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 Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 6:30 pm
Mutt nipped at Logans fingers for a second, not to hurt him, just to be playful and then trotted down the hallway disappearing for a few seconds. He returned with a rainbow patterned frisbee, laying it down at Logans feet and barked a few times
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 6:49 pm
Logan picked up the disc, giving Mutt another petting as he made his way out the french doors. "You can't spend all your time inside, you know. You need fresh air and exercise."
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 6:56 pm
Mutt headed out the door way, taking a quick run down into the grassy area, every other step was a bounce. He had not been out to play....almost ever. Distancing himself from Logan, he awaited the first throw of the frisbee
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 7:12 pm
Logan gave it a toss, noting the dog's exhuberance. "Don't tell me that you were kept holed up. Why would anyone do that to you?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 7:20 pm
((I'm on. But I have no one to rp with so I shall stay hidden.))
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 7:26 pm
Mutt prepared himself and jumped up, catching the frisbee in his mouth. Quadruped became Biped as he reverted to his human form, the frisbee still in his mouth. He took it out "I....I just never had a caring master" he said, throwing the frisbee back. "My masters didn't even let me know my real name.....they just called me Mutt" he said with a sigh
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 7:32 pm
((Logan and Mutt are out on the grass in the garden if you want to come out))
Logan tossed it again. "I think it's irresponsible not to give my slaves every chance to keep their health up. I consider it an investment. Besides, it makes all of you so much prettier and so much more willing to find pleasure."
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 7:36 pm
Mutt didn't bother trying to catch the frisbee, "Pleasure........?" he said, his ears flattening on his head, a confused look on his face, "What does pleasure mean?" he asked, this whole concept new to him, he let out a little whimper, wondering if Logan was disappointed with him
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 7:44 pm
Logan raised a brow. "Enjoyment. Feelings of goodness, excitement, titilation." He walked over, running his finger along Mutt's chest. "That wonderful itch that makes you hump a leg or roll on your back, begging for more. Bloody hell, darling, just think of how it feels when you lick yourself."
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 7:49 pm
"I..." he said, a little embarassed at Logans last comment. "Can...you...show me?" he asked, his face blushed a bright shade of red, still not exactly knowing what Logan was talking about
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 8:08 pm
Logan leaned in to give Mutt a deep kiss, sliding his hand down to his crotch to give him a good groping. ".... Now get the idea?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 8:15 pm
Mutts heart started beating faster, the demon blood flowed through his body, a sence of lust in his eyes "more master.....more please" he said, his voice deeper then usual
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 8:22 pm
Logan laughed, pulling Mutt agaisnt him. "Feeling those instincts rise, now? What do they make you feel like doing?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 8:28 pm
"They.....They" he panted, feeling the warmth of Logans body against his own, "THIS!" he said, kissing Logans neck, nibbling it a little bit. The blood stopped pumping and Mutt pulled away, "Master....I....I didn't know what I was doing" he said, a little nervous, "I'm sorry" he said with a little whimper
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 8:39 pm
Logan chuckled, walking past to pick up the frisbee. "You shouldn't always be tame, darling. Sometimes you need to go with your instincts." He looked back over his shoulder. "What name would you like to go by?"
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