Jon loved the idea of pretending to be a pet, to get down on all fours and act like a cat or dog. He wished he could do it in real life, but how would he explain it to his family? To Karyn? If word got out to school the other kids would brand him a sicko and a pervert.
Squeezing his cock, he decided to switch from looking at photos of people in full latex and leather gear to more tame pics. In these people were just naked save for a collar and were on all fours being pets. There was even a few that had to be photoshopped - no way would someone go out to an actual dog park with a friend in nothing but a collar and play catch with their ‘master’
“How I wish that was me,” he thought with a sigh. Realising what he’d just thought he froze, then relaxed again when he remembered he hadnt said it out loud, and even if he had he wasn’t holding the stone. He shook his head, then paused as something caught the corner of his eye.
On his desk was a leather dog collar. That hadn’t been there before. Was this the interesting thing? Setting aside his iPad, he got up and went over to his desk and picked it up. It was sturdy and hanging from it was a tag that read “Jon Property of...”. There was no name, a fact he didn’t know whether to feel nervous or relieved about.
Shrugging it off, he returned to his bed and picked up his iPad again. He was about to start looking at more pics when he noticed he had a new message. Curious he opened it up.
++Hi. This is going to sound weird, but is your name Jon?++
++Why do you want to know?++ replied Jon nervously.
++Your avvy. Either you’re Jon or you stole his pic. I've seen it on FB so know it’s his++
Jon swore under his breath. The avatar he used on his fetish site was a photo of him taken at a costume party last year. He’d gone in a half assed dog costume, which was just a cheap collar from the pet store and a discount mask of Amazon. He’d thought he’d been clever and used a pic no one would recognize. Clearly he’d been mistaken ++Who are you?++ he replied with trepidation.
++I’m...
