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1. Doggy Style (a Seph/Madison bonus scene)

— NSFW (Not Safe For Work), 18+, mature content, sexually explicit

Please be aware of the following content notes; this story features a pet play kink. The submissives are dressed as pups (collars and leashes, fluffy ears and tails etc.) and they display canine behaviour (drinking Champagne from a dog bowl, walking on all fours, biting, playing fetch etc.) If this is NOT your thing, best to skip this one.

Dog collars, fluffy ears, and niche kinks! Intrigued?

At the end of The Day of Wrath, it’s revealed that the Four Horsewomen are given a permanent residence in the living realm. While Persephone is still getting used to the new technology, an email arrives from Althea’s Clava Sexus that sends her world into a tailspin.


Part 1 (Seph POV)

I slid my chair closer and leaned towards the screen. I clicked on the pop-up notification in the corner which indicated a new message.

The technology in the living realm still astounded me. Since Zillah, Astar, Sid, and I had started frequenting more often, the Sins had shown us so many things we simply didn’t have in our home world of Caledonia. Ice houses were a thing of the past when we learned about refrigerators, torches and firelight were replaced with electronic bulbs that buzzed in the night, and televisions showed us a whole new world of interesting concepts.

This computer and the Internet were contraptions I’d been trying to figure out for the longest time, though they were the hardest to master. I’d only stopped calling the mouse ‘the clicker’ last week after Madison had heard it one too many times and rolled her eyes in exasperation. I chuckled quietly to myself while the email loaded.

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FROM: Althea <althea@clavasexus.com>

TO: Persephone <sephsfirstemail@gmail.com>

SUBJECT: June Newsletter: Puppy Playtime!

The wait is finally over!

The annual Puppy Playtime event will take place on Saturday 15th July! Look out your fursuit, don your fluffy ears, polish your collars, and beg your Master to come out and play! Whether you’re a furry, an innocent pup, or just a bad dog, put the date in your diaries. This is one event you won’t want to miss!

Owners; Bring your pups along for some devilishly delicious doggy style!

[Read More…]

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I scrolled through the electronic mail, my curiosity igniting as I read the details. Pet play wasn’t something I’d ever heard of before, but I was pleased to note no actual animals would be there; I didn’t know much about the laws of the living realm, but I knew instinctively that humans and animals did not mix in that sense. An uncomfortable shudder went up my spine at the mere notion. I shook my head to clear those thoughts.

I squinted at the email. “What’s a furry?” I asked aloud.

“Hmm?” Madison appeared beside me and leaned down to examine what I was looking at. Before I could say anything else, she suddenly squealed and clapped her hands. “Oh, yes! I’ve been waiting for this event for ages!” She yanked her phone from the rear pocket of her tight jeans and started tapping away, her nails clicking.

I tilted my head. “What is it?”

Madison put her phone into a different pocket, pulled up another seat, and then sat down, scooting closer to the computer. “So, it’s a niche kink event. Remember when Althea had that wax play event last month? And the exhibition auction the month before that?”

I nodded, my mouth inadvertently watering at the memories. The auction event especially had been excellent. The playroom at the Cardinal had been set up like an auction room for the wealthy and elite. A rotating pedestal in the centre spun slowly, allowing buyers a view from all angles so they could decide which man, woman, or non-binary person they wished to bid on and petition for some harmless fun. No physical cash was exchanged, nor was the person obligated to do anything at all, but it was a fun role-play. While the lively buyers would try to outbid each other, it was the person being auctioned off that had the real enjoyment. They volunteered to be paraded around an arena like prize-winning bulls to catcalls and hollers, as naked as the day they were born, and it allowed them to enjoy exhibitionism in a safe and consensual environment. I’d heard it was quite the turn-on.

“This particular event is aimed towards those that like their role-play a bit more … stripped back,” Maddy said, bringing my attention back. She appeared to ponder whether she’d used the right phrase. “For example, if you and I went, you could be my Mistress and I could be your pup. It’s a form of creative control.”

“You would act like a dog?” I asked, crinkling my nose.

Madison gave a shy half-shrug. “Essentially, yeah.”

I arched an eyebrow suspiciously.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to dig holes or pee against a fire hydrant,” she said, laughing. “OK, let’s see. To answer your first question, a furry is a term for someone that likes to express themselves as an anthropomorphic, which is a human character with animal-like features.” She swiped the clicker from my hand and the pointer arrow whizzed around the screen, too fast for me to follow. When she leaned back, there was a gallery of images displayed. “It’s a form of costume, though it’s more a personality, than a one-off dressing-up event, like Halloween.”

“Halloween?”

“We’ll discuss that another time,” Maddy said, waving me away. “These photos were taken at the biggest furry convention in the world,” she explained, slowly scrolling through the various pictures. My mouth gaped at all the incredible outfits; every costume was beautifully detailed in a cartoon style. Big wide eyes, spotted and striped markings, some had ears like cats or foxes. There were even horns, beaks, and snouts with long fangs. Some people wore only a headpiece with hand paws, while others had a full ensemble; whole bodysuits covered in fur, with tails, claws, and even wings.

“Wow,” I said breathlessly. “Why do they dress up like that?”

“The main appeal is the ability to create a new identity, or a fursona. Many furries are quite shy and antisocial in real life, but they feel transformed when they put on their fursuit. It’s a creative way to have fun and feel more confident without judgement, because they wear a mask so no one can see the person underneath. But to be clear,” she added, looking at me sternly, “being a furry isn’t specifically a sexual thing. Althea is only confirming that if there are any furries within our community, and they wish to partake while in their fursuits, they are encouraged to come along.” She clicked back to the Puppy Playtime newsletter. “The majority of people, like myself and Althea, are quite happy to role-play, but without all the fur. It’s like an adult form of playtime.”

“How?” I asked, still confused.

“All right. Imagine I’m wearing skimpy underwear.”

I grinned from ear to ear. “I can do that.”

She swatted my arm playfully. “Now also imagine that I have a collar around my neck, which is attached to a leash. I have cute ears and an adorable fluffy tail, and I’m walking on all fours behind my Mistress,”—she pointed at my chest—“you,” she clarified. “You could think of it as an opportunity to show me off,” she added with a wink.

