A Short Leash… Fantasy Pet Play Erotica

Born wild, Sierra was purchased by a foolish citizen who could not hope to contain her. Now in the hands of professional pet trainer, Master Kade, she unleashes her worst upon him…

For long moments they sized one another up, trying to work out what would happen next.

“You’re going to have to come on out of there,” he said. “I know you’re scared, but there’s really nothing to fear here.”

“I’m not scared. You should be scared,” Sierra spat back at him.

“Mhm. Now you’re starting to misbehave. I don’t tolerate misbehavior. Come on out of there, Sierra. You’re not an animal and you don’t need to act like one.”

“Not an animal? That is all I am.”

“Animals don’t string together sentences the way you do. Come on out now, girl.”

He was seeing her as she had not been seen since before being trapped, looking at her with eyes that saw her not as a commodity, but as a person. Strange. Very strange. Sierra was very confused by this man.

“I’m going to help you out,” he said. “Don’t do anything silly.”

He reached into the crate. Before he could make contact with her she bit him, her teeth sinking into the fleshy part of his hand.

Nothing happened. He stared down at her, those iridescent eyes drawing her in as she sank her teeth into his flesh just shy of hard enough to draw blood. She was being cautious. He was completely unmoved, it was as if he didn’t even feel the grip of her jaw.

“So you think biting works, do you? Not here, my girl. Not here. Let go. Now.”

Sierra didn’t let go. She’d committed to the bite and usually she never let go until the citizen screamed and ran away. Master Kade didn’t seem inclined to scream and he hadn’t moved an inch. He hadn’t even moved his hand away. He was just letting her have it, demanding that she control herself. She could see the powerful set of his shoulders, the thick brawn of his arms. He could have beaten her into next week, but he didn’t seem inclined to violence.

“You have three seconds to let go,” he said. “Before your hide pays the price for this.”

She did not let go. This was the testing point. This was the defining moment that would shape their relationship. If she let go she would be acknowledging that he controlled her. If he broke first then she would be back to the antagonistic relationship she’d had with the citizen who claimed to own her.

“3…2…1…”

He reached down with his other hand, clamped it around the back of her neck and pulled her up from her hiding place with her teeth still on his hand. Sierra could not resist his grip, her muscles moved at his urging as he eased her up and and out of the crate.

Master Kade did not speak again as he drew her across open ground to the bench where he had sat before, one hand on the back of her neck, the other still firmly lodged in her mouth. Neither of them were prepared to give any quarter it seemed. Kicking, squirming and squealing through her teeth, Sierra did not know what his intention was, she just knew she wanted him to give way first.

It wasn’t until he sat down and used his grasp to angle her down and over his thighs that she realized she might be in some form of trouble. Giving way didn’t seem to be on his agenda, instead he held her prone body across his lap, wrapping his free arm around her waist whilst she continued to bite the other hand.

“This is going to get quite painful for you if you don’t let go,” he informed her calmly. “I don’t want to have to discipline you, Sierra, but you’re not leaving me much choice.”

Sierra didn’t listen to his words. Words were meaningless. All that mattered was the fact that she still had her toothy grip in place and he had not managed to dislodge her. She fancied she was winning.

Without further warning, Master Kade slapped her on the bottom. It was not a hard slap, but it was enough to sting. Sierra was wearing a long shirt and short shorts, both made of silk. They were the only fine things about her. The citizen had always insisted that she wear nice things so that anyone coming to visit might be able to admire her shock of violet hair and pale blue eyes. The clothing provided precisely no protection against the hard flat of his hand as it began bounding off the rounds of her cheeks with rapidly increasing intensity.

Sierra yelped around his hand and almost let go. Almost. Her mouth came off for a second as she let out an old swear word then clamped back down again.

“You don’t want this to go on much longer,” he informed her, his deep voice rumbling down at her. “It’s going to start burning, and it won’t go away any time soon either. The longer I smack your bottom, the longer you feel the effects.”

was fair warning, but Sierra did not much appreciate it. The strong man could not be allowed to think that he could control her with his bulk, or with the striking of his hand. He had to know that she was unbreakable. Her jaw was starting to ache from the effort of sustaining the bite, and her bottom was much warmer than she liked it to be, but she persevered through the discomfort with the aim of impressing him with her resolve and puncturing him with the sharpness of her teeth. His skin was holding though. It was much tougher than the hide of most citizens, more conditioned to withstanding a bite from a wild thing.

Sierra began to squirm to try to work some of the discomfort out of her cheeks and avoid some of the slaps which seemed to land in the same place over and over by design. The motion brought with it a new sensation, something pleasant at the apex of her thighs where her barely clad body met the hard muscular length of his leg. A slow grind turned into a writhing as Master Kade picked up the pace.

The pulsing between her thighs grew with every slap, propelling her hips against his leg. She let out a small moan which was lost in the sounds of spanking as Kade propped his thigh up a little higher and set to spanking her harder and faster.

Never before in her life had Sierra been so completely lost in a whirlwind of sensation. The slaps came with a burning heat that was not entirely pleasant, but her body was taking the pain and turning it to pleasure almost as fast as Kade could deliver each swat. This was what she had needed for a very long time, to unleash fully on someone and to be held through it. To find some hard limit which could not be trespassed against. She seemed to have found one in Master Kade.

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Caged by a neglectful master, Sierra dreams of the freedom she had in the wilds, far from the city-dwellers who use women with wild genes as hunting pets. When her inept owner tires of her biting him, he brings her to Master Kade, a specialist trainer. Upon seeing her pitiful state, Kade confiscates Sierra from the fool who mistreated her and takes her as his own.

