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Authors: Claire Fenton
Tags: United States, BDSM, Erotic Fiction, Short Stories (Single Author), Interracial, African American
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arrogance. I needed more of him, but I knew I would have to wait just a little bit longer.
He broke off our kiss and took my leash in his hand. He wrapped the leather around his hand several times, until the collar pulled against my neck. I saw the bulge of his cock in his pants, this power dynamic setting him on edge. I knew he needed me as badly as I needed him.
Without another word, he walked me into the hallway, my tail swishing with each crawling step.
—
My stomach was doing butterflies as I watched the judge finish up with the pet on stage. I was next, the last of the evening. We’d seen dozens of pets marched up, lead around the stage on their leash, and inspected by the judges. The crowd stood, their attention rapt on stage as the man on the leash crawled up onto the examination table on all fours.
“It’s got to be hot up there,” I said.
Bright lights shone down on the pet. His mistress stood next to the table, holding the leash. The judge motioned to her, and she walked up to her pet. Her hands stroked him lovingly, and he nuzzled her midriff.
“It is, in both senses of the word,” Stannis said, watching the stage.
The mistress gave a hand signal and the pet flipped around, his legs spread to give the audience a view of his engorging cock. His dark skin showed no tan lines, and his pale skinned mistress with a billowy cloud mask began undressing. She propped one leg up onto the table, giving her pet and the audience a clear view of her trimmed bush.
I bit my lip as I watched the pet move his face closer to her pussy, his cock twitching with excitement and desire. His tongue reached out and licked softly at her labia. Her eyes were calm and composed, struggling to remain impartial and stoic as the ecstasy washed over her.
I’d realized that the pageant was a contest for both owner and pet. The pet was to be as sensual and sexually eager as possible. The owner was to remain stoic and empowered. Judges were watching both partners.
I saw her face turn to the side and she shuddered. Her hand grabbed the back of his head and she ground herself against his mouth, her chest heaving with gasping breath. Jeers and cheers rose up from the crowd as the pet grabbed her ass cheeks in his hands and pinned her against his ravaging tongue. She fell back against the table as she came, her breath coming slow and labored.
Applause rose from the crowd. Owner and pet got up off the table and bowed, laughing their way off stage in each other’s arms.
“Showtime,” Mr. Stannis said. He led me to the edge of the stage and waited for the judge’s signal. It was a different judge this time, and I instantly recognized the stiletto pumps. Denise looked down at me through her white lightning bolt mask. She gave a nod and we walked up on stage.
The lights were so much brighter than they looked. Dozens of theater lights hammered down on me from above, and lights on the edge of the stage shone upwards. There was no escaping them. The crowd vanished under the glare of those harsh lamps, and all I could make out was shuffling sounds in the darkness of the room beyond the lights.
Mr. Stannis handed my leash to Denise. That transfer of power sent a chill through me. I was now under Denise’s control, and that brought a multi-layered dread with it. Would she embarrass me here? Would my performance upset her? Would I lose my internship? Lost in thought, I was snapped back to reality by her look of disappointment. Shit!
I crawled over to be at her heel and waited.
“Better,” she whispered. She took a moment to straighten her dress, then she walked, long quick strides to the front of the stage.
I crawled as fast as I could to keep up. The corset dug into my chest as the polished leather held my lungs at limited capacity. My tail swished wildly across my ass as I moved across the stage in step with Denise. Denise stopped suddenly and I frozen next to her. Approving noises and a few claps came
He broke off our kiss and took my leash in his hand. He wrapped the leather around his hand several times, until the collar pulled against my neck. I saw the bulge of his cock in his pants, this power dynamic setting him on edge. I knew he needed me as badly as I needed him.
Without another word, he walked me into the hallway, my tail swishing with each crawling step.
—
My stomach was doing butterflies as I watched the judge finish up with the pet on stage. I was next, the last of the evening. We’d seen dozens of pets marched up, lead around the stage on their leash, and inspected by the judges. The crowd stood, their attention rapt on stage as the man on the leash crawled up onto the examination table on all fours.
“It’s got to be hot up there,” I said.
Bright lights shone down on the pet. His mistress stood next to the table, holding the leash. The judge motioned to her, and she walked up to her pet. Her hands stroked him lovingly, and he nuzzled her midriff.
“It is, in both senses of the word,” Stannis said, watching the stage.
The mistress gave a hand signal and the pet flipped around, his legs spread to give the audience a view of his engorging cock. His dark skin showed no tan lines, and his pale skinned mistress with a billowy cloud mask began undressing. She propped one leg up onto the table, giving her pet and the audience a clear view of her trimmed bush.
I bit my lip as I watched the pet move his face closer to her pussy, his cock twitching with excitement and desire. His tongue reached out and licked softly at her labia. Her eyes were calm and composed, struggling to remain impartial and stoic as the ecstasy washed over her.
I’d realized that the pageant was a contest for both owner and pet. The pet was to be as sensual and sexually eager as possible. The owner was to remain stoic and empowered. Judges were watching both partners.
I saw her face turn to the side and she shuddered. Her hand grabbed the back of his head and she ground herself against his mouth, her chest heaving with gasping breath. Jeers and cheers rose up from the crowd as the pet grabbed her ass cheeks in his hands and pinned her against his ravaging tongue. She fell back against the table as she came, her breath coming slow and labored.
Applause rose from the crowd. Owner and pet got up off the table and bowed, laughing their way off stage in each other’s arms.
“Showtime,” Mr. Stannis said. He led me to the edge of the stage and waited for the judge’s signal. It was a different judge this time, and I instantly recognized the stiletto pumps. Denise looked down at me through her white lightning bolt mask. She gave a nod and we walked up on stage.
The lights were so much brighter than they looked. Dozens of theater lights hammered down on me from above, and lights on the edge of the stage shone upwards. There was no escaping them. The crowd vanished under the glare of those harsh lamps, and all I could make out was shuffling sounds in the darkness of the room beyond the lights.
Mr. Stannis handed my leash to Denise. That transfer of power sent a chill through me. I was now under Denise’s control, and that brought a multi-layered dread with it. Would she embarrass me here? Would my performance upset her? Would I lose my internship? Lost in thought, I was snapped back to reality by her look of disappointment. Shit!
I crawled over to be at her heel and waited.
“Better,” she whispered. She took a moment to straighten her dress, then she walked, long quick strides to the front of the stage.
I crawled as fast as I could to keep up. The corset dug into my chest as the polished leather held my lungs at limited capacity. My tail swished wildly across my ass as I moved across the stage in step with Denise. Denise stopped suddenly and I frozen next to her. Approving noises and a few claps came
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