I nodded, thinking it through. It did sound intriguing, and I was curious. It seemed arousing to be in charge of Maddy in such a manner, and I was getting the impression it would be arousing for her as well, especially if the way her eyes lit up when she saw the newsletter was any indication. Maddy and I had experimented with collars and leashes already, so that aspect wasn’t unusual, but the ears, tail, and pup/owner dynamic would be new. The prospect of parading my loyal submissive around in front of other Dominants was also thrilling.

“It can be a form of humiliation play,” Maddy went on, “to degrade, or de-humanize, but mostly it’s just playful, especially with these particular puppy events. The power that the Mistress, or Master, holds over their pup is assertive and exciting. The submissive being portrayed as a dog in public is exhibitionist and titillating. As your pup, I would do things like sit by your feet while you socialised, do whatever you command, and eat and drink from a dog bowl.”

I wrinkled my nose at that final piece of information. “Isn’t that messy?”

Madison shook her head. “Not really,” she replied, “though first timers can sometimes make a mess of themselves. I won’t be drinking rainwater, or eating anything vile, don’t worry. Althea has the prettiest crystal dog bowls full of the very best Champagne, and the dog treats,” she said with air quotes, “are delicious, like strawberries and cream, or mini crackers with cheese. I’d be a pampered pooch!” She wiggled her eyebrows.

“Hmmm.” I still wasn’t a hundred percent sure, but I wasn’t completely opposed to the idea.

“You don’t have any form of pet play in Caledonia?” she asked, pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“Maybe?” I rubbed my chin. “But I don’t think so. If we do, I’ve never seen it.”

“It’s a great, light-hearted way for Dominants and submissives to interact,” she continued. “If the Master or Mistress threw a toy, their sub—their pup—would want to please their Domme. They would happily go bounding after it and bring it back. As long as all parties involved consent, of course, it’s harmless fun. I could speak to other puppies, if you allowed me to, but I could only communicate with you with barks, yips, or whines, unless I used my safeword. Let me show you some other things.” Madison took control of the clicker again. A few more clicks later, and the screen was full of what appeared to be butt plugs—!

“Are those the tails?” I asked, my jaw dropping.

Madison chuckled. “They certainly are. There’s loads of pretty ones.”

“They are pretty,” I admitted, studying a reddish-brown fox tail. The butt plug itself was made of smooth metal, ranging in size from half an inch wide, to three inches. Some plugs came with remote controls and mini vibrators, some were beaded or ribbed, and the tails were a multitude of colours. Some appeared quite realistic, like the luxurious fox tail, or more imaginative, like a bright rainbow-striped horse tail.

We were silent for a few minutes while we browsed the different toys, props, and lingerie on the website Maddy had found. When her phone pinged to indicate a message, she pulled it out of her pocket again and studied the screen. “Yes! Harry’s attending.” She turned to look at me with a pleading expression. “Would you like to go with me?” she asked, fluttering her eyelashes. “Pretty please?” Her eyes went soft, as though she were truly trying to replicate the wholesome innocence of a puppy.

I frowned. “Would other people be allowed to touch you?” The thought of another Dominant going anywhere near Madison, ironically, caused my hackles to rise.

“No,” she replied firmly. “Well, they could pat me on the head, but that is the limit. Anything further, without both of our consent, and they can be removed from the event altogether.”

I nodded as I chewed the inside of my cheek. “Would Emilia and Astar be OK with me taking you?”

Madison laughed. “Oh, absolutely. They’re going to watch some boring golf tournament or something up in St. Andrews that day. There are some things I get jealous about, but watching sports is not one of them. They’re on their own. What about Zillah?”

“What about me?” Zillah asked, entering the living room at that moment as though summoned by an invisible force. She looked dashing in tight cream jodhpurs, a long-sleeved waterproof jacket, and brown riding boots. She dropped a duffel bag down by the back door and started pulling at her fingers to remove her gloves. Likely she’d been out at the stables with her horse, Reatus.

For an unknown reason, I felt my cheeks heating, but thankfully Madison explained the event and her request. Zillah read the newsletter over my shoulder before she said, “Aye, if you want. I don’t think that’s for me … I’ll wait for another auction.” She kissed the top of my head affectionately.

I grinned widely. I’d spent a lot of time bartering for my lover whilst she’d spun on the pedestal at the auction two months ago, the albino beauty naturally garnering significant interest from various bidders.

Since visiting the living realm, Zillah had developed a kink for exhibitionism. My understanding was that as the world’s Pestilence—one of the dreaded Horsewomen of the Apocalypse—Zillah felt a lot of shame and guilt about who she was. But when up on that pedestal, with several people loudly vying for her attention, she appeared to get quite a kick out of it. I’d heard some people refer to it as a praise kink, which didn’t sound like a bad thing to me. Everyone loves getting good feedback, right?

“Are you sure?” I asked, smiling up at her.

“It’s a bit of fun, isn’t it?” she said. “As long as everyone consents, then you can do whatever you like. You are an adult,” she teased, giving me a soft kiss on the cheek.

The corner of my lips pulled up into a smirk. “Aye, all right. I’m in!”

“Amazing!” Maddy cheered and turned back to the computer screen full of butt plugs and fluffy tails. “Time to pick my outfit!”

Part 2 (Seph POV)

My jaw dropped when Madison finally came out of the ensuite to her bedroom on the night of the event. She’d been in there for a while, showering, shaving, and scrubbing, and when she finally emerged, she looked absolutely incredible.

She had a single braid along each side of her head, but the rest of her hair was loose and tousled, like a shaggy mane. Her eye makeup was dark and sultry, rimmed in black, her long eyelashes framing her gorgeous green eyes. Her lipstick was dark too, a deep gothic purple that made her look mysterious. She wore a very sexy fishnet bodystocking; from her ankles, right up to her neck, was the thinnest layer of lace I’d even seen. There was no gusset between her legs, and her arms were bare, but it covered every other inch of her. Slightly denser lace adorned the bodice in beautiful curves, tastefully covering her hard nipples. The only other item she wore were black fingerless gloves, her nails painted to match.

I swallowed thickly to wet my dry mouth. We’d agreed that our scene would begin as soon as she exited the bathroom, though there was one last thing to do.

“What is your safe word, my Jo?” I asked.

“Empire, Ma’am. And yours?”

“Lemon drop.” I took a deep breath, then said, “Good girl.” Madison blushed prettily and looked down at her feet. “Come here.”

