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Part 1~

She stood staring out the window, watching the rainfall against the pavement, streetlights barely cutting through the mist. It was cold tonight, but not half as cold as her heart. The noise from the crowd carried to her ears and shivers raced over her skin, stomach churning from her nervousness. Rubbing her hands over her bare arms, she felt the chained cuffs on her wrist scratch her flesh. Turning to face the window more, she saw her reflection in the glass and her body began to shake. Her eyes were wide open and the events of the day came back to her and she felt her mind go inward.

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Woken early by the sound of someone entering her room, she was startled from her dreams when she felt her bed shift and sink on one side. She rubbed her eyes, moving her hair away from her face and saw him. Her heart jumped and she knew today was going to be different. He normally didn’t enter her room, usually sending someone else to bring her to him, and she was confused by this new approach. She pushed herself up against the pillows, gathering the comforter closer to her and looked him in the eye. His silver eyes bored into her hazel ones, but she didn’t glance away for a second. Even with her stomach in knots, she never backed away, always holding her ground with him.

“Good morning little one. Did you rest well?” He shifted his body, placing a hand on top of the comforter beside her legs, pinning them against his hip.

There was something going on, she could feel it. He was being unusually polite this morning. Feeling very unsure of herself, she folded her hands in her lap, trying to hide her trembling fingers.

“Yes, I slept well. Thank you for asking.” She kept her tone even and she replied with the same politeness as usual. Their game of wills had been going on for a month now and she knew he figured she would give in, but she hadn’t.

He reached for her robe on the end of the bed, his gray shirt outlining his muscles. The color intensified his silver eyes and she was seeing something there that she couldn’t quite figure out.

“Ah yes, so very polite and well mannered. I wonder what will finally make you lose that control of yours.” Placing the robe over her folded hands, he stood up from the bed. “Put your robe on, there is something I want to show you.”

He moved back a step, giving her more room and she eased the comforter back, feeling a blush steal across her cheeks. All she had on was a long white t-shirt; nothing underneath and her nipples reacted to the chill of the room. Slipping her arms quickly through the sleeves of her robe, she exited the bed and stood before him. Her shirt only reached to about mid-thigh and her robe not much farther. She kept her eyes on his, noticing his eyes shift downward for a second, before returning to her face.

He turned then, walking away from her, leaving her no choice but to follow. They exited the room and he led her down the hallway towards the living room and beyond to the stairs going to the upper floors. The building they were in wasn’t a house, but an old warehouse designed to his specifications. The stairs were cold and rough beneath her bare feet and she was becoming nervous with each step they climbed. He exited into a different wing of the building, an areas she’d never been in before. The hallway was wider than normal and she saw him stop before a set of double doors.

He kept silent opening the door, ushering her inside. She glanced up at his face, but he didn’t look at her, and she walked into the room. It looked like she was behind some type of stage and he came up behind her, grasping her elbow in one hand.

“Let’s go around the front. Walk through the curtains and you will see what I wish to show you.”

As they came close to the curtains, they parted before them and she felt her stomach climb into her throat. Before her was a room, set up in a crescent shape and in the center was a stage. Walking around this stage, two rows of chairs with small tables were to their right side, with the stage on the left. The chairs offered an excellent view of the stage, from any seat. He walked her around the circle, to the other side and then on the stage itself. He stopped them at the center, stepping back to let her view the room before them.

The walls were dark wood, very elegant with old style lamps, attached every few feet. The carpet looked plush, dark gray in color; the wingback chairs a shade of burgundy leather, dark wood legs that matched the walls. The tables looked slightly lighter in color, oval shaped with three legs holding them up. She counted eight tables with sixteen chairs in the first row, the height of that row a little higher than the stage. The second row had ten tables with twenty chairs and this row must have been at least a foot or so higher than the first. Glancing up, she saw three crystal chandeliers sparkling and gleaming above the room.

Swallowing and trying to get past the lump in her throat, she looked down at her feet. The wood floor was smooth and held a slight gleam to it. No scratches marred it, in any way, and she noticed some type of dark metal, along the front edge of the stage. Turning towards him now, she took a second to look at him. He didn’t seem to belong here on this stage with his worn jeans and grey shirt. His long black hair was pulled into a tight ponytail at the base of his neck. A few inches under 6 feet, he stood with his feet apart, his swimmers build body full of confidence. His Native American heritage showed in the chiseled lines of his proud face; his silver eyes focused on her with a knowledge that had her becoming worried.

