It was something I'd noticed once, just in passing. At a company at orange red's family. A couple of sturdy looking terminal in one of the guest rooms. Normally, the door was closed, but that one meter. They were about three fundament high and place about 3 or 4 feet apart, rising up from the level in front end of a large mirror on the rampart. I couldn't have seen them if I had just walked by, but, curious, I'd gone in for a hour or two. I hadn't really thought too very much about them, but every once in a while, the trope reasserted itself in my head, and began to create a scenario around it, one that, as prison term went by, got more and more… elaborate and detailed.

Of path, that's all it was. A illusion. Something to tease myself with when I was feeling particularly dirty. When I was pretending to be Livvy, the dog trollop, instead of Rachel. And it would get stayed that way, except…

"I promised vermilion that I'll block by and check on Loki - her dog. She's gone all day and she asked If I'd mind."

"Weren't you and Mitch having an eventide in ?"I asked, checking the sentence. A trivial after 1pm.

"Yes, but if I leave now, I can spend a footling time there. He's got a door to get out into the backyard, but he gets lonely if he's by himself too long."

"I could do it,"I said, not even stopping to recollect. At that moment, it was all about helping out my Mistress so that she could consume a relaxing night in with her boyfriend. It was only after we'd hung up that it became something else. Something a good deal less altruistic.

"Would you mind, kitten ?"

"Not at all,"I told her, practically purring at her use of the pet figure. It wasn't a lie. I loved being able-bodied to do simple niggling task for her, even the most menial. It felt upright and it kept me in her good graces as an added bonus.

"I owe you."She described to me where I could find the redundant house key and how to bend off the alarm."She'll be home around 9, so if you could expend an hour or so with him ? He's very well-disposed and well behaved. She says he's usually pretty restrained in the afternoons. beloved you."

"Love you too, Mistress,"I told her and that was that. Or it would take in been, only I choose that instant to remember the poles and, without meaning too, I began to take shape a program that had zilch to do with what schoolmistress Ilse had asked of me…

Loki, a very handsome German Shepard, had met me at the door, tidal bore for company. As my mistress had said, he was well-behaved and friendly. While I did my sound to act casual, my heart was pounding in my dresser so intemperate that I could feel it against my ribs and I was a minuscule breathless and a bit silly as I closed and locked the room access behind me.

Setting down my backpack, I played with him a bit, petting him, scratching behind his ears, called him a secure boy, and all that. He looked like he needed a bit more than that, so we ended up going out back so I could make a lawn tennis glob for him. He loved playing fetch, apparently, so we did that until he decided that it was time to stop. Giving him a kiss on the olfactory organ ( which re-ignited my heart once more ) I topped off his intellectual nourishment bowl and changed his water and then left him to do whatever it is that he did while his owner was away.

fourth dimension for me to put my plan into action, knowing that it was high-risk and that it might not turn out as I'd envisioned, but that it was worth the danger. Fetching my backpack, I made my way to the elbow room that I'd remembered. As common, the doorway was closed securely. None of the other doors in the star sign were, only this one. I took a moment to wonder about that, and then put it out of my mind, opening it up and entering. While the mirror was still there, exactly as I remembered it, the rod weren't. A thrust of dashing hopes went through me as I walked over to bear before the tall reflective device and made a grimace at myself in it. So much for that. And then, I noticed the small mend in the carpet where there wasn't any carpet. kneel, I looked closer. It looked like there were holes hidden in the weave… I used the flashlight on my telephone set and saw that they were threaded so that you could screw something into the floor.

Now I was on a seeking. I should cite that the mirror wasn't the only thing in the room. On the wall behind it hung a good size flat screen tv. A pocket-size desk was against the wall to the right hand, facing a window to the back yard, so that it was the first thing most people saw when entering the room, and against the opposition paries were a pair of plush looking president to either position of sliding doorway - presumably, a closet. If they were in here, they'd be in there. number one, though, I closed the blinds, making sure that no one could see in. The slat created enough ambient light so that I didn't need to wrench the lights on, so I simply left them off. And then, I went to the closet, fingers crossed that what I was looking for would be inside…

And they were. Pretty obvious, too. Not only that, but there were more than one pair, giving me a selection, something I didn't expect. Now that I knew I could transport out my plan, I set it into motion, knowing that, if I thought about it too much, I'd chicken out. Step one. Undress.

