Her Bitch

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Dominating Her Pup

"Head down, slut."

He quivered, the black Labrador shivering in place, though he had been under Mistress Steel's hard hoof many times before. In her play room, which could have been as innocuous as a spare bedroom if the grey mare had wanted it to be such, she was the queen, seated on a tall-backed throne with crimson, plush seating and a towering back of polished, dark wood. The canine did not know what wood it was actually made out of, though it was none of his concern, not as Mistress Steel crossed her legs, stealing even a slight glance of her latex-covered pussy from him.

What he did know was that his mistress was resplendent, fully secured in his submissive role, his tail lifted submissively as if to show off that every part of his body was hers and hers alone. He didn't need to do any more than that, never anything more than that, always hers, submissive and giving up everything to her. To her, he was Puppy Spot when he was in her playroom, when the relationship between them changed to mistress and slave, however consensual it was, giving him space from reality and the pressure of making decisions.

If he was just there to serve, all as Puppy Spot, for the singular white spot on his rump, so small that an uncaring eye would have skimmed over, everything was okay with his world. He could focus solely on being pleasing, on submitting to her, on looking out for all the little things that he could do to be better for her. The smallest of things, after all, could be the most important.

Above him, Mistress Steel, otherwise known as Misty, tapped a whip against the palm of her opposite hand, though the smack of black leather into her hand did not hurt her, merely making a noise. Her attire had been carefully chosen that day with an under bust corset that pressed up her chest without hiding anything from view, her nipples on show, perky in the slightly cool air of the play room. Her short coat of grey hair was lightly dappled, jigging a black hoof in the air with her legs crossed, lips quirked up in a tiny smile, though her mane and tail were both neatly and tightly braided. That was something that Puppy Spot had done for her before they had gotten started, but the whip was yet to be used.

"Poor little puppy..."

The mare took her time with her words, confident in the sense that she had all the time in the world with him. And time did not have any meaning for the black lab either as he quivered there, his nose tipped down to the ground, kissing the hoof that remained by the throne on the carpet there, though the rest of the room was poured latex: smooth and easy to clean. Of course, it was always him that ended up cleaning, but it was a soothing final task to a session, to be fair, something that helped ground him and bring him back to reality again.

His backside, of course, was left shoved up in the air as the anthro dog hunkered down on his forearms, Spot resting his chin on the ground while she hummed lightly, as if to herself. And yet the mare knew, even on that small level, that she could draw the canine along with her with the slightest, softest of sounds, however she pleased. Everything she did, when they were in the play room together, was deliberate and calculated.

Except maybe her moans. He loved when he could push her that far, either with his tongue between her legs or worshipping other parts of her. Sometimes, Mistress Steel even let him "fuck" her with a strap-on, though his cock was never permitted to enter her pussy.

But that was alright, a bitch's cock didn't deserve to be the bone buried inside his mistress' pussy. If he was lucky, however, he would be made to serve her in a way that got his cock hard and throbbing, repressed sexual desire igniting within him like never before.

"Up. On the dais."

He knew what that meant. The walls of the playroom were covered in shelves, covered in clear doors so that they were protected from dust, the interior illuminated to show off the many tools and toys and implements that she had to tease and torture him with. He moaned and nodded, crawling to the raised platform only a few feet away, illuminated in a soft spotlight. The control for the lights must have been in his mistress' hand, but it was not his place to ask questions. Although he had been in the play room many times over in his time with her, the rest of the room being cast into sultry, tempting darkness, certain areas only strategically illuminated, still made him shiver in barely contained lust.

"All fours. Don't look around."

He groaned, doing as she asked. He was fortunate that the raised dais, which put him at roughly hip height to her, was padded, for it was more comfortable than the hard floor at the best of times. It was a submissive position to hold too and Spot had to fight down the urge to dip his chest and raise his arse, wanting to do more.

Yet sometimes all he needed to do was exactly what his mistress wanted him to do, what she had ordered. Dimly, as he sank deeper into the sub-space that he had already had one paw in at the start of their session, he breathed slowly and evenly, letting his lungs expand to take in more and more air. It would be needed.

The rustle of something pulling over his mistress' short coat of grey hair and scuffing her latex underwear caught his attention, the dog unable to stop himself from perking up his ears. What was she putting on? He hadn't even realised that she had something else there with her, though perhaps the whip had been there to deliberately mislead him.

His shaft pushed out from his sheath, thinking of that whip again, how delectable the slap of it on his raised, exposed, vulnerable backside was. Oh, how he loved that, even though the blend of pleasure and pain was not for everyone. It got him harder than ever and he was almost disappointed that his mistress was not going to playfully punish him that day, even though there were many, many more things that he could do for her, that they could do together.

"Little bitch, I think you need reminding of your place," she murmured, hooves moving quietly over the rubber floor, though Puppy Spot did so enjoy how they clopped over the harder, wooden floors in the house too. "Don't you agree? No... I don't want an answer from you. I can speak for you when you are...otherwise disposed."

He didn't know what that meant - at least until she came around to his front, a smirk on her muzzle, the lines of her defined cheekbone and smile were highlighted by the strategic lighting, making her look more dominant and dangerous still. The canine whimpered, wanting to tuck his tail down, though his eyes had already fixed on exactly what Mistress Steel wanted them to: the hard length of equine-cock-shaped dildo jutting from her crotch. It may not have been the biggest toy in her collection, but he knew it was one of the most comfortable for her to wear.

"Take it all, my bitch..."