Maddy lowered to her hands and knees and crawled across the carpeted floor. She’d mentioned earlier in the week that she would wear thin pads to cushion her knees, and though I searched keenly, they were invisible under all the lace and fishnet. Whilst hard floors were particularly unpleasant, carpet burns were also something to be steadfastly avoided.

She was very seductive as she moved, her gorgeous body lithe and sleek as she came closer. When she reached me, she took her regular submissive position, kneeling at my feet with her legs open and her hands behind her back.

I stifled a growl of adoration, my heart fluttering wildly. Reaching behind me where I sat on the edge of her bed, I picked up the brand new dog collar I’d bought her. It was a dark purple leather which coincidentally matched her lipstick, and I’d even gotten a small circular tag engraved with her name that hung from the D-ring, catching the light when it jingled. Her eyes lit up when I showed it to her, but she said nothing while I carefully buckled it around her petite throat. When the collar was on, I clipped on a sturdy silver chain leash.

After a moment of admiring her, I reached behind me for another item. Madison didn’t know about this one, and I regarded her inquisitive gaze while she waited. She let out what could only be described as a happy whimper when I eventually revealed the leather muzzle I’d procured. I held it up to show her from all angles, and when she gave me a nod, I leaned forward.

At that moment, she twisted her head and snapped at my hand with a sneer. I jerked back, shocked. The impudent twinkle in her eye suggested that she was going above and beyond to get into her role, and her dedication to the cause made my insides clench pleasurably.

“No,” I scolded, glaring at her. “Naughty puppies don’t get to go and play.”

She pouted, her full lips enticing, but she didn’t try to bite again when I placed the muzzle on her. There was something raw about it; something wild, unruly, and untameable. It gave Madison a feral edge, a fierce and primitive vibe that caused my throat to constrict. I swallowed hard again as I slipped the stretchy fabric over her head, careful not to snag her hair. The leather, plain except for several small breathing holes, covered her nose, mouth, and chin. I tightened the strap behind her head then gently pulled her hair out from underneath, artfully draping it down her back.

“Good girl,” I said again, and Maddy did the cutest little body wiggle that I assumed meant she was pleased with my praise. I smiled, noting my heart thumping rapidly in my chest. This role-play was new and exciting, and the addition of the muzzle took it to a whole other level that I hadn’t experienced before. While I’d been apprehensive an hour ago, the sensation of dominance and power that flooded through me at that moment was divine.

“Lie down,” I crooned, stroking her supple buttocks encased in lace. When she was facedown, I lathered the silicone butt plug with lube and nudged her legs apart. Trying not to get lubricant into the faux fur that adorned the shaggy tail, Maddy moaned softly when I slowly pushed it inside her. After it was settled in place, Maddy let out a contented sigh and shook her arse a little. I chuckled and stroked the furry tail that protruded from her.

“This is quite cute,” I admitted, purposefully wiggling the plug to tease her. “It looks like a wolf’s tail.” The grey and black fur tapered down to a white tip, long enough to tickle the back of her knees. I smiled and gently tugged, testing whether it would slip out. It didn’t move.

“Perfect,” I murmured. “Kneel, my Jo. Such a clever girl.” When Madison came back up onto her knees, it amused me to see her swipe the tail around before she sat back on her heels, the extra appendage draped around her waist and over her thigh. I slipped a matching pair of fluffy grey and black ears over her head, hiding the band underneath her hair. When I pulled back, she tilted her head playfully.

“You are very cute,” I said, standing up and shaking my head in disbelief. Madison wiggled again, her eyes twinkling.

“Come on then. Heel.”

When we stepped out of the lift on the sixth floor of the Cardinal, I was momentarily stunned. The sheer amount of people attending the puppy party was staggering. My mouth opened and closed as I took a few tentative steps, looking around with hesitation. Maddy crawled behind me, the handle of her leash wrapped around my hand.

“Persephone,” a voice called. I spun around.

Harry appeared with a wide grin, holding out her hand in what appeared to be a formal handshake.

“Harriet-t,” I stuttered, our long-term joke of calling each other by our full names coming from a place of respect now rather than distrust. My gaze roamed her physique. She looked incredibly handsome in a plain black shirt, unbuttoned right down to her navel, which teased glimpses of her muscular abs. A simple silver chain sparkled at her throat, drawing my attention to her cleavage. Her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, showing her strong and athletic forearms, and she wore smart black trousers. Her hair had been freshly braided at one side while hanging long and loose on the other.

The newsletter had encouraged formal dress for the owners, which most people appeared to have honoured. I wore my smartest white shirt with a black waistcoat, black breeches, and knee-high black boots, as well as a silk cravat that Madison had bought for me a few weeks ago. I pulled my shoulders back, keen to establish my place as a Dominant alongside another pup owner.

After I’d shaken Harry’s hand, I noticed the thin corded leash wrapped around her wrist. Following the length, my breath hitched when I saw Althea kneeling prettily at Harry’s heels. She wore gorgeous pink ears, one bent over in a display of naivety, a tight pink strapless bodice and a G-string, and a fluffy bright pink tail. She was the canine equivalent of a Playboy Bunny, which unsurprisingly, was one of the very first things Madison had shown me on the Internet.

“Who’s a good girl?” Harry cooed, leaning down to rub gently behind Althea’s ears. Althea leaned into the touch with a wide grin and a happy bark. “Misbehaving, huh?” Harry then asked when she straightened up, gesturing towards Madison. I’d temporarily forgotten she was there. I didn’t say anything when Harry slowly reached forward.

She jerked her hand back when Maddy made a playful snap at her fingers. Harry chuckled and shook her head. “There are kennels for bad dogs, you know,” she said, smirking at Maddy.

Maddy wiggled again, which I’d already learned was a positive reaction.

“Come on, let’s get a drink,” Harry said, motioning for me to follow her deeper into the cavernous playroom. My eyes were wide in amazement as we explored, walking slowly to admire the pups and their owners, as well as making it easier for our own pups to keep up. Walking on hands and knees wasn’t the fastest mode of transport.

In one corner of the room, a voluptuous woman dressed all in leather appeared to be giving puppy obedience classes. I slowed to a stop, watching what seemed to be lessons in ‘Sitting.’ Three pups were kneeling in the centre of a ring, dressed slightly more modestly than others outside the ring. One wore a crop top and shorts, showing off a navel ring, and another was blushing profusely, the colour of her cheeks matching the deep red of her bra and panties. The third appeared the most confident, wearing only a collar, black panties, and crosses of black tape over her nipples.

