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(People to Pup Suits)

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The master entered through the front door, his suitcase rolling behind him as he made his way into the living room of the small, empty house. He stopped, kneeling down to inspect the organized mess of rubber on the floor. That mess on the floor, only moments ago, was the two owners of this house, who upon recognizing who he was, decided to chat with him about his profession, the one that made him quite famous to those who would elicit the services of a man like him.

This is neither the story of a forced entry, where the master preyed upon a poor young couple or a tale about a trick that made the two give up their lives to serve him, it is instead, a story about love and undying devotion.

For those on the out looking in, those who do not know of the man known as the master, he can be described as a man who is as wealthy as a prince, but is as deviant as a king. He is a dominator, a man who makes his living breaking people, reducing them all down to a weak and submissive state to the point that they love the experience. People from all around the world come to his opulent Russian estate to pay for the privilege to be his slave, or in the master's case, his pet. People, mostly males, pay his tens of thousands of dollars to live in his service for a whole month being walk around on all fours by a tight leash, sleeping and awaiting the end of punishments in cages, eating from dog bowls for every meal, and most importantly of all, servicing their master and each other sexually.

What separated him from all of his competition on the world stage was the truly stunning setting of his estate (paid for through an unexplained fortune that far exceeded the revenue from his clients) and the high quality latex suits that were provided for the use of his clients, which each client was locked inside of at the beginning of their stay.

Though well known, he still remained an enigma to the people who knew him, the only ones who knew the truth, were those like the young couple, who sat splayed on their living room carpet.

The master inspected them thoroughly, their bodies recently deflated and turned to latex, they were perfect. With an amused smile, the master gingerly placed the two latex pup suits into his suit case, taking excellent care to not damage them, not for their sake, but strictly for their extended time of service dedicated to him.

The master's profession was owning his clients like his own personal slaves, a contract that they chose to follow due to their desire for very specific sexual release, but the master's source of wealth was very much reliant on people like the couple that he had picked up and stored inside of his suitcase, along with the many others inside of his suitcase already, neatly packed away to reserve more space for more to fit inside. These people all volunteered to join the master's collection as inanimate latex pupsuits, the very same that he requires his clients to wear. He smirked as he zipped up the suitcase, it was now full to its' capacity for today, a grand total of thirty new suits now belonged to him fully. In total, the master had about 1,600 suits neatly packaged and vaccuum sealed inside of large boxes in his estate attic, eagerly awaiting their time in the sun, a time that for most, will not come for years. Did they regret their descision to give all of their eaerhly possessions to the master, all of their money and property, all to live as his inanimate property? perhaps, but in the end, who really cared what they thought? When their empty latex body hit the floor, the master stopped seeing them as human, only as just another one of his possessions. If they were torn, scratched, became too much of a hassle for his servants to clean, they would simply be disgarded and tossed away, they mattered that little to their master... and for some, that is all that they ever dreamed of.

The light switch was flicked, the door was shut and the couple's life had ended, but at the same time, the lives of an inanimate husky and an inanimate doberman pup suits had just begun.

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Unique request from a big friend of mine.
If any of you have an idea, no matter how obscure your fetish or your interests, I'll see what I can do to please you, remember to sent in your notes if you have suggestions. I read them all. 🐾

Description
(People to Pup Suits)

Words:

The master entered through the front door, his suitcase rolling behind him as he made his way into the living room of the small, empty house. He stopped, kneeling down to inspect the organized mess of rubber on the floor. That mess on the floor, only moments ago, was the two owners of this house, who upon recognizing who he was, decided to chat with him about his profession, the one that made him quite famous to those who would elicit the services of a man like him.

This is neither the story of a forced entry, where the master preyed upon a poor young couple or a tale about a trick that made the two give up their lives to serve him, it is instead, a story about love and undying devotion.

For those on the out looking in, those who do not know of the man known as the master, he can be described as a man who is as wealthy as a prince, but is as deviant as a king. He is a dominator, a man who makes his living breaking people, reducing them all down to a weak and submissive state to the point that they love the experience. People from all around the world come to his opulent Russian estate to pay for the privilege to be his slave, or in the master's case, his pet. People, mostly males, pay his tens of thousands of dollars to live in his service for a whole month being walk around on all fours by a tight leash, sleeping and awaiting the end of punishments in cages, eating from dog bowls for every meal, and most importantly of all, servicing their master and each other sexually.

What separated him from all of his competition on the world stage was the truly stunning setting of his estate (paid for through an unexplained fortune that far exceeded the revenue from his clients) and the high quality latex suits that were provided for the use of his clients, which each client was locked inside of at the beginning of their stay.

Though well known, he still remained an enigma to the people who knew him, the only ones who knew the truth, were those like the young couple, who sat splayed on their living room carpet.

The master inspected them thoroughly, their bodies recently deflated and turned to latex, they were perfect. With an amused smile, the master gingerly placed the two latex pup suits into his suit case, taking excellent care to not damage them, not for their sake, but strictly for their extended time of service dedicated to him.

The master's profession was owning his clients like his own personal slaves, a contract that they chose to follow due to their desire for very specific sexual release, but the master's source of wealth was very much reliant on people like the couple that he had picked up and stored inside of his suitcase, along with the many others inside of his suitcase already, neatly packed away to reserve more space for more to fit inside. These people all volunteered to join the master's collection as inanimate latex pupsuits, the very same that he requires his clients to wear. He smirked as he zipped up the suitcase, it was now full to its' capacity for today, a grand total of thirty new suits now belonged to him fully. In total, the master had about 1,600 suits neatly packaged and vaccuum sealed inside of large boxes in his estate attic, eagerly awaiting their time in the sun, a time that for most, will not come for years. Did they regret their descision to give all of their eaerhly possessions to the master, all of their money and property, all to live as his inanimate property? perhaps, but in the end, who really cared what they thought? When their empty latex body hit the floor, the master stopped seeing them as human, only as just another one of his possessions. If they were torn, scratched, became too much of a hassle for his servants to clean, they would simply be disgarded and tossed away, they mattered that little to their master... and for some, that is all that they ever dreamed of.

The light switch was flicked, the door was shut and the couple's life had ended, but at the same time, the lives of an inanimate husky and an inanimate doberman pup suits had just begun.

□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□

Unique request from a big friend of mine.
If any of you have an idea, no matter how obscure your fetish or your interests, I'll see what I can do to please you, remember to sent in your notes if you have suggestions. I read them all. 🐾