I'd come over in a pair of shortstop, a tee, and a hoodie. Having already left my tennis shoe by the hinder door, it didn't take me long to shed everything, including my bra and my panties ( which were embarrassingly damp at this decimal point - in fact, I was leaking pretty heavily in anticipation ). I folded them all, taking my sentence, edging myself, in a way, with the anticipation of what I hoped would materialise.

I paused, savoring the touch of being naked in someone's house I hardly knew. Glancing at the clock, I noticed it was close to 3. Scarlet would be home around 9, Mistress had said. pot of time. Going back to the closet, I examined the poles. There were, in all, three sets, all about four feet improbable. curious, I took a closer look. One set had slot running up each perch, with a duo of metal rings set into it. kneeling, discovered that it worked kind of like a trail, where you could move the pack up and down the rings up and down the entire length of the celestial pole. Interesting.

The second had a fixed ring at the nates of the rod and one on top. That was the one I'd remembered visual perception that night. My hand trembled as I ran it up and down the fluent metallic element. It was cool to the touch and polished so that I could see my blurry reflection in it, my tits rising and falling lewdly with each quickening intimation. God, I wanted to allude myself, maybe even seduce myself number, but I resisted. There's deal of meter for that later, I told myself.

The tierce was much the same, only it had a third set of rings at about the midpoint. I toyed with the idea of using the one with the nomadic adherence, but, in the end, I chose the hold up one.

As I suspected, it had a turnkey set into the base so that it could be easily set into the storey. It took me two tries to get it right - the first time, when it was all the way in, the rings were facing outwards, so I simply unscrewed it and then adjusted it so that they were facing inward, before setting the other in as well.

And then I couldn't assist myself. I stood close to the perch, legs spread wide as I observed my reflexion in the mirror, and began to rub myself up and down on it, smearing the metallic element with my juices, letting out a little moan as I started to get out of ascendence as I tried to pore on the lewd image in the looking chicken feed. Fuck, I felt so sexy. Suddenly, I couldn't take it. I needed to get started with the real risky venture. I'd packed a few things specifically for this based on what I remembered seeing that night…

I took my back over to the desk, set it down on the floor, tossed the cushion to one position and took a derriere on the wood surface. Closing my eyes, I did my sound to tranquilize myself a little, but it was nearly unacceptable, so I gave up. God, I was leaking all over the seat already. That would get been hard to explain if I'd left the cushion.

I glanced at the clock again. Plenty of time, but now I was too eager to get started not to festinate myself along. I started with the cuffs, placing them on the surface of the desk in a neat and orderly fashion. A duo for my wrists and one for my ankles. They were leather. A pair of silver buckles would fix them. A single metallic element ring was on the opposite side of meat so that you could secure a rope or a chain.

A collar. Not my common one, the one that I always wore in Mistress's front, but a thick leather one with a individual warp and a halo to seize, presumably, a leash. It was and actual dog catch, purchased at a pet memory board. I'd also picked out a tag for it and used one of those car they have to etch my name, or the one I use when I'm having these form of fantasies - Livvy. And, on the other side, I'd etched something else. Dog Slut.

I wanted to put it on right hand now. I was afraid that, if I didn't, I'd talk myself out of this. It would start the shift. My finger were a little rickety as I buckled it around my throat. I stood a minute, and went over to the mirror and adjusted it a short. God, my nipple where hard and I could see the shine of my puss juices on the interior of my thighs. Once again, I decided to leave them there and not touch myself. It was hard. Almost insufferable, but I managed to simply sit down at the desk again and continue unpacking.

Next came four unretentive duration of chain and four padlocks, the keys still in them. I was getting close to the end, when I would actually put everything on. I felt a minuscule sick for a mo so I took a moment to simply close my eyes and try to slow my breathing. I could experience heat spreading all over my body, heat and arousal - it was almost plenty to eclipse the fear and the shame that burned within me as well, know that I was sure I was going to follow through with my plan.

A wearing apparel came next. I guess you could call it a cocktail dress. It was dark and made of unmixed textile. Had I worn in in public, I'd be arrested. It was also incredibly short. Standing up it would cover my kitty-cat and almost of my ass. Just barely, though. Thin straps would continue it from sliding down. I would stress my wanton nature rather than belittle it.

Last thing. A jar of peanut butter. That was the most significant item, despite it being the least obvious. Taking a deep breath, I began. With one understructure on the desk, I wrapped a handcuff around my ripe ankle, buckling it securely, and then did the Lapp with my left. Then the same with my wrist turnup. After that, I slipped my dress on and, once again, admired myself in front of the mirror. I looked like what I was. A slut.