There was also a striking butch woman dressed in a shirt and tie standing next to the trainer. The voluptuous woman leaned closer to say something into her ear while pointing a thin riding crop at the submissives. The butch woman nodded and smirked, her short hair clipped close to her scalp.

“Newbies,” Harry whispered, noting my gaze. “As this is such a niche kink, a vast majority of people haven’t tried it before, like yourself.”

I blushed slightly, unwilling to be thought of as less Dominant than others, but I quickly shook it off. Harry was one of the most trustworthy and honourable people I knew, and Madison had hinted that Harry would guide me through my first puppy event. She had been coming regularly, often with both Althea and Madison as her pups, as this sort of event wasn’t particularly Emilia’s cup of tea. From what I’d heard, Emilia’s favourite event was the naked wrestling. It wasn’t hard to imagine why.

I brought my attention back to Harry, who was explaining more about the obedience classes. “If they want to give it a try in a safe environment, they enrol for puppy training, which helps both Dominants and submissives to become comfortable with their roles,” she said. “That one”—she pointed towards the submissive pup with the black tape over her nipples—“is called Daisy. She belongs to the trainer, and she knows all there is to know about being a pup. She helps the newbies feel more comfortable.”

“That’s really great,” I said, feeling better that this wasn’t just a first for me. I watched the butch woman for a little longer. She listened intently to the trainer before taking her turn at issuing commands to the eager pups. Daisy appeared to be making things a bit more difficult, spinning in circles, pawing at her Mistress, and even tugging on the trouser leg of the butch woman with her teeth.

I jumped when something wet licked my hand. When I looked down, Althea fluttered her eyelashes and nuzzled my leg. With a brief glance at Harry for permission, who nodded encouragingly, I patted Althea’s head. “Hey, girl.”

Madison lunged forward at that point, playfully snapping and growling at Althea, who laughed and ducked behind Harry’s legs, peering around coyly and sticking her tongue out.

“Don’t forget to discipline,” Harry murmured under her breath. “She knows exactly what she’s doing. ‘Maddy the Pup’ can be a real brat,” she added, giving me a side eye.

I nodded, understanding immediately what was expected of me. “Down,” I growled, tugging on the chain leash so that Madison was encouraged to sit back down behind me. It wasn’t painful, or uncomfortable; nothing more than the firm sensation of holding someone’s throat during sex. I grinned when Maddy’s teeth glinted in the dim light underneath the muzzle, her purple lipstick slightly smeared, but then she sat on her heels with a pout. “Behave yourself,” I said firmly.

At that moment, a half-naked person appeared as if from nowhere. They appeared masculine, with a rippling six-pack over plain black trousers, and they wore a fursuit mask that covered everything above their collarbones. They appeared to be a wolf, with black fur and red eyes, and they held out a large silver platter piled with juicy strawberries. Before I could think, Harry reached out and plucked one from the tray. She dipped it into a small saucer of cream before she fed it to Althea, who took it politely with her teeth.

A small whimper and a nudge at the back of my leg caused me to also pick up a strawberry before the butler disappeared into the crowd. I grinned down at Maddy. “Are you going to behave?”

She nodded enthusiastically. Knowing Maddy’s nature, I was less than convinced that were true, but I figured this was part of our scene. If she misbehaved, she would be looking for a punishment given willingly.

“OK.” I squatted down, carefully removed the leather muzzle, and fed the strawberry to her. After she’d finished licking the cream from her lips, I moved to put the muzzle back on, but she shuffled away with a playful grumble. She looked over at Althea and wiggled exuberantly. “Fine,” I conceded, “but you know what happens to bad puppies.” I tucked the muzzle into my back pocket, snickering at her joyous yip.

“Come on, we still need to get a drink.” Harry tugged Althea’s leash, and Althea crawled behind her, stopping briefly to say hello to other pups that passed us by. Of course Althea would know everyone, I reminded myself. She owns the place!

Quite a few owners stopped to admire Madison as well, almost as though she really were an award-winning creature. My chest swelled with pride each time someone cooed or stroked her hair. I loved any opportunity to puff up my chest and show off my stunning and willing submissive. Madison knew how striking she was, how sultry and gorgeously filthy, and she relished in the head pats she received, sitting pretty and smiling. As promised, she did behave herself, though I knew it likely wouldn’t last for long. Not when the event started hotting up.

I realised that I couldn’t wait.

When we finally reached a bar set up in the far corner, there was another masculine person wearing only trousers, this furry’s mask a little less intimidating than the first. This one was light brown, with playful wide brown eyes and a friendly tongue lolling out to one side.

I waited a few steps back while Harry ordered our drinks. When she returned, she held two slender Champagne flutes between the fingers of one hand and a crystal dog bowl in the other. I stifled a smirk when I noticed the bowl had DIVA written around the outside. Nodding towards an empty booth, we walked over and sat down on the two-seater couch, a small table before us. I took the two flutes, and Harry carefully set the bowl down on the floor. Althea and Madison immediately moved closer. Taking turns, they bent their necks, a light lapping noise heard over the music that was getting louder.

Harry raised her glass towards me in a silent toast and winked before taking a sip. I followed suit, the last of the tension in my shoulders finally releasing.

I still wasn’t quite sure what I’d expected when thinking about the event over the past couple of weeks, but it certainly appeared to be both tasteful and entertaining, as Madison had described. There was a culture that everyone respected. No one appeared distressed or severely anxious, though some did appear shy and embarrassed. It was likely a part of their individual experience, a facet of a humiliation kink.

As though Madison recognised I was getting lost in thought, she rose up from where she’d been sitting on her heels, placed both her hands on my thigh, and leaned forward, pressing her lips against mine. I kissed her back, the taste of Champagne strong in our shared breath. When she pulled away with a sultry smile and a wicked glint in her eye, she briefly placed her forehead against mine before she sat back down, leaning lazily against my legs. My heart expanded in my chest at my submissive’s undivided focus and attention on me.

Harry and I chatted as though this were a normal social event. We enjoyed the music, the fancy Champagne, and the free nibbles that came out on platters similar to the dog treats. We watched owners and their pups with rapt attention, appreciating the effort that everyone had put into their outfits.