“Why have you brought me here, Cole?” She asked, noticing her voice wasn’t as calm sounding as she would have liked.

He laughed low and deep, shaking his head at her, before stepping close. Grasping her chin with one hand, he felt her jump. She was the only one who didn’t call him Sir and he knew it was one of the ways she felt she kept them on equal footing. Normally this type of behavior would never be tolerated and she would be punished for such disobedience. With her, he found he had to handle this relationship of sorts differently than the rest and since she was respectful when speaking to him, he let her have this one little boon.

“Well little one, this is the place where invited guests, acquaintances of mine, come to see my Beast shows.” He watched all the color leave her face, as this bit of information sank in. She tried to pull away, but he held her chin firm in his hand. Watching her closely, he gave her the rest of his news. “And tonight, you will be the main event.”

He knew of her animal pleasures, since the first visit she had with an owner, under him. For six months he kept tabs on her experiences, how the visits went and her reactions to the canines she enjoyed. She never played with the owner, always there for just the canines. The owner and he discussed her and he found himself intrigued and rather curious about her. The more he learned about her, the more he wanted to have her here. Their relationship wasn’t sexual, though not from lack of desire, more so from the understanding of the type of person she was. Even when nervous and over her head, she was always in control, aware of who she was. Kind to everyone here, she was very well liked by his staff and had probably won over most of them with her smile.

She knew at some point, he would be seeing her with a canine, but never did she expect it to be this way. How in the world was she going to get through this one? She had never shared her animal love with a crowd, never even took multiple human partners at the same time. Since he moved her into his place here, three weeks ago, her life hadn’t been her own. Every movement she made was scheduled, everything she did was at his order and he kept waiting pushing her in subtle ways constantly. She wasn’t a woman to give up easily, running scared. She did have a curiosity about what her limits were and how far she would let herself travel down that path. She couldn’t even speak, her mind scrambled, with the knowledge of her upcoming evening.

“You will bring lots of pleasure to my guests this evening.” When she reached for his hand to move it from her chin, he knew she was assuming the wrong thing and he could see the panic starting to form on her face. “Don’t let your mind run away with you. You will bring pleasure at them watching you; no person will touch you.” A little bit of fear or uncertainty was one thing, but he didn’t want her to feel the intense panic that she was beginning to have. He wanted her will, to give over all control to him and let all her inhibitions fall, but forcing her to do something so against her nature would destroy that special part of her and that wasn’t what he wanted at all.

“You promise? No man or woman will touch me.” She was struggling to keep her mind focused and not allow her imagination to run rampant. She’d heard about shows like this and wondered how someone could do them; never thinking it would be her. She wasn’t sure at all, if she could handle this, but if he promised this to her, then she would try, if only to prove to herself how much inner strength she had.

Cole knew his word and promise would ease her mind, and there would be no lies between them. He released her chin and took a step back. “I promise. No human will lay his or her hands on you this evening.” She was playing with the tie on her robe now, wrinkling it between her fingers before wiping her right palm over her hip.

She reached out, holding her hand to shake his, raising her chin up a bit. He could see her breathing a little heavy and he reached out to take her hand, squeezing hers a little more than necessary. She let out a deep breath, her lips forming a perfect circle and nodded once.

“Ok Cole. I will do the show this evening.” Pumping his hand twice, she let go and turned to view the room once more, studying the layout intently. She took a few steps to the front of the stage and stopped, wondering what in the world she just agreed to.

Cole bit back a chuckle, as she graciously gave her agreement to do the show. He didn’t think she was ever going to completely understand how much of her world was now limited to what he chose for her. Yes, the basic day to day, he planned out, but she was clueless in many ways, with the innocent way about her, even though she was a mature woman in her thirties. He noticed one of his female staff enter the room and he waved her over. She stopped in front of him, waiting for him to speak.

“Little one, go with Rebecca. She will prepare you for the evening ahead.” Rebecca turned to smile at her and took her by one arm to escort her from the stage. He watched as they both crossed the stage, Rebecca talking to her softly while they walked.