"A dog slovenly woman,"I whispered, licking my lip with prevision for what I hoped would come about.

I went back to the desk and grabbed the peanut butter, unscrewing the top, then stood before my observation again, watching at the young woman sunk a pair of finger into the ja and began to slander it on her body - on my body. On the inside of my thigh, on my ass cheeks, on my heap, and then, more daringly, on my pussy lips, between my cheeks, my asshole, my clit and as much as I could bear on into my dripping wet cunt.

Replacing the cap, I moved between the poles, trancelike. It really did feel like I was hypnotized, like I was watching myself do this, unable to put a stop to it. First, I put the winder to my ankle turnup and the manacle on my leftover carpus on a keyring, which I attached to my dog collar.

I took one length of Sir Ernst Boris Chain and fed it through the annulus at the al-Qa'ida of the pole before securing both ends on the ring of my cuff, following suit of clothes on the other side, forcing my legs to overspread a couple of base apart. It would be uncomfortable, but doable. Then I did the Lapp with the cuff on my left carpus, attaching it to the ring at the top of the perch.

The decently carpus would be sly, but it was significant that I did it redress so that I could get away when the time came. It wouldn't be easy, but I'd give myself plenty of time, and I'd taken the caution of setting the consternation on my phone for 6. Ilse had said J would be home at 9. Even if she was a little earlier, I would be long gone by the clip she got home, with no idea what had transpired here.

Carefully, she slipped the mountain range through the ring on her cuff, and then through the one on the pole, the lock already hooked through the end link on one end. It took a frustrating quantity of time, and she almost dropped it a duet of prison term, but, eventually, she was capable to secure the end links together, the key still inside the padlock. It would consider attempt, but she was confident that she'd left decent wiggle room to free herself when the timer went off.

She looked in the mirror. It was unacceptable not too, since the poles forced her to face it. God, she looked… slutty.

"Like a dog slut,"she repeated."I am a nasty slight slut who wants to fuck dogs. And maybe horse cavalry, the amended, blushing furiously at that admission, even though there was no one to hear her almost mute whisper.

After that, there was nothing to do but look, anticipation and frustration making her anxious, so much so that she considered freeing herself and just going home, unsure now if she wanted to see this through. A glance at her phone told her that a minuscule over a one-half hour had gone by since she'd chained herself to the poles.

"fifteen more second,"she told herself,"and then…"

She felt a thrust of letdown after half of that had gone by, followed by a jerk of panic as a soft jingle caught her attention, followed by the flaccid chuff of Loki as he strode slowly into the room to investigate. From where she stood, she couldn't see him, but she knew that, if he came all the way in, she'd be capable to see his reflection.

"Here boy,"she called, softly, coaxing him further in until he was standing directly behind her, looking at her inquisitively."Livvy has a treat for you."

I felt my stomach clench, followed by my pussy, felt the drip survey, making its way down the inside of my aright thigh. And then I felt his hot breathing place on the back of my thigh, heard him sniffing softly, apparently liking what he smelled, his tongue slipping out of his mouth and licking the earthnut butter I'd smeared on my form once, than twice, his lingua wet and rough as it sent shake of frantic sexual desire up and down my spine and deep into my core.

"fucking,"I whimpered, and then began to moan as he went after his treat in earnest. Apparently peanut butter was the right on choice. He seemed to like it, or maybe it was the gustatory sensation and feel of my overheating cunt, or maybe he just into beef - not girl, bitches - cause that is all that I am right now. I went from being a dog slut to Loki's bitch the second his tongue slid up the inside of my thigh.

God, it was happening. I was really going through with it. If I had been able-bodied to think calmly, I might consume been freaked out. As it was, all I could do was believe about him licking me, about how his knife would find in my bitch or my bastard. About how concentrated I would cum and how often. About what would fall out if he tried to mount me. I wasn't sure if he could while I was chained like this, but maybe, if I could unchain myself, he would. I wanted to experience his peter sinking into my slit as he claimed me, palpate him fucking me a like a mariner hammering, his naut mi swelling inside my hole, locking us together just before he floods me with his doggie cum. I wanted to feel it leaking slowly out of me as he stood there, his forelegs wrapped possessively around my waist, his furry haunches pressed into my thighs and ass, panting as he pushes and pulls interior of me, his slobbering dripping on my exposed back and neck…

I glanced up, remembering the mirror, focusing on the mental image of the girl chained between two metal perch while being licked by a High German Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr..

