Author: Erotic_Maestro

I can own a book and never have to read it, never open its covers to discover its contents, never explore the deeper meanings or allow it to expand my mind. I truly own that book but so what? That ownership is meaningless in any way that matters. A child can own a book, a pompous ass can own a book as strongly and firmly as I. There is no reason to be proud of that sort of ownership.

Owning an object is a passive act, once paid for, no further effort is required. It is merely an act of accumulation; it says nothing about me that I own one book or a thousand. However, unlike a book, owning an animal requires constant effort and how that animal behaves does reflect on their owner.

Owning a dog is more complicated than owning a book. Some dogs are allowed to run wild; undisciplined and untrained. However, a few months taken to instill discipline makes a huge difference and instills behaviors that last a lifetime. However, it doesn’t take much to earn the loyalty and affection of a dog. A few treats here and there, a pat on the head, and he is your best friend. Read more »

She had given up on him long ago, at least as far as her heart was concerned.   They were now just best friends in the most tragic way, strangers in the bedroom.   As she sipped her morning coffee, she actually smiled instead of the usual scowl that had been part of her morning routine for way too long.   No, this morning she was squirming with anticipation, anxious for the moment he would leave and she would have the house to herself.

Earlier, she had taken a long hot shower, savoring not only the heat but the sensations of the rough bath gloves on her body.  She was preparing herself, getting her body ready.  She had shaven herself for the first time in ages and it felt glorious.   Afterwards she had carefully applied lotion to herself and knew her body was exactly as it should be, soft, smooth, and scented and very very ready.

She was getting ready for her morning walk, a long standing date with herself but today was going to be different.  She was waiting for her husbnand to leave because there was one more thing she must do before she leaves the house, something new and wicked.  He was gone now and she was savoring the last few sips of the coffee, knowing it was time.   She set the cup down and cleared her head, then stood up and walked excitedly to the bedroom. Read more »

He whistled as he worked. This was his favorite part of the task. Well, his favorite part of the process as the end results were of course rather amazing and priceless. He had spent the last hour getting everything perfect. That was the part most people just failed to get. It was the contrast that created the results. Most people relied on the crude methods but not him. That was why his results were so prized by his customers.

He held his nose as he opened the cage. The smell was horrific and still shocked him no matter how many times he had gone through this cycle. He turned the hose and and started spraying the filth off the floor and off of it. The eyes squinted back at him as the light was so bright compared to the cage. “Roll over” he barked loudly to see if the orders were starting to get imprinted and sure enough, it rolled over on its back on a clean spot on the floor and he hosed its holes and tits off. The water was cold and harsh on perpose. Read more »