I spied a couple of furries in full fursuits like Madison had mentioned, though most people were dressed like she and Althea; sexy lingerie, if anything at all, along with fluffy ears and tails. I smiled to note a few other pups also wore muzzles, and some were already receiving their punishment for bad behaviour. One petite woman with dimples in her cheeks lay on her stomach in a kennel with her head propped on her hand as she watched everyone else around her. She appeared nonplussed about the whole situation, though perhaps slightly bored, childishly kicking her feet in the air, her painted toenails glittering when they caught the light. A couple of times she moved as though to get up, but when her owner walked past her kennel without a second glance, she lay back down with an exaggerated sigh. Another bad dog, with a gag in the shape of a dog bone in his mouth, was getting quite a hearty spanking with a leather paddle from his Mistress.

The owners were quite dashing too; there was an even mix of tuxedos and smart suits, as well as elegant floor-length gowns. One woman had gone all out with a white and black spotted faux fur coat, her hair half-dyed black and half-dyed white. Her pup was stunning as well, wearing nothing more than a thong, but someone had painstakingly painted little black spots all over them, including their face. I sipped at my Champagne, utterly mesmerised.

An impatient pawing at my thigh drew my attention. I tilted my head, trying to understand what Maddy wanted from me. “What is it, girl? Do you need another drink?” I glanced down at the dog bowl on the floor, but it was still half full with Champagne. I was quiet for a few moments, pondering, before Althea determinedly pawed at my other thigh. “Oh! Do you want to play?” I asked the pups, and they both nodded vigorously.

Harry laughed. “I’ll get us some more Champagne. Play nice,” she added with a stern look, unclipping Althea’s leash and draping it over the back of the couch before she walked towards the bar. I unclipped Madison’s leash as well, rewarded with a cute happy wiggle.

With a playful pounce, Madison leapt onto Althea, and the pair rolled over each other on the thick carpet. Madison was the more dominant of the two, and she ended up lying on top of Althea, her hips pushed between Althea’s spread legs.

Althea let out a moan when Maddy nipped at her throat with a giggle. Althea smirked and grabbed fistfuls of Maddy’s hair to pull her close for a deep kiss.

“Here you go,” Harry said, returning with two fresh flutes.

I accepted one from her gratefully. “Tapadh leat,” I said, subconsciously reverting to my native Scottish Gaelic tongue.

“You’re welcome.” She sat back, crossed her legs, and took a sip. Her eyes narrowed as she watched the pups playing before us.

Madison’s mane of hair fell forward, mostly obscuring her and Althea’s wanton kiss from our gazes, but the way Maddy rocked her pelvis against Althea’s centre, which was covered only by a thin layer of damp pink fabric, was a joy to behold. Althea’s hands released Maddy’s hair and then slid down her arching back to grip her arse. Althea groaned again, her nails digging into Madison’s behind with desire, before she grasped hold of Maddy’s fluffy tail and gently manoeuvred the plug deep inside.

Madison panted and thrust her hips. She grinned at the pretty pink pup beneath her, who was twirling Madison’s tail around her finger and watching her face closely for the reaction. I stifled my own groan of delight, squirming in my seat. I felt myself getting wet.

“Watch this,” Harry murmured, sitting forward to place her drink on the low glass table. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a tiny remote. With a flick of the top button, Althea suddenly let out a loud gasp.

“Vibrating butt plug?” I grinned wolfishly. “Nice.”

Harry chuckled and pressed another button, seemingly to speed up the tempo. A small sheen of perspiration was gathering at Althea’s brow, and it was a fun contrast to see strands of blonde hair leading up to such perky pink fluffy ears. Harry grabbed her drink and sat back once more, biting her bottom lip.

A few other owners and their pups appeared to have taken notice now, stopping a few metres away to watch. Althea and Madison weren’t fazed in the slightest. Maddy was kissing and licking Althea’s breasts, the bodice pulled down roughly to expose her pink nipples. The silver tag with Madison’s name on grazed Althea’s skin as she moved. Althea tilted her head back, her eyes closed, still tugging lightly on Maddy’s tail.

For several minutes, the two pups rolled and wrestled and kissed, tweaking each other’s nipples and rubbing against each other. But everything changed in a split-second when the music got louder, strobe lights flashed, and Madison growled, biting Althea’s lower lip a little too hard.

Althea let out a high-pitched yelp, and Harry and I leapt up.

“Maddy!” I scolded, pulling the muzzle from my pocket.

Madison bared her teeth and quickly tried to scramble away, but I grabbed her collar at the scruff of her neck. She was sweaty and slightly slippery, wriggling and growling while I wrestled the muzzle back on. When I was finished, I panted and shook my head in disapproval.

“Is Althea OK?” I asked Harry, who nodded. Althea was sitting at her feet, her head resting in Harry’s lap. Harry stroked her hair and arched a single eyebrow, sending me a silent message: Madison has misbehaved, and she needs to be reprimanded.

I glared coldly at Madison, who took her cue with a sly grin. She cowered towards the floor, her tail tucked between her legs. A few cheers and hollers sounded around me, and I realised we still had an audience. My heart began to race, and my breathing shallowed. The challenge in my submissive’s eyes had been clear; what you gonna do, huh?

“Down, girl,” I growled, kneeling on the floor behind her. I grabbed the back of her neck and pushed her head to the floor at the same time I landed a smack to her arse cheek.

She clearly hadn’t been expecting her punishment so suddenly, and she let out a whimper. I grit my teeth, pausing for a moment to admire the faint dusting of pink flesh beneath the lace on her buttock, before I landed one of equal force on the other side.

Gasping and groaning, Maddy kept her head down while I gave her two more smacks in quick succession, continually wiggling her behind enticingly. I couldn’t see her face, her hair messy, though those perky black and grey ears were upright as though waiting for my next command.

Squeezing a handful of her arse, I roughly nudged her thighs apart. With my Jo on all fours before me, her pussy glistening with arousal, I somehow forgot everyone else in the room. Madison consumed me, and every single nerve-ending in my entire body fired up, poised to unleash a hot cascade of warmth to my belly. It was just the two of us, as though I was blinkered to the rest of the world.

With one slick move, I tugged my breeches to mid-thigh and released my strap-on from its confines. It was a new experience for me to have to move a fluffy tail aside to line up the bulbous head of my cock with her entrance, but before anyone could stop me, I was deep inside her, my groin slapping against her arse.

