| April 8th, 2012 |
2107 – April 10th (full story)
| Freddy was fed up. He had just arrived at his place after working a solid six days and counting. As he approached his doorstep his heart skipped a beat. It was here. After three long years of waiting, his perfect pet, no– his perfect Goddess, she had finally arrived. Freddy's hands trembled as they ran gently over the letters FLIRTY, flashing brightly at him from the package. He shook himself from his daze and slipped the precious cargo inside. Freddy immediately unpacked her, placing one of his sacred gas masks gently over her beautiful face and flowing hair. He stepped back to take her in. She was magnificent. Her long legs, porclean skin, and perky breasts made him long for her even more. A collar twinkled next to him, accompanied by a riding crop and smooth leather cuffs. "Which one of us should wear them today?" Freddy breathed to himself, his heart beating rapidly. How long had it been since he had a like minded switch? Freddy glanced out the window, peering at all the passerbys. Each was their own distinct Dominant, or Submissive. No one believed in such confusion of ranks among the BDSM world. Freddy turned back to his Flirty. "I will feel your hand on my throat today, my fine Goddess, but tonight you will submit to me." Freddy planned on showing off his beautiful pet at the new night club "Zaphod's Fetish Emporium". This was one of the many clubs ran by the Beeblebrox Corportation, a soley owned subsidary of ToF Pangalactic Entertainment Interprises. It was the only place he could be himself without repercussion. His eyes gleamed behind his mask and a smile crept across his face. Tonight, he would feel whole again. |
| April 8th, 2012 |