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Canine

By Rubrpig

Eric woke up and realized that he needed to make some changes in his life. Since the sudden death of his parents in a traffic accident, and final settlement of their estates, he had been feeling unsettled and lost. The only thing that seemed to give him an anchor to his life his long distance relationship with his Sir. Even though they had never met in person, they had built a strong relationship with the almost daily Skype calls.

As the day wore on he grew more and more undecided and troubled. So, the day finally ended and he left the office and headed home. He started to look forward to the Skype call that was scheduled for tonight.

After dinner, he settled into his desk chair and logged into Skype to wait for his Sir to log in. After 20 minutes, the familiar tones of the incoming call came through and he quickly accepted the call and opened the video call. Filling the screen was his Sir, which just made him feel better and more relaxed.

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Hidden Storage

By Rubrpig

Part 1 – Capture and Storage

Alex woke up and stretched. He got up and walked to the bathroom and had a piss. Time for breakfast and coffee before heading to work. He walked downstairs to the smell of fresh coffee and breakfast cooking. His slave had as usual was up, as the time lock on its cell released it to prepare for its owner’s breakfast. He walked into the kitchen, his cock, eight inches soft, swung as he walked in yawning. His coffee and breakfast was ready and on the table waiting for him. The slave was kneeling in the corner head down waiting for orders. Alex ate his breakfast and relaxed over his coffee and read the paper that he had instructed the slave to fetch from the front step. Time to head to work. He headed back up stairs to shower and dress leaving the slave to clean up the kitchen. On his way out, he told the slave that he would be late returning this evening. He was to clean the house, prepare a cold supper for his owner and wait for him to return. The slave nodded to acknowledge the instructions and Alex headed for the garage and left for work.

The slave spent the day cleaning and maintaining its owner’s home and belongings. Its owner’s boots, shoes, and leathers were cleaned, polished and treated. The house was cleaned and everything was soon as its owner preferred it to look. Along the way it ate what it was allowed and drank water from its bowl to keep itself hydrated. It looked at the time and prepared the cold supper of roasted chicken and salad and put it in the fridge ready for serving. it then took its place in the corner of the kitchen to wait for its owner’s return. Waiting patiently, it slowly slipped into a light sleep but was startled by a sudden sound which seemed to come from the back of the house. it quickly got to its feet and went to check the house. it walked into the rear sunroom of the house and standing there were three men in racing leathers, boots, gloves and helmets. They were armed. The slave stopped and put its arms up to surrender to show them it would behave.

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Homeland Security?

By Rubrpig

Jonathon Wells stood looking out of the windows of his 58th floor office, contemplating the next few days that he finally decided to take off. As CEO of Wells Technology, the world leader in nano technology and Quantum Computing, he founded it right out of University and built into the multi-billion dollar tech giant which dominated these developing and strategic fields.

He needed some time off, so he decided to do so despite heavy pressure from his U.S.-based Director of Special Projects to participate in a series of conferences with the Department of Homeland Security about several new projects for the US division. His Special Projects Director had flown to Toronto to meet with him and try to get him to confirm his participation in the upcoming conferences.

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