She crooned darkly, feeding the cock into his mouth as he moaned around it, nodding weakly, doing as his mistress willed. Yes, that was what he was there for, all he was there for, everything that he had to do. Sucking a cock was not as fun as eating out her pussy, slurping up deep into her wetness to bring her to a shrieking rise of flaring pleasure, but it was still pleasuring her and that was the most important thing of all. Whatever that entailed...

For it was serving her that made his guts churn and his balls ache as if he was losing control - control that he had already, willingly and lovingly, placed into her dominant hands. With the heavy, thick collar around his neck, attention drawn to it, he grunted and wagged his tail, leaning a little more than before into the warm clasp of the leather. It was comforting, all in a good way, even as he slathered the faux cock in his own saliva, dragging and running his tongue around it, all so he could please her.

He had to serve and his mistress crooned above him even as the canine's eyes fell half-lidded, losing himself in the moment. He only needed to serve, to feel, comfortable there, slurping and sucking as if it was a real cock that could give his mistress even more direct pleasure too. The feel of the hard silicone in his muzzle was not enough to bring him back to that reality at all, bobbing his head on it, turning his head from the left to the right, all for a better angle, showing off his best cock sucking skills.

"Mmm..." She crooned, petting his head, though Mistress Steel, as always, was just a little bit too rough with him. "That's nice... What a good pup you can be...sometimes. But still my horny little bitch. I can see that dick of yours out and wagging, bitch, don't even try to hide it."

He whimpered and would have ducked his head if he had been able to, but he was too busy blowing her faux cock to do that, to ignore her direct command. Yes, his cock was out, throbbing, drooling, dripping, but he didn't think of it. He'd been denied release for so long at that point that to expect to be relieved of his need felt like something that, quite simply, was not going to come.

"Leave it."

He shuddered. That was a command that one might have given a real dog, but he obediently let the dildo slip from his maw, tongue rolling out as he panted heavily. His mistress seemed to be moving on more quickly than usual that day and the change of pace threw him off, which was precisely what she most likely intended too. He could only speculate, but her intentions, very rarely, led to warm, soothing, comforting things for him. Spot would not have wanted that anyway.

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The Cherry Wood Stocks: A Man Dominated by a Gryphon

I needed something more than one night stands and relationships that just always seemed to come up short, not fulfilling me in the way that I truly needed. And, truly, it wasn't seen as right for a man of my standing in the business world to crave what I did: submission at the feet of a woman so much better than me. Everything was skin-deep, hardly brushing the depth of the matter, until I met...her. Helena.

A gryphon that held a smirk on her beak at all times, she was the divine goddess of my dreams and all I ever wanted to do from the very first moment her eyes locked with mine was fall at her feet and adore her. A mistress in every sense of the word, she took control of my heart and my life and I would never have wanted it any other way.

This is why I submit.

Muscle Mare Domination: The Stud Mare & Her Woman

Mira has been watching, when she shouldn't be watching. Well, she's not technically doing anything wrong, but she can't help herself. She's a woman and she's always been with guys, but there's something about the new anthro mare at the stable yard, there for hard work and keeping the place in sharp order, that has her attention.

Why can't she take her attention off her, her eyes off the anthro for one moment? She's always there, glistening with sweat, more gorgeous than she has any right to be. She's not a mare, not only a mare, something of a mare and something of a stallion. Mira thinks they call it a hermaphrodite? It doesn't matter too much to Mira, but it is confusing for her, her arousal high and lust peaking even just watching Kay go about her work.

Mira tries to take her mind elsewhere, but there's nowhere for it to go - and everything comes to a head when she stumbles in on the anthro mare in the changing area. Catching more than a glimpse of something between the mare's thighs that is thick and meaty, she stumbles, failing to catch herself in time as Kay, so very gently, calls to her.

In the arms of the muscle mare, Mira will see just why she was so drawn to the anthro mare in the first place...

Training a Slave: Her Loving Submissive

Why settle for one kink of lust when there are so many of them out there to be explored?

Finley knows that and his mistress, Elle, certainly does too. The white anthro fox has him well and truly under her paw, his leash in her paw, the dog whining as he obeys her every kinky whim. It's not about his pleasure, no, not at all - and especially not as his orgasm is denied.

Controlled. Used. He lusts for it so much, groaning and grunting, a myriad of toys in her special room up for use, longing for more. Yet the anthro vixen is a seductress in her best form, smirking lightly as she controls him, having him pamper and spoil her, his muzzle between her legs She knows exactly how to dominate a helpless "puppy" just like him, but there is still so much she has in mind for him...

Finley knows that. And he wouldn't have ever wanted anything else from his dominant partner...

His Submission at Her Hooves: Mare's Dominance over a Bull

Andy, an anthro bull, visits a dominatrix, Mistress Amber, an anthro mare for a much needed release. The troubles and tribulations of modern life have swept him away, watching the clock tick and tick and tick, though there is no escape to be had for him there.

Under Mistress Amber's care, he is nothing. He has no name. And that is exactly what he needs.

As the mare dominatrix strings him up in bondage, forced to prostrate himself pleasingly for her attention, she denies him the ability to get off, even when that is all he craves. Yet that is the very release that he craves so terribly, his body aching, pulling, submitting to her in the most carnal of fashions.

To be dominated by a female is all the anthro bull has ever wanted. To give his life, his sexual command, over into the care of another.

She snaps on the latex gloves and the bull knows there is no going back.

His body is hers until said otherwise.