From the moment Sierra lays eyes on Kade, she’s sure of two things: the muscular, scarred man carries the same wild gene she does, and just as importantly, he is used to getting his way. Sierra has no intention of being trained without a fight, but she soon learns that her new master is more than ready to make her obey, even if that means a hard spanking on her bare bottom. As much as she resists him, Kade quickly proves he can be gentle as well as firm. Being in his arms makes Sierra feel safe, and when he takes her to his bed she finds herself satisfied in a way she has never felt before.

Her training reaches a new level when Kade allows his best friend, a doctor, to thoroughly, intimately examine his pet, leaving her blushing with shame yet helplessly aroused. Doctor Charles is everything Kade is not—debonair, educated, and a model citizen—yet Sierra finds herself irresistibly drawn to his quiet dominance. Between Kade’s wild appeal and Charles’ calm allure, Sierra isn’t sure where her future lies, until she discovers that while a pet cannot serve two masters, she can be shared by them.

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Catching A Reluctant Bride…

Ordered to marry a mere knight who has already proven himself capable of spanking her bare bottom for the most minor of infractions, Princess Madeline tries to escape her intended husband, only to find herself lost and cold in the deep, dark woods.

The mist had turned to a wet dew which soaked her slippers within steps, chilling her toes. Despairing, Madeline looked about for some warm nook or cranny. She spied a large tree with sprawling roots ringed by bushes which was less exposed than the open grass.

Curled up in woody embrace, Madeline closed her eyes and tried to sleep. With cold air biting at her nose and toes, she tucked herself into the smallest ball possible and prayed for morning. Unfortunately, sleep did not come easily to the shivering princess. Each minute seemed more torturous than the last. She began to think of the tales she’d heard, of wandering kings with bloody stumps where there heads once were. Every sound in the depths of the wilds sounded as though it could be the shuffling steps of a decapitated monarch. She did not know what was worse, her fear or the bitter cold, but both were fast becoming mortal threats when a splashing down river made her sit bolt upright.

The stallion lifted his head and nickered in the direction of the sound. He did not seem concerned by it, so Madeline reasoned it probably was not a predator, nor a ghost for that matter. Were horses afraid of ghosts? She imagined they probably would be. They were afraid of most things.

Light reflected off the water as a mounted rider drew closer. The bearer was holding the light high and back so that his face was in shadow. It could be a barbarian or a bandit. It could be death itself coming for her. Chilled fingers seemed to creep about her heart as her own cold hands clasped her dress close for comfort. Slowly the band of light fell first over the stallion, then over her. She looked into it, her eyes wide as the shadowy figure swung itself down from the horse it rode and came toward her.

“Princess, you do have a talent for finding trouble.”
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An Escort Worthy of a Queen…

Princess Madeline and Sir Gregory are the hero and heroine of my latest medieval romantic exploit Tamed by the Knight, but what of the secondary characters? In this case, they are mostly of the four legged kind…

“Come,” he said. “Our party awaits.”

“We will be traveling with others? An armed escort?” In spite of her bravado, Madeline rather liked the idea of being accompanied by a contingent of soldiers. Her mother and sister would certainly be protected that way.

“Something like that,” Sir Gregory replied. “Come.”

Madeline followed him to the stables where their horses had been readied. The horses were not alone. There were also two hounds, tall, lanky creatures with broad chests and wide heads filled with flashing teeth. Their black rimmed maws opened in wide panting grins as Sir Gregory approached. One lunged toward him as he drew closer and put its paws on his chest. Standing erect, it was almost as tall as he. Sir Gregory greeted the creature with a vigorous rubbing on the back of its head which made the animal throw its face into the air and pant its glee. It was a well dressed beast, a thick metal collar ran the length of its neck, etched with scenes of battle and valor. Sir Gregory laughed as the beast lapped at his face with its great tongue.
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No More Spanking, No More Caning, Fun To Be Permitted By License Only

Today the UK banned spanking and caning in pornographic movies produced in the UK. They also banned female ejaculation because they don’t believe it’s a real thing and they think it’s just a sneaky way for women to pee everywhere.*

Pornography in Britain is now to consist of nothing but a fully dressed woman in a lace collar with her hair tied back in a chignon quoting episodes of Downton Abbey. Because that, apparently, is what the world has fucking come to.

I’m not pissed off because it’s sexist. (Which it undoubtedly is.) Or because it impinges on freedom. (Which it does.) I’m pissed off because this is yet another assault on our right to be human at a basic level. I’m so, so, so very very tired of the constant barrage of rules and regulations of things that should never have been up for rule or regulation in the first place. No sooner are we born than we are stripped of half the damn things that make us human in the first place.

Sexuality and its accompanying urges and impulses, as non-missionary and not at all for procreation as they may be should be regulated only to the extent that a consenting partner of sufficient age is involved. That’s it. Those are all the rules we need. Anything more than that is just voyeurism on a governmental level.

The fixation of law makers with getting into the collective pants of a nation and telling them where they are and are not allowed to find satisfaction is in itself a fairly skin crawling phenomenon. It’s a violation of the special relationship between a man or a woman, a camera operator, a lighting technician, a webmaster, and oh, yes, the tens of thousands of people who’d quite like to watch some spanking movies without having to check with Westminster first.

(*They confuse women with incontinent cats – which are also not allowed in pornography.)