A flash of lightning, followed by a loud boom of thunder, brought her back to the present, with a fright. Holding both hands to her pounding heart, she felt cold metal covering her breasts, the small bar separating them. She studied herself in the glass now, running fingers over the chain, that attached to the metal collar at her throat and then down to the metal belt around her waist. She touched the breastplates, cupping her full breasts that lifted them high on her chest. She looked part warrior goddess, but she didn’t think any warrior fought with such little covering. She blushed furiously as nothing covered her below the waist except for the chained cuffs wrapped around each ankle.

She couldn’t help but touch her trimmed pubic hair, now in the shape of a paw print over her mound. Earlier they had washed her body, massaging oils into her skin, till she felt like smooth silk. She had been waxed on her legs, underarms, from her mound to her anus and even her eyebrows. Her dark brown hair now gleamed, flowing down her back towards her waist, soft and luxurious, more beautiful then she had ever seen it before. The only makeup on her face was black mascara on her eyelashes, to highlight her anxious eyes. Anxious didn’t begin to describe what she was feeling at this moment. She did wonder about the four chains coming off from her waistband, two in front and two at her back. Her fingers fiddled them when she heard the doors open.

No person entered; instead four Pit Bulls strutted into the room. There bodies in the prime of condition, coats gleaming, muscular bodies moving in unison towards her. Oh dear heavens! He couldn’t mean that she was to mate with all of these dogs tonight. She thought there would be only one, but not four. The dogs moved on their own and she kept one eye on the doorway and the other on them. The two in front moved to either side of her stomach, each picking a chain up in his teeth, pulling her forward and away from the window. Then the other two moved behind her, picking the chains up in their teeth. She felt the tug from the front and she was pulled to the doorway.

The dogs didn’t pause and moved silently into the hall, their nails clicking against the floor. Her palms were sweating now and she stumbled for a moment, pulling on the front chains. The two dogs on lead turned, giving her a warning growl and she stared at them, her stomach cramping as her nervousness was increasing rapidly. She had to calm her racing heart; she had to find her center in all of this. She knew better than to show this type of emotion around an animal; she had enough experience over the years from work she had done in a non-sexual aspect, to know she would be in trouble.

Down the hallway they went till they came to the open doors she entered earlier with Cole. She saw them open with unseen hands and the dogs walked through. She saw Jake, Cole’s partner, with a dog whistle in his mouth and she came to the realization of how these dogs were being controlled. He stepped toward them and the dogs came to a halt. His blue eyes looked concerned as he stared at her.

“I’m going to ask if wish to continue. You can stop at anytime Shelly. You can walk away from all of this.” Jake looked at her, having grown a soft spot for this woman and he had a bad feeling about the upcoming evening. He already warned Cole, that he felt something might go wrong, too many uncertainties with what was going to be on the stage with her this evening.

Shelly looked up at Jake and reached out for his hand. He’d been a friend to her since she came to this place. He squeezed her hand and she imagined he probably wasn’t supposed to be trying to ease her fears.

“Cole will keep his promise right? He won’t break that promise to me?” She asked, suddenly feeling a spark of her inner self, awakening to the surface. She knew now, that someone was watching over her and it did help, her courage rise a bit.

“Cole will keep his promise. Do you want to continue?” Jake assured her and asked his question. He saw her close her eyes, take deep breaths and then look up at him.

“Yes Jake. I will continue.” She squeezed his hand once more, shook her head a bit, her hair settling around her shoulders and he gave the signal to the dogs to move onward.

As the curtain opened, the lights in the chandeliers dimmed overhead and spotlights shined down on her. A slow sultry drumbeat began to play the murmurs of the audience becoming drowned out. Her heart was beating out of control and she felt dizzy, but she walked forward, nibbling on her full bottom lip with her upper teeth. She forced herself to keep her head up, eyes straight ahead and moved with her escort. As she moved in between the chairs and the stage, she could see the shadows of bodies sitting there. She was going to bite a hole through her lip, if this didn’t finish soon. Felt like the longest walk of her life and her nerves were about to get the better of her.

