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Jennifer, wife and petPart 1
(Fetish, Petplay, Puppyplay, consensual, reluctant)
By ChangeYourPassword
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.
Synopsis: Jennifer becomes Mark's wife, and reluctantly, a replacement for his beloved dog.
Mark met Jennifer at the dog park. As so often happens, they were initially known to each other only as Penny's dad, and Harpo's mom.
They were drawn together by their almost identical Golden Retrievers. Both of their dogs were well behaved, and gorgeous as Goldens are. And both of the dogs were mature, and getting on in years.
Both of them, the humans, that is, were reasonably attractive and outgoing, so it was easy for them to pair up and chat, while their dogs played.
"Harpo?" he had asked. "As in the Marx brothers? But he was a male."
"I know, I know, but when I got her I was young and my father had introduced me to old Marx Brothers' movies, and I absolutely loved Harpo, so that's what I went with," she replied, amicably.
Spending weekend mornings at the park with their dogs was a habit they both shared. So, over the space of a couple of months they became something more than mere acquaintances, they became friends. As he was ten years older than she was, it started out more like older brother and younger sister, but it grew from there.
They graduated from just talking at the park, to going out to breakfast after each session. They found a nice restaurant with a patio dining area where well behaved dogs, like theirs, were allowed.
It became a highlight of their respective weeks, and the sessions at the restaurant became two and then three-hour visits, that they both enjoyed immensely.
But things took a sad turn when, Harpo had to be put down. She'd used up all of her energy and given Jennifer all of her love, and had earned her trip to doggie heaven.
Jennifer was heartbroken, and Mark's support and Penny's added presence as a substitute, helped her through the rough times.
"I always said that when I die, I want to be reincarnated as Harpo. She was so perfect! Her life was so perfect." She said, one day, as her eyes filled with tears.
Maintaining their tradition, Jennifer continued to meet up with Mark and Penny at the dog park, and they continued to go to the outdoor restaurant, afterwards. Penny, as much as Mark, helped her recover from her loss.
Mark, meanwhile was developing a strong affection for his much younger friend.
Jennifer was only 22 and fresh out of college. She had a new position in marketing at a large company in the area. During their get-togethers, Mark slowly built his knowledge and understanding of her, and his feelings for her, grew.
She 'd never been married. She was pretty, but not beautiful, and had a thin, and short, body. She kept in shape by walking and running.
Of course, she was also learning about him. And she liked what she saw. He was all of 32 years old, and an engineer with a mid-sized aerospace company. They apparently built the high-tech space suits for NASA, as well as the private companies who were pushing into the space race.
He didn't admit to being the owner of the company and the brains behind the organization's successful designs. He saw no reason to either brag, or intimidate her with his status and wealth.
Mark was divorced, as his wife, who had stuck with him during the lean years while he was just getting started, had finally gotten too lonely and frustrated by his single-minded dedication to his work. And once the company had grown enough to be worth big bucks, she had taken her share (several million) and split.
He missed her terribly. He had truly loved her and the abandonment really hurt him. It took him a while to understand her actions, and he realized that he couldn't really blame her. He did tend to be obsessive with his company and the complicated and highly technical design work he loved so.
Penny, then, had become his one and only, full-time companion. He held onto her tightly, and was for the first time since his difficult divorce, happily starting to loosen up with Jennifer.
As the months passed, and their relationship strengthened and flourished, the two of them become more than best friends, they became lovers, and were continuing to work their way through the 'we're falling in love' step of the relationship-building process.
Jennifer still, though didn't have any idea that Mark was truly RICH, she just thought that he was a well-paid senior engineer.
His home in Silicon Valley was nice, as all of them were in the up-scale, Saratoga neighborhood, but not a mansion by any means. He konyaaltı kendi evi olan escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/antalya-escort/konyaalti-kendi-evi-olan-escort) had bought the place five years previously, when his company first started making a reasonable profit. It was before the divorce, and he'd never felt the need to upgrade. It was certainly enough for him and his dog.
