On A Leash Novels & Stories

"I'm bringing him out to shop for clothes. Look how worn out his clothes have become." He released Baron's collar, bent down, and picked him up with a fatherly expression. "What were you doing with the rope just now?" Seth picked up the rope. "This? It's a leash. I'm planning to get two dogs for Bambam. Is there any problem with this?" Both officers exchanged a glance. They did not believe Seth's nonsense. Who would use a rope as a leash for a dog? Seth continued, "Officers, are you police officers always so free? Why do you visit my place every day?"

She looked down and focused on the dog. Caleb coughed, handing over the leash to her. "He's for you." When the Alpha saw the leash being handed to the woman, the hair on its body almost stood up. Caleb's face darkened. His tone was stern as he said, "Be obedient." Frightened, the Alpha quickly circled around Penny, rubbing against her in a pleasing manner. The bell around its neck constantly jingled. Penny frowned, wondering what this was all about. "It's a gift for you, to keep Nani company."

I turn to the side as my eyes catches the main thing. A whip. Not like some kind of toy if my eyes wants to play with me. This is a heavy braided leather. Next to it is a shiny steel handcuff and then some other types of handcuff more adjustable, all of them looking cold and unforgiving, like it was there to serve a dangerous purpose. A leash, how are all of this even here, the leash is a thick and black one, the leather worn down like it’s been used countless times. And gags, oh god, the gags, the picture of it in my imagination and that of what im seeing looks scary because it’s about to be used on me.

"The public space?" "Yes. We're going to walk through, let you see what real scenes look like. If you want to stop at any point, just say yellow or red. But if you're green..." He attached a leather leash to the ring on my collar. "If you're green, you're going to walk behind me, eyes down unless I tell you otherwise, and let everyone see exactly who you belong to." I swallowed hard. "Green." His smile was fierce and proud. "That's my boy. Let's go."

As soon as they had ventured far enough along the edge of the road to be out of Aunt Janet’s sight, Leesa squatted down at Max’s side. “Rave, we’re outside now,” she said into Max’s furry ear. She still felt a little funny talking to Rave through Max like this, but she had seen ample proof that it worked. She straightened up and continued walking. Max pulled harder on his leash now, almost tugging it out of her hand. It wasn’t long before she saw why. Rave, Dral and Bain stepped out onto the road a few hundred feet away. Leesa unhooked Max’s leash and let him go racing off toward the volkaanes. She knew he would go straight to them and nowhere else, which is exactly what he did. She restrain

she replied. "Are you an idiot? Don't you know that it's against the law to walk a dog without a leash?" he scolded. "I know, but I only let it go for a short while and there was no one around," Chloe defended herself. "That means Toto wasn’t on a leash for at least a few minutes. It's still unacceptable." "But there was nobody around us at that time. How was I supposed to know that a German Shepherd would suddenly appear?" Chloe said.

Nicola took the leash, again made of supple leather, which ended in a loop made of calf skin and attached it to the collar. "Turn around baby" Linda obeyed, aware that her pussy was on full view, Nicola draped the leash over Linda's back allowing the handle to fall between her legs where it rubbed her pussy exquisitely. "There's a good doggy" Nicola was moving the leash's handle so it rubbed Linda's cunt. Linda whimpered and looked imploringly at her mistress, she was on fire and could feel her juices running down her legs. "Oh does baby want to come" Linda moaned in reply.

I did, sucking and tasting myself, hollow and desperate as he fucked my mouth with his fingers. Leo returned with the collar…a thick black leather band, a leash attached to it. My breath hitched at the sight, memories flooded back of crawling on all fours, them tugging me like a pet. “Kneel,” he commanded, and I dropped to my knees on the cold concrete, the rough surface biting into my skin. He fastened the collar around my neck, tight enough to remind me of my place, the buckle clicking like a lock. The leash dangling between my breasts, grazing my nipples.

she said, nodding her head toward the sounds of shouting drifting on the wind. Elder Thorpe adjusted his coat, shivering slightly more from the atmosphere than the cold. He followed her toward the training grounds. The sounds of exertion—grunts, thuds, and raucous laughter—grew louder as they approached the wooden fence. Leela stopped at the edge of the pitch, resting her elbows on the rough rail, still clutching the jars. Thorpe stood beside her, stiff and formal, watching a group of young wolves running drills. They were teenagers, mostly—lanky, uncoordinated, and full of boundless, chaotic energy. They were tackled, they rolled in the mud, and they popped back up like rubber bands.

Boxers last, slow, because I knew he liked watching the hesitation, the way my hands shook just enough to betray how badly I wanted this. When I was naked, he circled me once, slow appraisal, eyes dark and possessive. “On your knees.” I dropped. He disappeared into the bedroom for a moment. Returned with the black leather collar, simple, butter-soft, no studs, no flash. Just a slim silver ring at the front. He fastened it around my throat with careful fingers, then clipped the matching leash to the ring. The weight of it settled immediately, cool metal against heated skin. He gave a single, gentle tug.