Cole stood back amongst the shadows, watching her walk. There was no doubt, that this was new to her, her face wasn’t hiding very much at all. She kept her head high and he couldn’t help but be proud of her, while she moved, her hips swaying to the beat. It was an erotic sight and one to take into your dreams. Something to keep a body warm on even the coldest of nights. The crowd normally was much more vocal, yet they all seemed to realize there was something more here. She made a bewitching combination of naïveté and temptress, with her wide-open eyes and teeth nibbling on that lush lower lip.

Shelly saw she was almost to the stage and knew for a few moments her face would be hidden from view. She let out a large breath when the dogs turned to walk onto the stage, the curtain along the back was the same deep burgundy as the chairs and she didn’t remember it being there earlier in the day. She thought of a phrase from a song, “I am woman here me roar”. She almost laughed out loud, from her nerves because in her mind eye, her roar was nothing more than a squeaky “Meow”. The dogs led her to center of the stage and turned walking towards the front. They stopped and she had never felt so exposed, out in the open and alone.

The music stopped and one by one, each dog left the stage, leaving her standing by herself. The chains now dangling to the floor, brushing her feet, making her feel as if she was tied to this spot. Her breathing became heavy again and she could feel the unseen eyes of the crowd moving along her exposed flesh, seeing every curve of her body, the lines of her muscles and even the softness of her inner thighs.

A loud noise of indescribable origin was heard, making her jump with a start, and a glass wall slid from the left side of the stage. Large panels interconnected with a clear type of plastic were gliding along the dark metal she saw this morning. A man came out of the crowd and did something to the walls, when they stopped on the right side. She was now in a cage, a pretty cage, but a cage none the less. Her fists clenched tight, nails digging into her palms, she knew she was leaving half-moon marks in her skin. The fear she was feeling earlier began to wash away as anger began to build. What in the world was he thinking? How could he do this?

She turned to look behind her, seeing only the burgundy curtain, no exits or doors. Her back to the crowd, she looked down at the floor, feeling confused and caught. Feeling more on display now, then when she walked with her escorts, she felt like an exotic specimen under glass and knew she would never again, go to the zoo with the mindset she had before. Cole wanted to see when she would break and right now she was close, so very close to asking for a way out. This wasn’t even anywhere near to what she figured would happen this evening and she didn’t think she could go on.

The curtain began to rise, only blackness showing behind it, she couldn’t see anything beyond the stage. After a few heartbeats, she heard it, the sound of nails clicking on the floor and they were becoming louder. Something was coming closer, but she still couldn’t tell what it was. In another minute, he came into view and she stepped back, kept stepping back till the glass stopped her. Standing at least three feet at the shoulders and close to five feet in length, the Gray Wolf entered the stage. Baring his teeth he moved around the edge close to the wall and he was massive. There was no doubt he was a wolf, those yellow brown eyes and pointed ears were pinpointed on her and she’d seen enough pictures on the web, to know a wolf when she saw one.

He made a sweeping pattern along the wall, coming out further into the center of the stage, watching her with magical eyes that were filled with something she couldn’t recognize nor describe. She moved away from the glass, not liking the feeling of her back up against a wall. Keeping her eyes on the wolf, she stepped a little to side, his eyes tracking her movement and he moved now in time with her. She knew she shouldn’t make eye contact, but she was helpless to look away from him. He demanded the attention with those eyes of his and she could do nothing other, than heed his demands. They were closer to each other now and he was Mother Nature at her finest.

Licking her dry lips, she moved forward and came towards him, chains swaying with her steps. His eyes squinted while he looked at her and she held one hand to her fluttering stomach. Moving it back towards her side, she saw him spring into the air, one minute across from her and the next beside her, his jaws clamping down on her hand, hard. She gasped aloud, tears filling her eyes and he tugged, causing a tooth to puncture her palm. Dear heavens it hurt, his teeth clamped, squeezing on her hand and she went down to her knees, hissing as she landed on one of her chains. She looked at him, silent tears tracking down her cheeks, really looked at him and knew something had to change, before she got hurt more.

Closing off everything else, shutting out everything but the two of them, she saw a drop of blood fall from her hand. In slow motion she watched it fall to the floor, the plop overly loud to her ears. His eyes more open, she felt his tongue lick over her palm, tasting the true essence of her being. His grip loosened on her hand, but didn’t quite let go and he licked some more. His tongue stinging as he lapped at her palm. With her other hand she reached for him, slowly, making sure he saw what she was doing. With her eyes she let him see her fear, uncertainty and finally her amazement. In that moment she realized she was being given the chance few would ever have, to be in the presence of a wolf, with nothing to hinder contact. He moved his body, so she saw his side profile and she could see his cock, peaking from his sheath. She swallowed hard; he was very well endowed. She would know she was being mated and mated well when he took her.

