Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. It is purely fantasy from my own twisted mind. No part of it, or future chapters of it, or any of my future works, may be distributed or saved without my permission. The focus of the story will revolve around hardcore petplay, all forced that will become consensual in the end. As well as bondage, and other sexual play. Warning: The following story will contain bathroom control, which will include detail in regard to both bodily functions, although not sexually. However these themes will only take place much further along in the story. If reading about such things will disturb you, move right along. This is my first time writing something like this outside erotic roleplay. I've been roleplaying erotically for the past several years, and normal roleplay for years before that. I use a great site for all types of sexual play. I highly recommend it: www.f-list.net With that said, I hope you enjoy it, and please give me feedback! Positive or negative. I'm always up for improvement. I will continue the story if I get encouragement to do so. I'm planning on building this story up for awhile. I have a feeling this story will prove much different then you are all used to. I hope that's a good thing. =] If you wish to send me feedback: Email: gokuhiromi2@gmail.com ------------------------------------------ Golden streams of sun streaked though partially spaced blinds. They covered sliding glass doors that led out to the balcony of Michael's top floor master suite. The balcony looked out over 130 spacious acres of land which his family, and now he alone, owned. Surrounding his four story mansion complex, was a stretch of endless forest that spanned for many miles in either direction. The nearest town was an hour drive away. The entire complex was surrounded by a tall stone wall with an intricately designed steel gate entrance, separating wild forest from Michael's flat, grassy complex. To gain entrance to the mansion, one had to press a call button and be let in by a guard. After buying the property, Michael's parents had forbid hikers and other unwanted visitors. To guard against that, and wild animals in the forest, they had put signs warning against trespassing. Somewhere outside, birds were chirping sweet melodious tunes. Stirring gently awake, 19 year old Michael yawned quietly and rubbed his eyes awake. He glanced at the clock on his bedside table. It read 7:30 a.m. Above his clock there was a call-box that could be used to call down to any floor he chose and speak to his staff of any particular room. He spoke to his head kitchen chef and requested breakfast be served in an hour. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Michael Calvahone scanned his bedroom. His bed rested on the back wall in the center, round and covered in white silk linen. He swung out of bed and stretched for another moment, giving his body a few scratches in the right places. He picked up his iPad and checked for updates on his favorite websites. Most of them involving underage girls and teens. Because of his wealth, and his connections, he had access to many things normal people did not. Michael removed his boxers; the only article of clothing covering his 5'10" slim but muscled body. In doing so, he exposed his circumcised member and genitals. His cock was about 5 inches when soft. Nine when hard. Michael entered his white-tiled bathroom, complete with a hot-tub and three-headed shower. Michael showered, dried, and headed to his walk-in-closet where he dressed. He slipped luxurious Italian shoes onto his feet, bathed his limber legs with a pair of tight-fitted jeans, and a button down shirt over his upper-torso. He left his top button exposed. Though he didn't have much hair on his chest, it was enough to look quite attractive. All his clothes, like the mansion he lived in, were expensive. Once dressed he headed downstairs. There were only two floors to his completely energy efficient home. At about 17,000 square feet, it was quite a sight. It was a mix of Victorian and modern style blended seamlessly together. The bottom floor contained a left and right wing. The top floor housed Michael's room, a small library, mini gym complete with a training arena, and a stocked home-theater/entertainment room. The bottom floor housed a gorgeous entrance room and dining hall. An indoor pool that could become an outside one was located in the left wing, and several beautifully designed, fully stocked guest suites were located in the right wing, for when guests stayed over for long periods of time. This was in case there were long-term residents. Among such guests included Mayors, and other high officials. These sections could be sealed off to become completely private as well. On the property was a small lake, and a boat for fishing. This was located behind, and to the left of the house. On the right was a stable, where Michael kept a few prized breeding horses. In front of his house on the left, some yards away, was a large parking garage. Inside were several expensive automobiles including a sleek limo. Michael proceeded down the stairs to the first floor. Just beyond the front door, situated in the center of the bottom floor, was a sitting area. It consisted of chairs and a couch in front of a fireplace. The fireplace was placed in the center of the room in the middle of a slight crater of wood. It was surrounded by plexiglass, and a hatch for managing the pit. To the left of the fireplace, along the wall were wooden, double-doors that led into the main library and reading table. On the wall opposite it on the left, was a hall to the pool wing. The roof and wall to the outside, could both be retracted electronically, making it an outside pool. Michael had the wealth in order to have such complex machinery built for him. Behind the fireplace, was an open hall leading to the back of the house. To the left and right of the fireplace, on the back wall of the sitting area, were two staircases on either side up to the second floor. As Michael had descended through the house, he eyed various maids and servants tending to the household needs. Portraits of family members and landscapes decorated the walls. Like the paintings and pictures, the staff generally paid him no heed as he went about doing whatever nefarious deeds he was interested in. They were paid well enough to keep their mouths shut and their loyalty close. They greeted him with 'Good Morning Sir' with a smile and nod, and he reciprocated the greeting. He went to each one and wished them well and asked how each one was doing. After reaching the bottom floor, Michael made his way to the dining hall. The dining room was spacious, with a tiled floor and chandelier lighting the area. A round wooden dance floor was in the very center. A long wooden table was situated on top. Four thick, marble pillars on either side held up the room, which could be used for various events. Parties, weddings, etc. The table was decorated with a table runner, a candelabra in the center, and a seating arrangement with china, for one at the end. Taking his seat, the teen rang a small dinner bell, and moments later servants came out with a few rolling carts of food. As he ate, Michael reflected on his life so far. At 19, his parents had owned an entire conglomerate of businesses. The size of which had made them one of the most wealthy families on Earth. His parents had died tragically not too long ago. An accident involving their private jet. Once they had died, Michael had essentially acquired the entire fortune. He'd quit Harvard to live the rest of his life in luxury. He left his family's company to be run by trusted friends and CEO's, only taking over certain transactions when needed. In the meantime, Michael took up hobbies like martial arts. His weapon of choice being the Tonfa. Though slim, Michael's techniques allowed him to bring much stronger men to the ground with little effort. Still though, he yearned for a companion. Specifically a pet dog. His parents never really paid attention to him growing up. He was the standard spoiled rich boy. All he had were the servants, and a beautiful, female Labrador Retriever. He had named her Princess. A cliche name to be sure, but sadly, Michael had become allergic not too long ago and had to rid himself of her. Michael still kept all of Princess' old equipment. A large pet bed, crate, toys and collar. Though now they were all in storage. Michael had looked for a pet to replace Princess, but found he had developed quite a strong reaction to animals that not even the best medication money could buy could cure. He was determined to try just one more time to find a perfect pet to replace Princess though. He'd been through many sexual exploits, with girls of all ages, with or without their consent. But it all became so boring for him. He needed something exciting and new. Something bold and dangerous. Something more taboo then just sex with underaged girls. He needed inspiration for a crazy, insane idea. He certainly had enough resources to do anything he might set his sick little mind to. Despite thoughts like that, Michael could be very caring and loving. As he bit into his plate of eggs and hash browns, he felt tired of being alone... TO BE CONTINUED...?