"Ugh. . .what did I do last night?" Trisha groaned as she got up, still feeling slightly hung over. The day before, she remembered, she had successfully completed her bio- fusion ray, and decided to celebrate her success by going out and getting completely wasted. But who was she kidding? It wasn't as if she'd ever needed an excuse to get wasted before.
After the first few drinks, her memory had gotten a bit hazy . She remembered that her lab-assistant, Fred, had been there at the bar. She had always thought that, even for a scientist, he was a bit weird, and she vaguely remembered feeling slightly suspicious about the way he kept looking at her as he continued to buy her one drink after another. After that, nothing but blurred, incomprehensible images, then nothing at all. 'Damn, I'm never doing this again' she swore.
After she yawned and stretched, she opened her eyes, then blinked them several times in astonishment.
"Hey! What am I doing in Fred's apartment?" She said, "And where's his pet iguana?"
". . .And that's why, for the past thirty days, I've remained completely alcohol free."
As Trisha finished telling her story, the other AA members gave her an excited round of applause.
It's true, things had been pretty bad at first after what happened. Finding clothing that fit was definitely a challenge, and when word got to the press about the "Lizard Lady," her home had been bombarded with reporters day and night, with cameras flashing into her windows nonstop, each of them trying to make the first page for 'The Globe' or 'The Enquirer'. She spent whole days at home in the fetal position, crying.
But eventually things died down, and shortly after she had obtained a rather large restraining order against Fred, she managed to get her life mostly together, and decided to swear herself off of drinking for good. Soon after, she returned to her job at the laboratory. She still gets the occasional weird looks from her co-workers (She seems to unconsciously flick her tongue a lot) but she has gotten used to it. Her new assistant Jonathan (Fred had been promptly fired after court proceedings) was more than sympathetic, and the two eventually became close. They are now engaged, both currently working on the DNA-Separation ray that they hope will eventually change Trisha back to normal. But as long as she has Jonathan by her side, she doesn't really care if it works.
Conrad groaned as he woke up after the Poe 'We survived Combat Finals' party. Slowly the Bi-boy began to take stock. "Oh God.... What were we drinking last night? My mouth tasts like I was sucking Fubar's wiggleses. An what did i let Jordan do to me? Mmm ok, got a tail.... and...." -flicks out tongue- "A forked tongue. Wonder why I don't have a lisp? Mmm, collar... Boobs. Those don't surprise me much. Remember her putting them on my chest last ni... Crap. She took my man hood! I hope she'll be willing to reattach it some time later."
Little did Conrad know someone had put the latex covered organ in the sun room fish tank... in which swam several of their cottage mates made over into mini-mermaids and mermen.
Yeah... Jordan's the embodiment of everything her sister Noelle ever repressed prior to her manifestation, including the twin she'd absorbed in utero. Noelle was interested in the Pet Play, but never did anything more then a few covert peeks at web pages. Jordan likes her pets and being a pet. Noelle is modest, Jordan wears little more then latex paint when she can get away with it.
it's a good thing that Beltane's graduated in my story when Jordan comes to Poe.
I have a collar fetish, which spreads into my petplay stories. It's not automatically a sinister thing, in real BDSM circles it's a way for a Dom/me + sub to publicize their relationship. If you find a sub wearing a collar you know they belong to somebody and you daren't mess with them without their owners permission.
Online stories and RP tend to be way over the top compared to "real" bdsm play since the over the top stories suit many people's fantasies. My own preference is to try to stay fairly close to realistic, but even I have my moments of flights of fancy. Really the bdsm is half about what gets somebody emotionally charged, and half about what gets them sexually charged; though often they can be the same things. If you are interested in an idea of what a real-life bdsm relationship would feel like read: shiniez.deviantart.com/ Sunstone stories. And though I won't claim to know everything about bdsm, I'm more than willing to answer questions.
The written stories tend to be over the top, because that's what a lot of people fantasize about. They don't reflect the realities of BDSM play at all. Collars aren't restricted to petplay, it's a common factor in BDSM in general. If you want a hint of what real-world BDSM is like shiniez.deviantart.com/ Sunstone story is a good one. There's a considerable difference between online RP BDSM and the BDSM played out in the real world. If you have any questions don't be afraid to ask.