. Index and ring finger strained and spread the tensed mound. Her middle finger ran from bottom to top again and again. Slow, methodical, tremblingly nervous strokes one after the other. It didn’t take long for the noises her stroking made to get loud. She was such a filthy girl. Her love juices dripped down into the bowl. ‘where they belong’, she thought to herself while twitching again.

\tBefore too long her paw ached. She only dared a single knuckle deep into her cute little slit. Every once in a while she dared more. When she did the sensation made her clamp down and squeal. Before long one sneaker had to brace itself on the far wall of the stall. Then another. She twitched and moved her head around to bite down on a mouthful of shirt. Huffing and whining and whimpering with her hips bucking to take the whole finger. Now her hand spread and splayed out over the warm mound. She could only wriggle and gaze down at her own cute, puffy nipples. It was hard to stifle those high pitched throat squeals. IT was harder still to stop.

\tIf she were just some filthy pervert, Jeanette would have stopped there. She was a pervert, to be sure. A gross little degenerate yearning to be used by her superior. A living sex doll wrapped in the guise of a goodie-two-shoes prude. Just the way those gooning hypno videos Miss Hui made had made for her once upon a time.

\tShe was reluctant to pull the dripping finger away from her burning girl-hole. She was already very aware of how bad this ruin was going to suck. A wet and trembling paw made its way into her jacket pocket and out came a slender four-inch vibrator. The cheap purple silicon shaft buzzed weakly. A consequence of daily use and infrequent battery changes. No lube was needed to push the thing in. She felt her body pinch between that tight plug in her rump and the newly added toy. Each inch added was wonderfully painful. Shame and agony and need all burned her head.

\tNow there she was, hunched in the girl’s room with her tail waggling away and her body grinding into the cold metal pipe. Every inch of her pelvis burned inside and out. Her nipples danced with aetherial electricity. She was a wonderfully gross little mess of perversion and it hit her with a rush of euphoria she could ride forever.

\tAt some point that euphoria cut. Or rather, she was forced to cut it. Her whole body twitched and trembled hard, the door opening and the sound of people talking as they came in.

\tShe was quick to flick the vibe off. Now she was forced to just sit there helplessly. Trembling while her holes spasmed on her toys. Her moans stifled from every whimper and whine. Unfortunately the tension caused her to squeeze in on herself more and that only made the situation worse.

\tAt times like this it would be nice to have earphones in to distract herself. That thought naturally caused her to think of Morphtronic Earphon. Her true Ace card no matter how much power tool dragon was ‘cooler’. Which in turn got her thinking about porn of sexy yugioh card girls. The invading women whined and complained about this and that. People and things she didn’t know anything about. She heard one of them moving into the stall next to her and her heart froze.

\t“Hey” The one next to her huffed. “You smell that?”

\tThe shock was enough on its own to choke the poor munk. She clenched her throat hard. Harder than she had on any cock. Hard enough that she worried about popping something. She held her breath and gazed up above her expecting some kind of onryo to pop up.

\tThere was a non zero chance that the ‘invading’ women were prowling around. She could hear them moving and was fairly sure they were almost ready to peek under the stall and see her with her holes jammed full and her body exposed. She felt so wonderfully and horribly unchaste. It was all she could do to keep from collapsing. She had to stifle another cough when her paw instinctively tried to go into her mouth, and pulled her nipple ring. Once again filling her with the impulse to scream, or moan, or ‘anything’.

\tFinally, mercifully, they left. Jeanette carefully pulled the toy from her overly sensitive rape-hole and nervously licked it and her fingers clean. Only when she had finished with the gross display did she bother putting the toy back in her pocket and getting herself straightened up. It had to be more than ten minutes by now. Right?

\tShe just really hoped nobody had ganked her groceries in the meantime.

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\tEverything was in order. Cupcakes baked, frosted and on the table with the remaining batter shoved hastily into some Tupperware and put in the fridge. Hopefully it would bake later, but she didn’t really know. The switch was set up with her new game and both controllers carefully arranged on the coffee table. Artemis was given a fresh seed stick and enough attention that she wouldn’t feel guilty about the birdie being neglected for a night.

\tNormally Jeanette wasn’t the kind of girl to do makeup. She was humble and plain after all. But the last hour had been spent putting on a nice thick layer of E-girl inspired fake freckles, eye liner, muzzle accenting lines and all of the other tricks that goddess Belle Delphine had passed on to her people. She still wore the same shirt from before but had put on a hit of D&D themed perfume. Some earthy, herby, pitch-tinted thing that was supposedly inspired by druids. She’d even gotten some whiteish-blueish hair gloss to brush in.

\tShe knelt in the pose she’d been taught to use for presenting. Kneeling with her hips off the ground and legs spread just enough to allow a foot or shoe in between them while still staying modest. Chest pushed out and arms rail straight down her back, clasped hand in hand behind her butt. Looking down at the floor while taking deep, slow breaths. She still chewed her lower lip while waiting. The anxiety had to vent somehow or she would explode. She hoped it was enough. It had to be. Tonight had to be special.

\tThe door finally clicked opened. Fresh air hitting her muzzle like a hammer. She longed to look up. Her pretty turquoise eyes yearned to see the one who owned her, body and soul. Her heart thudded so hard it felt like it would shatter. Her body tensed. She didn’t dare move. Not until told. But the longing, it was far too intense.

\tA moment of weakness saw her look up. Finally, nervously, her eyes flashed in the twilight coming in behind the beautiful, powerful object of her obsession. The brown furred otter stepped in without shutting the door and looked into those eyes. Just like that she was on the hook. Transfixed. Helpless. Unable to do more than watch and remain in place.

\tHer Master. The man who she adored, grunted briefly while stroking his shaft. He let out a primal growl and moaned as his thick otter cock pulsed and began to splatter all over her face. Thick heavy ropes spread down like spider web over her glasses, her new favorite shirt and especially her face.

\tJeanette didn’t dare look down. Just biting her lip as she stifled a squealing moan. “Thank you, Master.”

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\tSimon’s eyes snapped open to meet cheap paper and whatever light could slip in under it and past his muzzle. He sucked in a dry-mouthed breath and realized the book had ended up covering his nose completely. He pulled the thing away and squinted. Illustrated charts of slave positions meeting his gaze.

\tIt fucking happened again.” He sighed. It was supposed to be the easiest part of this whole thing. Figure out what he wanted, and figure out who ‘Jeanette’ was. The two bits of homework Mistress had given him before…

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