And then, I feel his tongue on my ass cheek, finding more of the yummy treat, and I start to escape from even harder, knowing that I could not stop over this, that I didn't want to stop this.

"That's it, Loki. Get it all. There's more, lots more, just keep looking,"I managed, mostly just babbling whatever came to mind, some of it incoherently, adding the occasional ‘ serious boy'as encouragement, not that he needed any. I cried out when he found my asshole, and he paused, as if wondering if that meant he should give up. I almost broke down sobbing until he decided that the peanut butter was just too yummy not to wind up it. All this time I'd been watching myself, too, although it had taken me a while to registrar that I was watching myself, not some nasty dog smut video.

"fucking,"I gasped, feeling his tongue brush against my pussy backtalk, and then again. I stated at my icon, my legs scatter, my arms spread, drool running down my Chin and dripping into my teat, my aching pap swollen, my knocker bouncing, his snout between my legs, his tongue extending…

"Fuck."This meter I almost shouted, startling him as I suddenly went over the bound, an orgasm wracking through my body. I caught flock of myself briefly, bent over as much as I could, his natural language slurping up and down my pussy, between my puffy back talk, parting them…

When I could see straight again, the image had shifted. This time Loki was before me, his snout pushing into my pussy. All I could do was watch over, encouraging him with more ‘ good boys'and ‘ make your kick issue forth'and whatever else came to beware. It was so lots nastier than any of the zoo telecasting I'd watched in secret, embarrassed to intromit to anyone how much I wanted to be the asterisk. Mostly because it was me, and it was really happening. And because, instead of being disgusted, I was turned on beyond de***********ion.

"Oh, god, yes, fuck your bitch with your spit. give me add up, good doggy, recondite, Loki, deeper."

I watched myself, ineffective to charge my eyes away from the mirror, as I came again, his tongue brushing roughly over my clit, moaning and sobbing and begging him to keep going. I was so intent on observation, that it took me respective moments, very long minute during which I thought my heart would break open from my chest, to notice that Ilse's friend, Scarlet, whose firm I was in, whose dog was busy pushing his lingua deep into my cunt, was standing to my left, watching me with a enigmatic smiling on her face.

Panicking at being found out and caught in the act, I fought against the chains that held me in place, ineffectual to think straight, the end issue being that the key I'd left in the padlock was shaken free people, falling to the floor where there was no way I could get to it.

"So nasty,"Loki's proprietor said, shaking her head."Letting my dog at your soiled little slit. What a cruddy little whore."

I shook my head, trying to explicate myself but unable to get more than a few Holy Scripture out before another climax hit me. I managed to grab at the terminal so I wouldn't collapse, barely registering her tidings as she came closer.

"Ilse let me know you'd be dropping by. We both had our suspicions, so I activated the camera and watched for a while until I was sure of what you were up to. And once I was, I decided to cut my evening short."

"God, I'm sorry, please, I'll never do anything like this again."

She laughed. It was a courteous laugh, one that sent shivered up and down my acantha. Rich and sensuous and cruel.

"Don't make promises you can't keep."

She was erstwhile than me by about ten days, but she didn't tone it. She was slender and fit, and wore her whisker loose, brunette undulation spilling over her shoulders, and she had killer legs. At award she was dressed casually in a skirt and a blouse.

"Loki. Sit,"she commanded briskly and just like that, he sat, leaving me trembling, a string of drool leaking from my mouth and down my chin until it hung, suspended for several New York minute and then fell to the trading floor.

"goodness boy."

She was behind me now, petting the Shepard between the capitulum fondly, her oculus on him, not on me.

"He's very well trained,"she said with a voiced chuckle, lifting her eyes so that she could catch mine in the wall length mirror. Not knowing how to respond, I said nothing, staring at her reflection, my face flushed red with embarrassment.

"He knows all sort of commands."

I gasped as I felt her fingers brushing against the cheek of my ass, than trailing along my hip off-white, and along my flank as she moved in front of me, bending slightly so that she could canvass the tag on my collar.

"Livvy. Is that what you want to be called ?"

"Yes. Please."I whispered, my part shaking as she turned it over, shaking her head as she read the in***********ion on the other side.

"Dog slut."

I found myself blushing even harder, if that was possible as she let go of it, and held her phone out, so that I could see the screen. On it, I watched recorded video of me preparing myself. Of me stripping, putting on the handcuff, smearing Arachis hypogaea butter on myself… of me chaining myself to the poles.

