Colt's Night at the Fetish Club: Using the Submissive

By Alis Mitsy

It's Madoc's special day, his birthday, but the stallion has so much more waiting for him than dinner out with his mistress mare. Bound and trussed-up for her pleasure, he is blindfolded and taken out to a new location, teased and abused, need rising more and more as he is lovingly taunted.

Whored out to others at the club, his mistress watches as he is "forced" to please while she watches, making her use of other loyal pets at the facility too all the while.

There's always more, after all, that she can do for her sweet colt on his special night out...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alis Mitsy
• Release date: Feb 16, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463192030

Alis Mitsy

An author set to bring your fantasies to life and more. I have been writing erotica since 2011 and am ever set to improve my craft, exploring kinks that are new to me, all for your reading pleasure.Fancy something a little more personal? Do you want a tale written with you as the star or another character of your creation in the erotic spotlight?I am currently open for commission work beginning at a rate of 30 GBP per 1000 words and occasionally have special offers running too for mini-stories. Please contact [e-mail] for further details.

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Colt’s Night at the Fetish Club

Using the Submissive

Alis Mitsy

This work is copyrighted under the pen name of Alis Mitsy as of 2020.

This story may be published under other pen names belonging to the author.

All acts and characters are works of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is coincidental.

Are you going to tell me where we’re going?

Madoc snorted and shook his head, nostrils flaring. Blindfolded with his wrists lashed together in the back seat of his mare’s car, there was little he could do to discern their path. The most the stallion could tell of their location was that they were in the car going pretty fast...probably on the motorway from the lack of variance in the road. The window was open, allowing a lick of cold air to caress his coat, and he shivered, shrinking from it despite the sharpness it gave his mind. It had been growing dark when they’d left, an orange sunset blending with the sweet sway of night, and he had no idea how late it was anymore. How long had he even been in the car?

The stallion trembled. His ears twitched to catch the sound of Amethyst swivelling around in her seat, her fingertips grazing his knee for a split second. He huffed and arched his neck, moving to her – yet she was already gone, her attention presumably back on the road.

Ah, but that would spoil the surprise, colt.

He groaned and rolled his eyes, though he knew she couldn’t see with the blindfold covering half his face. Amethyst chuckled, turning down the radio so that they could speak. Madoc shifted and grumbled, tail trying to flick against the car seat. Everything was different this time. He never usually rode in the back – not at all! He twitched his ears, turning his head from left to right as if he could work out where they were going if only he concentrated hard enough.

A brush of her fingertips on his leg drew his attention