Instead, a couple of years after his break-up, he had purchased a second, 'get-away from it all', home a couple hours' drive up North, outside the rich and trendy city of Tiburon, up in Marin County. That place showed off his wealth. The house was large, modern and private, and located on several partially forested acres of land overlooking Northern, San Francisco bay. It had cost him a fortune, but why not? He now had more than enough to afford it.
Unfortunately, he didn't get to use it all that often, as he remained an obsessive designer, engineer and business owner. So, he paid a nice semi-retired couple to maintain the place. The Gonzales' lived in a small, older house next door. One that he also owned, and provided to them rent-free for their services. It was a good deal for the three of them.
When he did make it up there, it was really good for him; and for Penny. It allowed him to relax, forget the pressures of running a multi-million-dollar company, enjoy the beauty, and play with the latest electronic and computer toys that he loved so much. Of course, Penny loved it too, and she spent her days there exploring the large, fenced-in property.
When Penny died, it nearly wrecked him. She was his last link to the good old days of his youth. But she was fourteen, and her body finally gave out. She just couldn't hang with her master any longer.
Mark took it very hard. He just wanted to curl up into a ball and call it quits.
It was Jennifer who helped him through that terribly rough spell.
He actually tried to push her aside, in his terrible grief. He'd lost the two most precious females in his life, and he was afraid of it happening again. But Jennifer persisted. She stuck with him and their love actually grew as a positive result.
One night, in her long running effort to cheer him up, she said, "I'll be your Penny. Let me take her place."
Mark smiled, sadly. "I love you, and I hope we can take our relationship farther, but I don't want you as my puppy, as my pet. You can't be Penny."
"Oh yes I can," she replied, giggling and then climbed into his lap and began licking him, and kissing him and occasionally she even "ARFed".
And it got him laughing, and surprisingly enough, feeling better.
That night, after they had made love, he fell asleep contented and had an elaborate, near-real life dream. It was a pleasant one, where he was playing with Penny up at his get-away home. But it wasn't really his beloved Golden romping around, it was, somehow half Penny and half Jennifer. And he was happy and they were happy.
For the rest of the week, that dream haunted him. In odd moments throughout the day and night the dream returned and tickled the back of his mind.
As it wouldn't go away, he started really thinking about it. He spent dozens of quiet, private hours researching on the Internet. He studied 'furries' and Cosplay and that led him to kinkier stuff like petplay. And when that led to BDSM, he stopped and reconsidered some of his ideas. He certainly wasn't a dominant lover, or a sadist, and he'd never considered tying any woman up or hurting her. And he certainly wasn't going to go there. It wasn't part of his dream.
But, in the end, and before he really realized what he was doing, in bits and pieces, he had done what inventive engineers do. He had assembled a design and a plan to make the events of his happy dream a reality.
Somehow that secret little fantasy project helped him to fully recover from his funk, and everything seemed to get better.
His time with Jennifer was better, more loving and more fulfilling. And his time at work was better too. He allowed himself to back off a bit, and turn over larger pieces of responsibility to his trusted staff. He truly relaxed, for the first time in his life.
Everyone noticed the change in him, especially Jennifer. And she loved it, and loved him, even more.
His friends at work, he had very few outside of work, noticed and were happy for him. And the company actually benefitted. They delivered several excellent products, not because Mark wasn't involved, but because everyone was involved.
And then, out of the blue, the offer came in.
Mark was contacted by one of his largest customers, a huge aerospace firm, and they made a purchase offer for his company that took his breath away.
The mega-companies' CEO flew him out to Virginia on one of their corporate jets. And they wined and dined him, and he and the executives did their darndest to talk Mark into selling. And when Mark indicated that he wasn't interested in parting with his baby, the offer increased, konyaaltı otele gelen escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/antalya-escort/konyaalti-otele-gelen-escort) and increased again, until there was so much money on the table that Mark could no longer resist. With a huge sigh, he agreed to sell.
He flew back and spent a week sequestered in a small boutique hotel in Santa Cruz with his lawyer and his two VPs, and they worked out a package deal for the sale. It would ensure that the company and its employees would remain safe and sound, and it included a one-year 'turn over' period where Mark would stay on as a consultant. At the last minute, he also added one final requirement, whereby he would maintain control of one of the R
(Fetish, Petplay, Puppyplay, consensual, reluctant)
By ChangeYourPassword
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.
