Felix Katz Originals

I woke up to my boyfriend prodding me. “Hey, wake up, puppy. Open your mouth!” I sleepily opened my mouth and let him stick a piece of chocolate in there. I chewed and swallowed while I slowly came to. Everything felt kinda sluggish. I was lying on the bed in my rubber catsuit, and I was wearing a puppy hood. My hands were in rubber paw mitts. Oh yeah, I remembered. I was a dumb puppy. Just a stupid, dumb puppy. And the piece of weed chocolate that my boyfriend just fed me would add to the weed I’d had earlier, and would keep me stoned and stupid. I loved those days where I was just his stupid puppy. Where I had nothing to do but lie around, be stoned, and be played with. He’d tell me to get into my rubber in the morning, lock my puppy hood and paws on me, feed me some edibles, and give me a couple of hits of his weed pen to get me high while the edibles took effect. And I’d just sink into horny, dumb stupor. I hardly noticed the doorbell ringing. When the friend he’d invited ove...

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...

This story first appeared as part of Leash 2: Tales from the Dungeon , presented and illustrated by @SpacePupSilver . Get your copy in his online shop ! Like all stories in Leash 2 , it is based on a real event. I had a feeling that this was going to be a good party. All of my friends would be there, and I knew that I’d feel right at home. Ben had offered to take me there as my handler, and it’s always a good time with him. He knows what I like, and he just does it. I don’t even have to ask. And isn’t that the best thing in the world? Getting what you want, without needing to ask? I pulled on my rubber catsuit in the changing area of the club. I loved sliding into this face-entry suit – I had lubed it up liberally in advance, and once I’d wrestled the attached open-face hood over my hips and slid my arms into the suit, it closed around my neck with the most satisfying feeling. Ben helped me push all the air out of my arms and legs, making sure it felt like a literal second skin...

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 ...

He’d been looking forward to the fetish weekend for a while, and he was determined to spend as much of it in rubber as possible. He only got this kind of opportunity once a year, and he was going to make it count! He put on his rubber for the first time on Friday morning. While his friends were getting up in the apartment they shared, he put on his catsuit with attached gloves and socks, and his puppy hood. This was going to be his outfit for the weekend! His handler locked up his collar and pocketed the key – without the key he would be able to take off neither his hood nor the catsuit. Looking into the mirror, he marvelled at the sleek black shiny rubber puppy that stared back at him. That puppy looked so good! He couldn’t really believe yet that this was him. Leaving the apartment for the first time was weird and scary. He felt extremely self conscious to be wearing nothing but skin tight rubber and a hood on the street. Being in his group of friends gave him some sense of se...

With every strip of PVC tape, my mummification was getting tighter and more restrictive. A voice spoke in my ear, “You’re such a beautiful mummy. It’s a shame that you won’t be able to see yourself. You’ll make a great centerpiece for our banquet later.”

Puppy did everything it could to make you proud. Puppy put on its rubber suit so it would have a shiny glossy latex skin for you. Puppy put on its hood with the waggly ears that you like best. Puppy put a gag in so it wouldn’t be too loud. Puppy also put its dick into its chastity belt. Puppy surrendered all its keys to you. You helped puppy into its paws so it wouldn’t get into trouble, and locked them on. Then came the hardest part. You were going to help puppy put its big puppy tail in. That took a long time! Puppy tried its best, but it needed lots and lots of lube and a lot of patience! But puppy is so lucky that you took the time, always putting it in a little bit further, taking it out, lubing it back up, and trying again. Puppy was close to giving up several times, but you encouraged it to try again and again. When the tail finally slid home, puppy let out a big sigh of relief. The big tail was always so hard to get in, but once it was in it made puppy feel amazing! Pup...

From the time I arrived at the cottage it took them about 15 minutes until they had me in gear: They had me put on my rubber catsuit and the dog hood, gagged me, locked my chastity belt on me, and put paws on me. Then they proceeded to lock everything on me – without the keys nobody would be able to free me from my gear. “Are you comfortable in your gear, puppy?” I nodded vigorously. “Good boy! Now, because you did so much work during our last fetish weekend, with you cooking all the time, we decided that this time you won’t have to work at all. You’ll just be our puppy for the weekend.” “And to remove all temptation to let you out of your gear, we’ll lock you in for the next 48 hours.” With that, he dropped the keys in a time lock safe, spun the dial, and pressed the lock button. The safe locked with a mechanical “whirr-click”. He showed me the display; it read “1 day, 23 hours, 59 minutes.” There was no way out for me for the next two days now. With the paws on I wouldn’t be ab...