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A DOG NAMED YOU

He opened his birthday present and immediately teared up when he saw the dog collar.
Am I getting a dog? Ohhhh, I have been dreaming of that since I was a wee boy. Is it a terrier? A spaniel perhaps? A poodle? A bulldog? Please tell me, darling, please! Does it have a name yet?? Doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter, what’s in a name, right? Ohhhh, I’m so exited, I can’t stop talking. You should have gagged me first, haha. You claw like a grumpy lioness, rule like a strict Governess … but underneath that facade of Female greatness and power, You’re such a sweet Woman. Bless You, darling, for making me so happy. Please, don’t hold me in suspension any longer! Where is it, where is the dog!
She looked at him as if he were a fossil of prehistoric times.
It’s in the room ….
IN THE ROOM!!!!!! he screamed.
He jumped off the couch like a flea with an itch. He kneeled down and looked under the couch, looked behind the big flower pots, under the cushions, behind the curtains, in the drawers.
Come here, you empty bag, She said. Give Me the collar and kneel down in front of Me.
Oh my God, he whispered in panic, You’re not sitting on the poor thing, are You, darling?
She ignored him and put the collar on his neck and attached a leash to the collar.
There you go! That’s My doggy. Say: WOOF.
The truth sank in with all its might. Unbelief en disappointment dripped from his face. Woof, he said, without a trace of enthusiasm.
Do that again and I have you neutered at the vets, She sneered.
WOOF, WOOF, he barked, jumping up and down and wagging his dick.
That’s better, She smiled. Now, it’s your birthday, soooooo …. how about some dog food!

FELIX NATALIS

My daughter Givmia da Whippa turned 19 last week. Unbelievable, time goes faster than a race chariot in the Circus Maximus. But what do you give to someone who has everything? I talked about it with some friends and in the end I decided to buy Her a slave. There are plenty of slaves in the house of course, but they are all mine. So this is going to be Her very first slave (the first of many to come in the future, no doubt). It really is a special moment in a young Woman’s life, because we all remember our first slave, right? Anyway, I bought him from a good friend who owns a Slave Farm located on the Via Domitia. She told me that the creature was born into slavery, neutered, in pristine condition and that he had a brain the size of a pea. Seriously, what more can a Lady ask for?
My daughter was chuffed to bits with Her present and immediately started slapping him around. So cute. But I advised Her to take it easy in the beginning. Command him with Your voice, I suggested, and do not chastise the Jupiter out him for not doing it right. Not yet. That time will come. Patience first, pain later. So praise him when he listens to Your commands or exhibits good behaviour. Make him willing to work, suffer and die for You. Not for fear of punishment, but because he worships You. Remember, I said, an eager and a well-trained slave is a joy forever.
I could tell She was disappointed, because Her hands were itching to smack the crap out of him. Mama, She pouted, what’s the point of having a dungeon if I can’t fully enjoy it?
Ah, the impatience of youth.
Roma, LXVIII

HIP-HIP HOORAY

Her wardrobe was bigger than Long Island and She had more BDSM equipment than a Fetish store. So he wanted to give Her something different for Her birthday. He asked Her sister for advice and She suggested …….. a bullwhip. Blimey!
So he bought Her a 10ft long, dark-red/black handcrafted bullwhip. It was a beauty and the birthday Mistress was very pleased with it.  
End of story? Not so much, because an hour or so later She grabbed him by the ear, dragged him into Her dungeon and strapped him to the St. Andrews-cross.
Let’s try this new baby, She said with a devilish grin.
The first lash cracked his back. The pain was intense and worse than he remembered. He tried to brace himself for the next one, but the whip bit him even harder. The speed intensified, as did the pain. She was thrilled, because She loved to hear Her victims suffer. She ordered him to sing Her a birthday song, while She tried to whip him in half.
Happy birthday to You, happy birthday to You, he sang.
Louder! The whip cracked.
Happy birthday, dear Mistress, happy birthday to You-oe-oe-oe!
His back was raw and sore for days. You see? He should have brought Her a box of chocolates.