Synopsis: Jennifer becomes Mark's wife, and reluctantly, a replacement for his beloved dog.
Mark met Jennifer at the dog park. As so often happens, they were initially known to each other only as Penny's dad, and Harpo's mom.
They were drawn together by their almost identical Golden Retrievers. Both of their dogs were well behaved, and gorgeous as Goldens are. And both of the dogs were mature, and getting on in years.
Both of them, the humans, that is, were reasonably attractive and outgoing, so it was easy for them to pair up and chat, while their dogs played.
"Harpo?" he had asked. "As in the Marx brothers? But he was a male."
"I know, I know, but when I got her I was young and my father had introduced me to old Marx Brothers' movies, and I absolutely loved Harpo, so that's what I went with," she replied, amicably.
Spending weekend mornings at the park with their dogs was a habit they both shared. So, over the space of a couple of months they became something more than mere acquaintances, they became friends. As he was ten years older than she was, it started out more like older brother and younger sister, but it grew from there.
They graduated from just talking at the park, to going out to breakfast after each session. They found a nice restaurant with a patio dining area where well behaved dogs, like theirs, were allowed.
It became a highlight of their respective weeks, and the sessions at the restaurant became two and then three-hour visits, that they both enjoyed immensely.
But things took a sad turn when, Harpo had to be put down. She'd used up all of her energy and given Jennifer all of her love, and had earned her trip to doggie heaven.
Jennifer was heartbroken, and Mark's support and Penny's added presence as a substitute, helped her through the rough times.
"I always said that when I die, I want to be reincarnated as Harpo. She was so perfect! Her life was so perfect." She said, one day, as her eyes filled with tears.
Maintaining their tradition, Jennifer continued to meet up with Mark and Penny at the dog park, and they continued to go to the outdoor restaurant, afterwards. Penny, as much as Mark, helped her recover from her loss.
Mark, meanwhile was developing a strong affection for his much younger friend.
Jennifer was only 22 and fresh out of college. She had a new position in marketing at a large company in the area. During their get-togethers, Mark slowly built his knowledge and understanding of her, and his feelings for her, grew.
She 'd never been married. She was pretty, but not beautiful, and had a thin, and short, body. She kept in shape by walking and running.
Of course, she was also learning about him. And she liked what she saw. He was all of 32 years old, and an engineer with a mid-sized aerospace company. They apparently built the high-tech space suits for NASA, as well as the private companies who were pushing into the space race.
He didn't admit to being the owner of the company and the brains behind the organization's successful designs. He saw no reason to either brag, or intimidate her with his status and wealth.
Mark was divorced, as his wife, who had stuck with him during the lean years while he was just getting started, had finally gotten too lonely and frustrated by his single-minded dedication to his work. And once the company had grown enough to be worth big bucks, she had taken her share (several million) and split.
He missed her terribly. He had truly loved her and the abandonment really hurt him. It took him a while to understand her actions, and he realized that he couldn't really blame her. He did tend to be obsessive with his company and the complicated and highly technical design work he loved so.
Penny, then, had become his one and only, full-time companion. He held onto her tightly, and was for the first time since his difficult divorce, happily starting to loosen up with Jennifer.
As the months passed, and their relationship strengthened and flourished, the two of them become more than best friends, they became lovers, and were continuing to work their way through the 'we're falling in love' step of the relationship-building process.
Jennifer still, though didn't have any idea that Mark was truly RICH, she just thought that he was a well-paid senior engineer.
His home in Silicon Valley was nice, as all of them were in the up-scale, Saratoga neighborhood, but not a mansion by any means. He konyaaltı kendi evi olan escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/antalya-escort/konyaalti-kendi-evi-olan-escort) had bought the place five years previously, when his company first started making a reasonable profit. It was before the divorce, and he'd never felt the need to upgrade. It was certainly enough for him and his dog.