She lifted her head and let out a delighted howl. Her back arched sharply, her buttocks high in the air, her knees open. With one finger underneath her collar to hold her head down when she began to writhe more forcefully, I pounded faster. My cock was instantly smeared with her wetness. I held her hip with one hand, pulling her back to fuck her deeper.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted, over the cheers and wolf-whistles from the observing crowd. Her cries were muffled under her muzzle, but I’d heard her cry out often enough to recognise the sounds of ecstasy. I grit my teeth, my lip curling as I thrust harder, groaning under my breath when the movements pressed against my aching clit and shot bolts of pleasure through me.

With a final pump of my hips, Maddy came hard. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back when she howled again, her excitement dripping between her legs. I kept my pace as she rode her orgasm, whimpering and gasping.

I panted and slowed, wiping the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand. Gently, so as not to snag her tail, I withdrew and tucked myself back into my boxers, re-tying the cords of my trousers.

Maddy slumped to the floor with a chuckle and rolled onto her back with a satisfied groan. I moved closer and gently lifted her head. She was beaming from ear to ear when I removed the muzzle, making sure she was OK and unhurt. Her heavily-lidded eyes were full of lust when she peered up at me through the dim light.

“Are you OK, my Jo?” I asked softly, noticing that owners and pups were starting to move away now, our play session over.

Maddy could only nod, her chest heaving.

“Do you want another drink?”

After she’d caught her breath, she casually crawled back towards our booth and lapped at the Champagne. Harry leaned forward and stroked her hair, murmuring what a clever girl she was, while I disappeared to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

As I splashed cool water on my face and neck, I couldn’t help but grin widely. I wonder what event Althea will organise for next month.

Part 3 (Madison POV)

When Seph came back from the bathroom, wiping her hands dry on her thighs, I wiggled with happiness again. The butt plug moved inside me as the tail swung side to side, causing my insides to clench in pleasure. Seph smirked and kissed my hair before she sat back down next to Harry, picking up her Champagne flute.

I kneeled at Seph’s feet and gently lay my head on her lap, nudging her free hand for attention. She rubbed softly behind my ears, tracing my earlobe with the pad of her finger. After taking a sip of her drink, she licked her lips and looked down at me with adoration in her pale eyes. “Do you wanna play fetch?”

Excitement thrummed through me. I wiggled once more, nodding eagerly.

Seph and Harry laughed. Seph reached behind her, and I tilted my head with curiosity, waiting to see what item she would produce. When she brought it out, I stifled a smirk.

A dildo. Of course.

It was a thin and unimposing little thing, bright blue with a couple of small ridges. I barked happily, before moving to a more open space away from the booth, waiting for her to throw it.

Seph lobbed it over my head, and I scampered after it. It landed close to another pup and their owner, and the pup seemed eager to play, but obediently stayed seated at their Master’s feet. I grinned and leaned down, picked up the dildo between my teeth, and bounded back to Seph, dropping it into her lap.

“You’re right; this is fun,” Seph said to Harry as she threw the dildo again. I approached the landing site at speed, grateful for my knee pads.

Seph threw the toy a few more times, and a sheen of sweat began to gather on my forehead. When I returned to the booth for the final time, I slumped down before sucking messily at the Champagne bowl, recently replenished, to quench my thirst.

“I think that deserves a treat,” Seph crooned, waving over one of the semi-naked butlers with the furry masks and silver platters. This platter contained a pile of fresh grapes, and Seph gathered a handful, passing them over to Harry, before grabbing another handful and thanking the butler. She patted the seat beside her. “Up.”

I gratefully jumped up and sat beside her. For the next few minutes, she fed me grapes and scratched my chin and ears with a warm smile. Behind her, Harry fed grapes to Althea too, whispering something in her ear that I couldn’t quite make out.

When the grapes were gone, I licked Seph’s hand and let out a small yip to show my appreciation. I moved down off the couch, not wanting to push my luck, and leaned happily against her legs.

I’d explained the emotions involved in being a pup to Seph last week, but with her being mostly a Dominant, I’m not sure she’d understood what I’d meant. It was meditative, like subspace; a trance-like calm often reached during intense and erotic interactions. The power play, and the Domme/sub dynamics, meant I willingly relinquished control. For one night only, I was free to do as I pleased; playing, eating, and fucking, while my Domme took charge and made all the decisions. I didn’t have to care about any of it. They also looked after me, making sure I didn’t want for anything in the world.

The relationship between a Dominant and submissive could often be misinterpreted, or misunderstood, but we both had to trust each other implicitly. Seph had to trust that I would play my part without causing her unease or embarrassment, and I had to trust that she would respect my boundaries, not pressuring me into any situation I wasn’t a hundred percent comfortable with. Our interaction, while potentially viewed as lewd, risqué, or indecorous from an outsider perspective, was actually deeply intimate and emotive, strengthening our bond and basic human connection.

I let out a soft groan when Seph’s short fingernails scratched at my scalp. “Good girl,” she cooed, before nuzzling my forehead. “Are you going to play nice with Althea?”

I grinned and nodded, wiggling so that my furry tail wagged from side to side. With a wet tongue, I licked up the side of Seph’s cheek, and she scrunched her nose up with a chuckle.

I moved closer to Althea and kissed her softly. “Are you OK?” I whispered. “I’m sorry if I bit you too hard.”

Pups at the event could communicate with each other, but we just couldn’t communicate with our owners. It simplified the situation, allowing the pups a playful vow of silence whenever their owner asked anything of them. A simple question could be answered with a nod of the head, or an insinuated wag of a tail, while a negative response could be portrayed by a grumbly bark or by lying down and covering the eyes. The only time a pup could speak directly to their owner was if they either uttered their safeword, or if they had a genuine question or concern, preceded by using the owner’s full name. If I turned to Seph and said “Persephone,” she would know that our scene was paused for a moment and we could be ourselves.

“I’m fine, toots,” Althea replied, bringing me back to the moment. She nuzzled her forehead against mine, and almost poked me in the eye with one of her perky pink ears. “You?”

I giggled, then beamed from ear to ear.

“Shall we continue where we left off?” she asked, her voice low and husky. “You may have been satisfied with your playtime, but I’ve been left wanting.” She arched an accusatory eyebrow.

