His Submission at Her Hooves: Mare's Dominance over a Bull (erotic eBook teaser)
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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.
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His Submission at Her Hooves
Mare's Dominance over a Bull
He exhaled softly, his nose tipped down to the ground, the bull submitting as if it was simply something that came naturally to him. Andy should have known better than to go back to her, the dominatrix who adjusted what she offered to each individual client, but he had always thought that he was more than just a client to her.
"You submit too easily."
Andy shivered. As a bull anthro, that was true. Everyone expected him to fight back, to be burly and brash, blocky and bold, but he was none of that. When he was exhausted from putting his black coat and silvery-grey horns "out there" in every day life, in his high flying but excruciatingly boring office job, it was Mistress Amber that he turned to. The mare was beautiful, so small and so light - and yet that only added to the power she held over him.
In her "treatment room" - what the official tax forms that, once, he had completed in her service while in chastity had said - he was only a slave. His submission was willingly given and Andy would never have denied that he paid for her services, if pressed, though he did not advertise it either. The name that he used with her, if she even took the care to use his name, was a nickname anyway. His mistress, despite everything did not need to know the name that he formally went by, not for what they were doing.
"Horns all the way down to the ground. You're slacking."
He was and he knew it, rounding his upper back and tipping his head even more to keep the tips of his curved horns on the ground. It was not a comfortable position, but that was not why she asked him to do it. The mare was beautiful, when he was allowed to look at her and otherwise, her coat a glowing gold of a palomino. Her mane and tail cascaded in a flow of white, spun fine like silk, and, sometimes, when she bored of using him in other ways, she had him comb out both her mane and her tail until they gleamed with an even more lustrous glow.
Andy liked that too. The bull wasn't in it, after all, just to get his dick hard. It was the taking away of control, even if it was him, truly, that was giving it up, that he lusted for. He didn't need more power, more control, to have more and more responsibility lumped on him when, always, it would be the bull who took the fall for it. Nobody had ever asked him, outside Mistress Amber's sessions, whether he wanted that much responsibility. But they'd told him to take it all anyway, regardless of what he wanted, what he thought.
With her, it was different, him nude, willingly so, his cock and balls out. On the smooth floor of her playroom, he grunted softly, rolled onto his black. He hardly knew how he got there, though sometimes time didn't seem to have any meaning when he was with her. Even if he sweated and even if he ached, there was a sense of peace to being with her.
Mistress Amber crouched, resplendent in a latex corset, the neat tuck of her waist even more alluring than ever with the tight lacing. Her hips flared out with matching, dark-fabric panties that hid enough of her to be mysterious and draw him in, a garter belt hitching up the latex stockings so that they stayed perfectly in place. With her neat, pale-coloured hooves, she didn't need shoes or boots or anything like that, not in her natural state.
Her eyes though... Oh, how they pierced right through him. Even as she stroked his cock, testing his readiness, his hard prick throbbing into her paw as if it was meant to be there.
"There now... Isn't it better to be like this?"
He grunted, but didn't need to say anything out loud. Andy wasn't all that sure that he could speak out loud, not anymore. He didn't want to think, only wanted to be, as she used his body, fitting heavy, metal cuffs around his ankles and wrists. They were more restrictive than latex, leather or anything else. At least, they were to him.
"Up."
The metal weighed him down but the bull's studly length of cock led the way. He licked his lips, stifling a cry, her paw suddenly grasping his shaft. He may have been taller than her, but he could not have felt any more small and insignificant than he did at that moment, panting, nostrils flaring damply.
"Such a whore-bull, aren't you?"
She forced him to address it, words leaping sharply from her lips as if the lips from where they came. It didn't seem right, didn't seem natural, not with her natural beauty at play, the golden hue of her coat...and yet, still, it was inexplicably so. Some things, after all, were merely as much a part of Mistress Amber as they were lacking in those that, daily, she took care of.
"You don't need a dick like this."
He shuddered.
"No... To be blessed with a dick you can't even use... How pathetic is that?"
He whimpered, swaying lightly from one side to the other, though she only drew his paws over his head, a chain running through the O-rings on the manacles. The bull trembled as the chain rattled, sinking through his being, cutting through right to his soul. How could that be so?
His arms were pulled over his head, words raining down, his legs forced apart, though she fixed the spreader bar between his thighs rather than his ankles. That was new. Confusing, but new, offering a different restriction in motion while his arms were kept aloft, chain winched high so that he had to stretch up, just a little, to stay in place where he was supposed to be. His muscles strained and bulged, though Andy did not do all that much to stay in physical shape, only weight lifting two to three times a week for maintenance only. He didn't even want to push that part of his body beyond what was required.
No... He still had to work out what he was, who he was. But that was okay when Mistress Amber was there to show him.
The mare did not have to be a predator to appear predatory, stalking around him in a tight circle, licking her lips. The bull knew he was perfect, at least to her, merely for the fact of what his body could do for her. His hard cock throbbed, the tip marked with pre-cum, but she did not pay that part of him any attention at all as the round meat of his glutes, a little softer than Andy may have liked his body to be.
"You... You need training."
It was a bland, flat statement and yet Mistress Amber still managed to strike a chilling thrill into his body, his spine tingling in a strange, foreign way. He didn't have to do anything, for all was in her control.
Yes... He thought. Yes, train me. Breed me, break me, beat me, use me.
It was hard to say those words out loud, which was perhaps one of the things that she already knew about him. Mistress Amber always seemed able to tease such things out of him, even then.
"First training session. Orgasm control. You do know a little about controlling yourself, don't you, slut?"
Andy shuddered.
"Yes, mistress."
Not really, but he wanted to please her, wanted to do something, anything, all to please her. That was all he craved, grunting thickly in the back of his throat, the mare donning long, latex gloves that went up past her elbows. They were so long, in fact, that they almost impeded on her ability to move, though his eyes widened sharply when the bottle of lube came out.
Lube... Gloves...
_ _
Oh no.
He didn't have to think and yet he still snorted moistly, shifting his weight back and forth, the oddly placed spreader bar suddenly feeling an awful lot more restrictive than it had been. It was tight, too tight, and gave him a farce and a pretence of balance when, truly, there was none that he could so easily take for himself. Andy bellowed softly, fear coursing through, though it was a kind of anxiety that made him want to thrust and grind, a willing participant as much as Mistress Amber pushed his boundaries.
She was glorious and he could cling to that if he needed something to root him in the moment, to remind him that training was not so bad. As the lube drooled over her latex-clad fingers, it rendered them shinier and more slippery than ever, though he could not turn his head too much, for his horns came up against the chains that kept his arms over his head. It was a tiny note of restriction, but it almost forced him into obedience, considering that he didn't want Mistress Amber to see him looking. Not unless she wanted it, of course, but that was only something that he could hear from her own lips.
"Steady, slut."
End preview.
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