Instead, a couple of years after his break-up, he had purchased a second, 'get-away from it all', home a couple hours' drive up North, outside the rich and trendy city of Tiburon, up in Marin County. That place showed off his wealth. The house was large, modern and private, and located on several partially forested acres of land overlooking Northern, San Francisco bay. It had cost him a fortune, but why not? He now had more than enough to afford it.
Unfortunately, he didn't get to use it all that often, as he remained an obsessive designer, engineer and business owner. So, he paid a nice semi-retired couple to maintain the place. The Gonzales' lived in a small, older house next door. One that he also owned, and provided to them rent-free for their services. It was a good deal for the three of them.
When he did make it up there, it was really good for him; and for Penny. It allowed him to relax, forget the pressures of running a multi-million-dollar company, enjoy the beauty, and play with the latest electronic and computer toys that he loved so much. Of course, Penny loved it too, and she spent her days there exploring the large, fenced-in property.
When Penny died, it nearly wrecked him. She was his last link to the good old days of his youth. But she was fourteen, and her body finally gave out. She just couldn't hang with her master any longer.
Mark took it very hard. He just wanted to curl up into a ball and call it quits.
It was Jennifer who helped him through that terribly rough spell.
He actually tried to push her aside, in his terrible grief. He'd lost the two most precious females in his life, and he was afraid of it happening again. But Jennifer persisted. She stuck with him and their love actually grew as a positive result.
One night, in her long running effort to cheer him up, she said, "I'll be your Penny. Let me take her place."
Mark smiled, sadly. "I love you, and I hope we can take our relationship farther, but I don't want you as my puppy, as my pet. You can't be Penny."
"Oh yes I can," she replied, giggling and then climbed into his lap and began licking him, and kissing him and occasionally she even "ARFed".
And it got him laughing, and surprisingly enough, feeling better.
That night, after they had made love, he fell asleep contented and had an elaborate, near-real life dream. It was a pleasant one, where he was playing with Penny up at his get-away home. But it wasn't really his beloved Golden romping around, it was, somehow half Penny and half Jennifer. And he was happy and they were happy.
For the rest of the week, that dream haunted him. In odd moments throughout the day and night the dream returned and tickled the back of his mind.
As it wouldn't go away, he started really thinking about it. He spent dozens of quiet, private hours researching on the Internet. He studied 'furries' and Cosplay and that led him to kinkier stuff like petplay. And when that led to BDSM, he stopped and reconsidered some of his ideas. He certainly wasn't a dominant lover, or a sadist, and he'd never considered tying any woman up or hurting her. And he certainly wasn't going to go there. It wasn't part of his dream.
But, in the end, and before he really realized what he was doing, in bits and pieces, he had done what inventive engineers do. He had assembled a design and a plan to make the events of his happy dream a reality.
Somehow that secret little fantasy project helped him to fully recover from his funk, and everything seemed to get better.
His time with Jennifer was better, more loving and more fulfilling. And his time at work was better too. He allowed himself to back off a bit, and turn over larger pieces of responsibility to his trusted staff. He truly relaxed, for the first time in his life.
Everyone noticed the change in him, especially Jennifer. And she loved it, and loved him, even more.
His friends at work, he had very few outside of work, noticed and were happy for him. And the company actually benefitted. They delivered several excellent products, not because Mark wasn't involved, but because everyone was involved.
And then, out of the blue, the offer came in.
Mark was contacted by one of his largest customers, a huge aerospace firm, and they made a purchase offer for his company that took his breath away.
The mega-companies' CEO flew him out to Virginia on one of their corporate jets. And they wined and dined him, and he and the executives did their darndest to talk Mark into selling. And when Mark indicated that he wasn't interested in parting with his baby, the offer increased, konyaaltı otele gelen escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/antalya-escort/konyaalti-otele-gelen-escort) and increased again, until there was so much money on the table that Mark could no longer resist. With a huge sigh, he agreed to sell.
He flew back and spent a week sequestered in a small boutique hotel in Santa Cruz with his lawyer and his two VPs, and they worked out a package deal for the sale. It would ensure that the company and its employees would remain safe and sound, and it included a one-year 'turn over' period where Mark would stay on as a consultant. At the last minute, he also added one final requirement, whereby he would maintain control of one of the R