This wasn’t going to be like the experiences she’d had before. There would be no pleasantries in his taking of her and she touched his fur along his back. Just once, a soft caress before placing her one palm on the floor and moving her legs back. Spreading her knees wide she arched her behind high, curving her hips up. She stared into his eyes and he let go of her hand, walking around to her face. Placing her other hand on the floor, she kept her eyes on his and felt his fur brush over her nose and around her arms, then side as he moved towards her behind. His hot breath moved over her thighs and up to her open pussy.

He buried his nose into her opening, pushing against her labia, his teeth scraping her tender skin. His tongue felt tense and thick as he licked, pushing his way to her hidden pink flesh. He worked his tongue inside her, licking fast and furious, tasting her nectar, and tasting the juices deep inside her pussy. She couldn’t see him, but oh how she could feel him. Feel his hot tongue lapping at her, shoving her labia aside, then moving over the sensitive skin between pussy and anus. The touch of his tongue on her anus made her begin to shake, she would be torn if her took her there, she wasn’t ready in the simplest way to take him inside that opening. Arching her back, thrusting her behind higher, bringing her pussy more into his view, pushing out to him, she felt his tongue move over her clit. He bit once at her hood, making her gasp a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through her.

With no warning he mounted her, his weight collapsing her arms, her face almost hitting the floor. She rose up on her hands, her right one sliding a bit from her wound and she braced her hands wider on the floor. He grabbed her with his front paws, thrusting for her, wanting his cock inside the female beneath him. The head of his cock bumped her clit hard and she felt him move his hind legs. Gripping her tight with his front legs, he thrusts forward once again, hitting her right on target. The feeling of his cock piercing her pussy with such strength and force drew a half-gasp/half scream from her mouth. Her head went down, hair hiding her face from all eyes and she took everything he had. He was merciless in his claiming of her body, no gentleness, and no concern for any pleasure she might receive. He pounded her body with his cock, stabbing at her womb.

All she could do was breathe, she didn’t have a voice left to moan or groan anymore. Just breathe, as her body became his; just breathe as he took possession of all that she had to give. Her breathing went shallow, faster as his knot started to slam at her pussy, seeking entrance and not allowing her the possibility of non-acceptance. She felt his breath on her back and then her shoulder, saliva dripping over her skin. He bit down, clamping his teeth into the meat of her shoulder, surging his knot through to her warm and yes, wet insides. He was fierce now, more so than before, biting hard, leaving a mark that will never fade from her mind or body. The flooding began, wave after wave of his seed, squirting into her pussy and womb. Hot lava searing her tender flesh inside, his huge knot allowing nothing to escape.

His thrusting slowed and his seed filled her and he moved off to her right, lifting his left leg over her hip to turn. Nails clawing at the floor, her head came up; eyes squeezed tightly shut against the pain. He pulled once, his knot deeply seated and the unexpected happen, she felt her pussy began to clench, her walls begin to quiver and an orgasm began to flow from somewhere deep inside her. Nails digging hard at the wood floor, her head turned sharply to the right, looking over her shoulder at him, eyes wide as her entire body shuddered with release. His wolf eyes looked back at her hungrily, his seed still squirting inside her and they stayed glued to each other.

Never breaking eye contact now, they stayed as they were, waiting for his knot to shrink down. He tugged once and she shook her head at him, pleading for him not to move, scared she would be ripped apart. He pivoted his head to one side and then waited silently, time slowing down. Her body kept having spasms, little aftershocks, but she felt his knot began to lessen in size. Trying to relax her body as much as possible, she lowered her behind a bit, and he pulled against her pussy. He watched her and pulled with a slow continuous tug, until he came free, sending her down to her elbows. She stayed propped on her elbows, hands holding her face, behind still high in the air and felt his seed, drip down over her clit to the floor.