“Sorry, doll,” I said, blushing. “I wanted to tease Seph. She did so good, right?” I glanced over at my Domme with adoration.

“She certainly did,” Althea replied, before pressing her lips against mine to silence me. “Now stop talking. Only my owner can make me beg.” She moved towards an open space, still within full view of Harry, and lay down on her back. “Down, girl.”

I let out a quiet moan as I moved into position, lying flat on my belly between her open thighs. Harry and Seph said nothing, only watched with hungry eyes while sipping their Champagne. I’m sure I heard small whispers between them, though I’m not sure what they said. Not that it mattered; my focus was on the glistening pink folds of Althea’s pussy directly beneath my mouth.

Now that I was closer, I could see Althea’s lingerie in more detail. Her G-string was baby pink with a faint geometric print, held around her slim waist with thin ribbons. I moved the damp V-shaped fabric aside, pleased to discover Althea’s clit swollen and engorged. Her pink tail lay flat beneath her open thighs, tickling my chest when I began exploring her wet sex.

She rested back on her elbows, gritting her teeth as she watched me between her legs, her emerald green eyes dark with lust. Her cute fluffy ears stuck out from her mass of wavy blonde hair, the single floppy one bent over endearingly.

Groaning and lapping at her pussy in delight, I used my fingers to hold her lips open, her clitoris peeking out from under its hood. I sucked the bundle of nerves into my mouth, the delectable blend of arousal and Champagne causing my stomach to tighten.

“Play nicely this time, Maddy,” Seph cooed, only just heard over the music, thumping much louder now. The lights had dimmed further, and atmospheric red spotlights illuminated various aspects of the playroom; the booths, the participants, the dog kennels and cages housing a few unruly pups. I loved to misbehave when I was a pup; it gave me permission to become a bit of a brat without any repercussions. Being a professional business woman and running an exclusive VIP Lounge came with a lot of responsibility and an expected etiquette, but being a pup meant I completely surrendered that responsibility for one glorious night.

Althea’s bare feet trembled with pleasure as she moaned and pulsed her hips against my mouth. My belly clenched at the sexual view, my own pussy flooding with arousal as my tongue swirled her sensitive clit, but I knew Althea could turn into a vicious pup if teased for too long. I’d learned that lesson the hard way.

With her chest heaving, she suddenly threw her head back and let out a loud guttural groan as she came, convulsing beneath my mouth. Her wetness was abundant, soaking her tail that was still nestled underneath her. I gripped her hips as she rode her climax. Finally, she slumped back against the floor, dropped her legs, and panted.

“Good girl,” Harry said, her eyes fixed on her exhausted pup. “Althea, come.”

Althea struggled to her knees and crawled across to Harry with a yawn and heavily-lidded eyes. When she reached her Mistress, she dropped her head into Harry’s lap, still trying to catch her breath.

“Drink some water.” Harry cracked open a water bottle.

Althea looked up, and Harry raised the ice cold bottle to her lips. Althea drank hungrily, some of the water sliding down the outside of her throat.

After Althea had her fill, Harry passed the half-full water bottle to Seph, who did the same for me. My gaze locked with Seph’s as she gently tilted the bottle, trickling the refreshing cold water onto my tongue. I groaned and swallowed, my heart swelling with Seph’s tender love and care.

“That was very sexy,” she growled into my ear.

I fluttered my eyelashes and pressed a kiss to her cool cheek.

Screwing the cap back onto the water bottle, she placed it down on the table and then ran a hand through her hair, pushing loose wisps from her eyes. She wore her dark hair in her usual low ponytail, long enough now that it reached the small of her back. With her piercing white eyes with silver pupils, sharp cheekbones, and slightly sharpened canine teeth, she was an enticing vision. Being the embodiment of Death, responsible for transporting souls across the River Styx to the Underworld, she was the perfect blend of both haunting and powerful.

“Fancy a shot of absinthe?” Harry asked, to which Seph nodded. “Come to the bar with me. Pups, stay.” Standing up, she held her palm up towards Althea, before she strode towards the bar, checking over her shoulder to make sure Seph was following. Seph grabbed the now empty flutes from the table and weaved her way through the crowd to catch up.

While we waited patiently for them to return, Althea lay down on her back once more, teasing me for a belly rub. I smiled as I trailed my fingertips lightly over her stomach, before moving upwards to cup and squeeze her breasts. She let out soft moans when I scratched my nails over the bare skin at her chest and neck.

When Harry and Seph returned, they were laughing loudly, carrying blue cans of BrewDog Punk IPA and glasses. They sat back down, still immersed in whatever they were talking about, and Seph cracked the top of her can with a single finger. She tilted her glass, poured a little down the side, then swirled and tasted it. With a grin, she smacked her lips and poured out the rest of the can.

I let out a bark to remind her I was there, and when Seph looked at me, I tilted my head with an incredulous expression.

“You want some?” Seph teased, patting her thigh to signal me closer and lowering the glass to my eye level. I sniffed at the rim of the glass for a few moments, savouring the smell. Seph carefully lifted the glass to my lips, and I took a small mouthful of the pale golden liquid.

“We’ve entered you pups into the obedience competition,” Harry said, also lifting her glass to Althea’s lips for a drink. “It starts in ten minutes, so go for a pee.”

Althea and I looked at each other with barely contained glee, before doing as instructed, crawling until we were out of sight of Seph and Harry before standing up. My back cracked a little when I stretched, and Althea smiled when she opened the door to the bathroom, standing aside to let me enter.

After we’d finished our business, I mussed my hair again and reapplied a little lipstick in the mirror while Althea freshened up. She was always prepared, stashing a small handbag in one of the bathroom lockers, and she slipped a fresh G-string on and spritzed some perfume on her neck. Once she’d straightened up her fluffy ears, she hid the handbag away, and we made our way back to our owners, lowering to our hands and knees before reaching them.

“Good girls,” Harry said, already finished her beer. “Are you ready?”

I glanced at Seph, who had an enthusiastic twinkle in her eye. It was likely Harry had explained what the obedience competition involved, and knowing my Domme, she was more than willing to test my skills with an audience. I grinned and wiggled, my tail tickling the back of my thighs.

Seph downed the rest of her beer and stood up. She clipped the leash onto my collar and made sure that she still had the muzzle, then with a gentle tug, we followed Harry and Althea through the crowd towards the competitor’s arena.

