Felix Katz Originals

Most people thought the drones were androids: human-shaped robots. They only knew them from TV: unit after unit standing motionless in a row, black rubber skin gleaming, with a drone commander unit with its orange shoulder patch at the front, dark lenses staring blankly ahead. But it had turned out that building a device this complex was easier when you took advantage of some … prior art. Human nervous systems still out-performed all but the most advanced computers, and growing a clone in a vat was cheaper than assembling a robot from parts. Separating the higher-level cognitive functions from consciousness had proven to be trickier than expected. But by inserting a mediator between the cortex and the brainstem, the drone creators were able to take advantage of the autonomous functions of the vegetative nervous system, as well as tap into the cognitive processing power of the cortex, all the while staying in control of the drone’s actions. But even the creators didn’t know what w...

It was fun watching the wolf stumble around on the convention floor, padding around unsteadily, peering into the distance. People came up to him and hugged him, draped his arms around them, and took pictures with him. It was a very cute suit too, with big ears and big eyes, and huge plushy paws that couldn’t grasp anything. Not that the wolf could grasp anything. His hands were in bondage mittens under the paws, which made it impossible to hold on to anything. Occasionally someone would try to talk with the wolf. The fursuit only answered with nods or gestures. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t have replied. Every once in a while the fursuit twitched and twisted. People thought it was funny to see the wolf cavort around. Not that it was under his control – electric currents prompted the twitching, and he could not do anything to stop it. Getting the occupant into the fursuit had been a bit of work. But watching him now, cute from the outside, but helpless and suffering inside t...

Mistress was taking puppy to the club tonight. Well, I call her mistress. Not because she’s dominant – she’s not – but because she’s this puppy’s mistress when we go out. Mistress also has a dick under her skirt – but when she puts on her boobs and her heels and her rubber catsuit and her makeup, she becomes a slutty rubber girl. A rubber girl with a rubber puppy. You know how some it girls carry around a chihuahua in a bag? That’s basically what I am to her. Just that I’m a bit bigger than a chihuahua. A rubber puppy that keeps her company, gives her unconditional love and attention, and that she can show off to her friends. So that’s what I am. The rubber puppy. Kept in rubber from head to toe. With a puppy hood locked on. A gag in my muzzle because mistress doesn’t like me to be loud. Paws locked on cuz puppies don’t have hands. And my dick locked away behind a steel chastity belt, because mistress doesn’t want me humping things. She doesn’t want me humping anything but her own ...

“This is a time lock safe. You press the button on the lid, and it locks for whatever time it is set to. I put all the keys in there, so if you want to keep me locked in rubber and chastity for the night, just push the button, and I won’t be able to get out until tomorrow morning.” – “Oooh, this looks like fun!” Before I could stop you, you spun the dial another couple of times and pressed the button. With a mechanical clunk, the safe locked shut and locked my keys inside. “But 8 hours is really not long enough.” You showed me the display. It read “1 day, 23 hours, 59 minutes.” I watched it go down to 58 minutes while the reality sank in. You had just imprisoned me in rubber and chastity for the next 48 hours! And there was no way I was going to get out of this.