She brought her knees forward and sat back with her behind on her heels, his seed dripping freely from her aching pussy. Sitting up tall, she glanced over to see the wolf watching her, his eyes measuring her, before he turned and went to the darkness at the back of the stage. Wiping at her eyes, she saw black smeared across her fingers, along with the blood from her right hand. She heard a thump and turned to look at the front of the stage, mouth dropping at what she saw. The audience was all standing at the glass, having left their chairs sometime ago, without her notice. She looked at all of them, not knowing her face was streaked with black and bits of red, her eyes too large for her face. She turned back to look down at the floor, no energy left to keep her head up anymore.

The lights on the stage dimmed and went out, leaving her surrounded by darkness. Alone in the darkness, unsure where to go from her, she sat unmoving.

“Shelly, lets get you up from here.” Jake kneeled down beside her and places a hand on her shoulder. He could feel the slump in her shoulders and knew she was mentally and physically exhausted.

She couldn’t see him, but she knew his voice and she shook her head. “Jake, I don’t think I can stand and I am sure I can’t walk.”

Jake reached out for her and lifted her into his arms, sliding his arm under her legs. He carried her off the stage, where Cole stood, his jaw tight. He paused before him, letting him see how angry he was, with all that had transpired this evening.

Cole could see how worn out she was, but before he could speak, Shelly spoke first.

“I told you I wouldn’t break Cole.” She laid her head against Jake’s chest and closed her eyes.

“Tonight you didn’t break little one. You surprisingly held your own out there.” Cole wanted to touch her and look at her hand, but knew she was too exhausted for anymore. “Jake take her to her room and get her cleaned up. Have the doctor look at her hand.”

Her head came back up then and she looked at him with eyes dark and shadowed. “No more tonight?”

“There will be no more tonight. You can rest now.”

Jake started to walk away, but Cole stopped him.

“That doesn’t mean little one, that there won’t be more tomorrow or the day after that.”

Silver eyes clashed with hazel ones and a new line had been drawn between the two. The spark in her eyes flared for a second before fading away. She sighed and in a soft whisper he heard her.

“I’ll be ready for you tomorrow and the day after that.”

Cole signaled Jake to go and watched them walk away. She may be ready, but would he. Who really was going to break in this relationship?

Powerful! You're one of the few who can accurately portray fear. It bothers me that people like Cole exist in your world, and mine, but they do. Nice to see that he has doubts.
I'm still wrapping my head around your look back at the wolf, where you flash through such a range of emotion, and build the bond. Incredible. My Cherokee friends tell me that they can have a brief moment, once in a great while, where human and animal actually communicate, like they did in the early days of the world. This is what flashed into my mind's eye when I read your story.
Since you are an incredibly articulate lady, I should ask you sometime privately to describe the reasons women desire a mating with a canine. So many levels seem to operate at once.
As with all of your stories, you make me revisit my wonder at the depths and strengths of women. The sex is hot, the fear is palpable, and the human interaction leaves me leaning into the next sentence. I'm not sure what else I can say.

Thank you, dear friend, for this gift.
> I was looking forward to your thoughts and opinions on this story; and you surely let me know what you are thinking. I really appreciate the way you look at my stories from more than just a sexual angle. Yes, I write about the passion and the desire, but I don't leave it just to that point. There is so much more going on when two beings come together, than just sex –at least in my opinion– and that is something I feel the need to share and explore when I write.

There is a moment when animal and human can have that bond, not just the connection, but the actual bond where you feel an invisible tether between the two of you. Its so vibrant, you can almost see it linking the two of you together and you feel a tug in the deepest parts of your person. Its one of the most beautiful gifts, yet its heartwrenching all the same. For when its gone, a piece of you is gone with it and you hope, I mean you hope with every fiber of your being, to capture that bond once again. Its unforgettable.

I don't mind if you ask your question and I will do my best to answer you. Just know I can only answer for myself. Each woman and man for that matter, have different reasons why they desire to be with a canine.