The arena itself was a rectangular stage with soft carpet to look like artificial grass. Harry went up the small steps at the side of the stage with Althea, and Seph followed. I took the stairs carefully, watching behind me. The last thing I needed was for an incompetent owner to stand on my tail. I winced at the thought.

When the competitors were lined up, I glanced along the row. There were five of us taking part; one pup was the white and black spotted Dalmatian with the woman dressed like Cruella de Vil, another was a pretty Poodle, their leash connected to a leather harness around their chest rather than a collar, and the final pup was painted from head to toe in black and brown body paint, their markings like those of a Dobermann, or a Rottweiler.

A high-pitched whistle suddenly blared, causing the excited chatter of the crowd to subside. The puppy trainer, Lola, was standing on the opposite side of the stage from us, her pup Daisy sitting at her feet with her tongue hanging out. Speaking loudly so as to be heard over the music, she said, “Welcome to the first puppy obedience competition.” There was a loud cheer and, when Daisy barked and spun in circles to chase her tail, a few bouts of hysterical laughter.

“Your pups will be judged on their obedience, commitment, attention to detail, skills, and,”—she wiggled her eyebrows— “how fast they can make their owners howl!”

Another raucous cheer rang out. From the corner of my eye, I saw Harry lean down and whisper into Althea’s ear. Althea licked Harry’s cheek and grinned.

Glancing up at Seph, there was a hungry yearning in her eyes when her gaze met mine. With a silent signal, we both knew exactly what needed to be done. I smirked. Sometimes you just need to give a dog a bone.

The owners removed the leashes from their pups, gestured for us to stay, and then took a few steps backwards to where five plastic seats had been placed. My eyes stayed fixed on Seph, watching her strong legs walk away, her gorgeous arse swaying, before she turned, flicked her ponytail over her shoulder with one slick move, then rested her forearms on her thighs, leaning forward and watching me intently. I swallowed thickly, a desperate whimper escaping my throat with eagerness for what was to come. The corner of Seph’s lips curled as she raised her pale slender fingers to her cravat to loosen it.

I was so distracted, I barely heard the whistle sounding to indicate the beginning of the competition.

“Come,” Seph commanded. I bounded forward. “Sit.”

Seph opened her legs and sat back with a smirk, her lip curling once more, though this time with the arrogance of a Dominant in her prime. The silver buckles on her boots clinked when she set her feet wide apart.

I kneeled between her legs, took the cord holding her trousers between my teeth, and tugged roughly. I growled until I loosened the knot. Once they were undone, Seph lifted from the chair and watched me tug her trousers down. At mid-thigh, her delicious cock sprang free, the strap-on that had given me so much pleasure earlier cleaned and ready for me. I growled again before I took it into my mouth, revelling in her magnificent size.

“Good g-girl,” Seph stammered breathlessly, watching my wet lips as they slid up and down her length. Using the muscles in my shoulders and neck, I tensed when I reached the base, moving from side to side to press against her clit underneath. I wasn’t allowed to use my hands. I could hear Lola pacing the stage behind me, walking along the row and judging us on our technique and compliance with the rules.

“Fuck,” Seph murmured, placing one hand on the back of my head, the other gripped tightly to the seat, her knuckles turning white.

I faintly heard groans and cries of delight from the owners on either side of me, but my attention was fully on Seph. Peering up at her through thick lashes, I let out a few high-pitched and feminine whimpers, erotic sounds I knew would lead Seph closer to orgasm. In response, she tilted her head back and closed her eyes, her hips rising off the seat to thrust deeper into my mouth. Chest heaving, I doubled my pace.

With a guttural grunt, Seph’s hips bucked as she climaxed. She grabbed my head and fucked my mouth hard, her gaze dropping to me momentarily before her eyes rolled back in her head. Sweat glistened on her forehead.

The whistle blared, and various groans of disappointment sounded around me. I pulled back and beamed from ear to ear, wiggling with unfettered animation.

“We have a winner!” Lola roared, and the crowd watching the event hollered loudly as they applauded.

Seph panted as she slowly sorted herself out, tucking the wet strap-on back into her underwear and pulling her trousers back up her muscular thighs. Her nimble fingers shook as she retied the cord, but the look of pride on her face was everything I’d hoped for. Pleasing my Domme was my priority, and the way her eyes twinkled as she took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply was a wonder to behold.

“Such a clever girl,” she crooned, before kissing me again, slipping her tongue into my mouth to leave me breathless with desire.

“Damn it,” Harry grumbled with a scowl, appearing beside us as she buttoned her trousers and pulled up the zip. “I knew I shouldn’t have worn these.” She flicked at the large silver button in annoyance. “Took Althea too long to get it undone, but at least she wasn’t the only one.” She looked around at the other competitors with her hands on her hips.

“Well done,” Lola said, appearing beside Seph. “May I congratulate your pup?”

“Of course.”

I giggled when Lola petted my head. When she straightened up, she pulled something out from behind her back and held it out to me. It was a caramel shortcake biscuit in the shape of a dog bone, drizzled with white chocolate. I took it from her politely and immediately started devouring it, letting out murmurs of delight.

“And for you,” Lola added, holding out a bright red winner’s rosette with ‘Best in Show’ written in the middle in large gold letters. Golden paw prints decorated the white ribbon that hung from it, and Seph’s eyes lit up as she accepted it. “Perhaps we’ll see you for another event.” Lola winked before she walked away to commiserate the losers, Daisy trotting along happily in her wake.

“Come on, let’s get another drink,” Harry said after admiring Seph’s rosette.

“Is there another event?” Seph asked.

“I’m a bad loser. Once is enough,” Harry grumbled.

I caught Althea’s eye at that moment, and we both pressed our lips together into a thin line to suppress our amusement.

We moved back towards the booth we’d sat at originally, Seph slumping down with a contented sigh while Harry disappeared towards the bar. When she came back, she had two more cans of Punk IPA and a fresh bowl of Champagne. I drank quickly, lapping at the bubbles, finally moving aside so that Althea could drink as well.

“Wow,” Seph said after Harry had poured the two cans into fresh glasses and passed one to her.

“It’s good, right?” Harry said. “I can’t believe the others have never tried this. They don’t know what they’re missing!”

Published by tjdallas

Hi, I'm TJ, and I'm a Scottish sapphic erotica and romance author.

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