Russian Pet Names Novels & Stories

It was a sign of affection he wasn't willing to give her. "Master's often change their slaves names to show their possession, like a dog or cat. I think we should change Regina's name to denote my ownership. Does anyone have any suggestions?" "Since you mentioned dogs and cats, sir," I said, "I could suggest Spot, or Rover, or perhaps Fluffy since she doesn't shave her cunt." Regina cringed, thinking she might be named after an animal, like Fluffy. "Or even, Pet," Rhonda said. "I understand lot's of Dominants enjoy calling their submissive Pet."

I frowned and looked at him, "What does that mean?" I asked, my head cocked to one side. "Malishka?" Nina asked, and I nodded. "It means Baby Girl, it's a Russian term of endearment." "You speak Russian?" I asked. I knew a few words from listening to Miranda and Vitaly "We are Russian after all," Mishka said. "We also speak Italian, German, French and Spanish." "Will you teach me?" I asked, looking between the two. "Which one, Solnishko?" Nikoli asked.

Valentino waved at my girl eliciting a soft smile from her at the cute nickname. (Good night, little bunny) "See ya tomorrow Vale." _ Sofia's phone buzzed, repeatedly. "Who is it?" I asked. "Nik." Russian golden retriever: |See u tomorrow, love. |Something came up at work. |We already left if u're wondering. |Good night |We love you. "That's one way to nickname him." I snorted as I read Nikolai's name on her phone. It actually made sense but I bet he didn't know that she labeled him as that.

A thought pops in my head and I search for moon names since wolves are connected to the moon. With that, I speed read through another million names, but this time I feel like I'm getting closer to a name. I save a few names to read out loud for later. Finally, I have a few names that seem like the wolf would like them. "Astennu. Rakesh. Io. Badru. Aibek. Aku. Koray. Hang," he gives me his full attention with a small howl and I reread a few names back.

Taking care of him was the least I could do after I let our mother slip between my fingers. "No more treats for you, you greedy fucker," he said, waving the last treat in front of Villentretenmerth. Yes, he named his dog after a character from a fantasy TV series he wouldn't get his head out of. He claimed it made the dog sound badass. Villentretenmerth was scared of his own fucking shadow. And yes, his name was a fucking mouthful, so Mikhail shortened it to just Villen. Why he couldn't go with a normal name in the first place was as good as anyone's guess as mine.

He tapped the glass in his other hand—red wine or blood or something else he wouldn’t let me have—and said, “Not yet, little wolf.” Little wolf. I almost laughed. The pet name was so much worse than my actual name, which he used only when he wanted to remind me of how much lower I was than him. The pets didn’t have names. They had collars and mouths and holes, and sometimes if they were lucky, they had drugs.

Hades suddenly stated, a glint of pure mischief in his eyes. Claudine flinched, a jolt going through her. Pupsik? She knew what it meant, but the sound of it, coming from him? so alien and yet so intimately directed at her, made her blush. He watched her closely, a predatory smile playing on his lips, enjoying her reaction. “What... what was that? A new name for the night?” she managed, trying to sound annoyed, but her voice was laced with genuine confusion. “Pupsik,” he repeated, clearly savoring the word. “I picked it up from a Russian friend. Always wanted to call someone that. You’re looking rather adorably cute tonight, so it seemed fitting.”