Thank you my friend for this thought provoking comment. You made me have to sit back and really think about my response.
Just a thought triggered by your answer. I wonder if, difficult as achieving that bond between animal and human might be, it is not actually harder to achieve the same bond between two humans. The component of trust that must exist first is easier for me to achieve with my dog, since yu can't lie to an animal about your emotions. They don't hear your words, but instead hear the tremors in your voice and smell the emotions in your phermones. A human can hurt you so much more deeply than a mere flesh wound, making it harder to achieve full, open trust with one. Perhaps this is part of the beastiality appeal.
Pantharas, such an emotion packed story of dominance, fear, resistance, acceptance and finally determination not to succumb. You’re in-depth look at your own emotions and fantasies continue to bring such riveting and thought provoking stories to us here at the forum. You have a rare talent that is respected by those of us who wish we could be that open and honest with ourselves and others. This forum is a much better place with you here to give us insight and knowledge beyond what most individuals come to this place seeking.
> I believe your probably correct. Achieving trust with a human partner is never easy, it takes a lot of determination and faith within, to give that part of yourself. With animals there are no preconceived notions of a relationship, there is no should of, would of, or could of. They look at you and they are there, from the beginning. With humans, you have to deal with not only your own strengths and weaknesses, but you also have to deal with theirs as well.

The appeal for zoos and those who are beasts, can be wide and vast. We are all searching for something. Some of us are lucky to find it and some of us are not. Then there are some of us, who realize the gift that is there before them, who realize what it is to be intimate with an animal partner and do their best to honor that connection.
> Your words have given my stories and writing a dignity, respect and honor, that I don't even know where or how to begin, in giving you my heartfelt thanks. I've never felt I made this forum better by writing my stories, I just wanted to be a part of it. Who you see here, the words you read here, are the same as you would see and hear out in the real world. I have no reason nor any desire to be different than the person I am always. There is no point in playing a game online, acting differently, than I would in my real life. I am in awe that I have such an effect on people, I never expected that or even tried to accomplish that. Thank you for opening my eyes and giving me a greater understanding of how powerful my words can be.

I wouldn't worry too much about "nerves" when you post a new story. Giving birth is supposed to be a time for nervous hopefulness. All of the professional authors and performers that I've met say that stage fright is a brief but unavoidable visitor before every new piece of work is released to the world.

As a reassurance, notice that over 1500 people have stopped by to look in just three days. If only a third of them read it, over 500 people have read your words in just three days. You've done well, lady. Again.

> I know its silly, but I do get nervous with every story. Biting my nails, hiding from the computer for a while, before I finally feel able to take a deep breath. Then of course, another story starts building in my mind and I think "Here I go again". Sheesh. I'm so looking forward to my vacation next week, I won't touch a computer for at least 4 or 5 days.

Thank you for always being there to lift my spirits up and give me a pat on the back. It means a lot and I always appreciate the time you spend with my stories, my friend.
> Well, I haven't got to the point of putting shoes in my refrigerator, but I get very distracted when a new story is being born. I also become real edgy and fiesty, while everything is starting come into focus.

Thank you. I do plan on having a nice vacation. We won't be going totally primitive, but we will be in tents, cooking over the campfire and away from the hustle and bustle for a while. Weather so far looks like its going to be nice and if its warm enough, we may be swimming in the lake and not just fishing on it. Have to take the cell with me, but it will be spending most of the time in my back pack. I'm not carrying on me or someone will call and beg me to do something with work. I'm going into hiding, while I play in the woods with my pack. lol.
> You know, I had logged off for a while, but seeing I had something come from you, I had to pop back on for a bit. I'm so glad I did. Wow! They say a pictures worth a thousand words and I can definitely agree to that.

Sugar, your words always hold special meaning to me and I love that you gave me this picture as well. Thank you for sharing how you felt while reading this story and for showing me how the story affected you. You've sent me to a very happy place and………I think I need to hush now, before I say much more.
I'm so proud of you babe!

I really enjoyed your story! From the first paragraph you are enticed to continue. I love how you go into detail, you strike a balance that is able to describe the details without losing the plot. You writing talent is natural and is something one is born with. You manage to give an insight that is normally overlooked. The words flow like water. As a result, a person can submerge themselves into the plot. Your creative spirit is impressive. Don't lose it!

peace friend
BULLZdawg

WOW!
…just… WOW
that was just beautiful and powerful.

that thing that i think you were going for….
tension between fear and submission, stubbornness and frailty…
you hit it perfectly.

WOW.

i try ot comment on the stories that stir me, and i think authors should know when they write something moving.

But i worry that that cheapens the comments sometimes.
But maybe if i add a fourth WOW!

Beyond even just being erotic, it was just damned beautiful.