"It's still recording, ‘ Livvy ’, although it will be sluttish enough to edit if I decide to do so."

"What are you going to do ?"I asked uncertainly, unable to meet her gaze.

"I'm going to determine as this plays out, although I think I'm going to make some changes before I let Loki enjoy himself some more."

Loki, I noticed, was looking back and Forth, his regard following whomever was talking at the mo, his tail thumping happily on the carpeting.

"Stay. Good boy,"Scarlet told him, scratching between his auricle before retrieving the couple of poles with only two rings.

"You missed these,"she told me, setting them, one at a clock time, before me and screwing them into the base like I'd done with the others so that they were respective foundation in front of me, even with the unity I'd chained myself to.

"You ever suck a dog's cock before, Livvy ?"

"What ? No, never,"I admitted, feeling lust that had been somewhat quelled at vermilion's interruption, rising again deep within.

"Ever been fucked ?"

This time, I just shake off my brain, and then, very softly made my confession."Until now, I'd never… done anything with… a dog. It was all just a fantasy. I just… I had to know…"

"Oh,"she said, sounding surprised. Then, there it was again. That rich people, sensuous, cruel laugh.

"Then this will be a special treat."

She found the keystone for the padlocks and unlocked my wrists."Kneel down for me, Livvy."I did my easily to abide by, with her help.

"rightfulness script first, please."

I held my right hand up so that she could pull it towards the other pole, locking my cuff directly to it.

"Now the left."

And just like that, I was on my knee, bent over, my arms out in front of me.

"Almost there. Be patient."I thought, at first, that she was talking to me, but when I glanced in the mirror, I realized that she was addressing her dog.

"shag,"I breathed, too quiet for her to hear, my heart going spacious as my imagination went into broad gear. In this emplacement, she could score me do either… suck his cock or let him fuck me, and I wouldn't be able to halt her. And it wouldn't be me. It wouldn't be my fracture. It was out of my control…

"One more thing, Livvy."She'd found a belt in the close-fitting. I hadn't really explored it earlier, my eyes only on the swag.

"More for looks than anything else."

She buckled it around my shank, looping the toss chains from former through ringing attached to it and then through the midway rings on the celestial pole I'd chosen and then snapping them shut.

"You be a sound girl and last out right there for me. It'll contribute you time to cerebrate about what's to come. cum, Loki. I'm going to change and get myself something to eat. Don't worry. I'll be back shortly."

She left me like that, chained to the perch hang over, my puss dripping fluids onto the carpet, unable to reckon at myself in the mirror which was now only a few feet in front of me. I stared at the tag dangling from my collar, repeating her words softly.

"Livvy. Dog slut. Have you ever sucked a dog's putz before, Livvy ? Have you ever been fucked by a dog ?"

I found myself crying, tears welling up in my eyes. What had I done ? What had my insatiable want gotten me into. It was just a fancy. I never meant for it to actually pass off, and yet… it had felt so trade good. Loki licking me while I was chained in social movement of the mirror. His grating natural language traveling over my thighs, my ass, pushing between my cheeks, and then, that electrifying moment when he'd discovered my pussy, how it had felt that initiatory time. I felt so dirty. It was the most taboos of taboos and yet, if she was here right now with him, I'd be begging for her to let him lick me some more, desperate to come again with his tongue pushed between my conceited lips, his poise nose pressing into my clitoris, his drivel coating my thighs.

"Dog slut,"I told my mirror image accusingly."You want it, don't you. You don't want to allow it, but you want more, don't you ?"

Licking my backtalk, I closed my eyes and took a deep hint, letting it out slowly, before answering, my voice too quiet for even me to find out, but the answer exonerated as daytime in my head.

"Yes. Yes, I want more."

I'm not sure how long she left me like that. It seemed like forever, but it was probably more like fifteen or twenty minutes at most. When she returned, Loki was at her side, his pinna perking up when he saw me. Scarlet had changed into a comfortable looking robe. Not a blurred pink one like you might wear before going to bed. It was blue and shiny and wrapped tightly around her, the tie tight about her waist. The bottom fell almost to mid-thigh. She was holding a glassful of wine in one hand. The other was free.

"As promised, Livvy."

She giggled a short as she walked Loki around me. Had I not been so nervous, I might throw too. Instead I simply did my best not to heave or groan or micturate any other sound that would embarrass me further, especially when she stopped in front of me, Loki turned to the face between us, my eyes drawn down between his haunches at the ruby tip protruding from his hairy sheath. His peter. I'd seen image, of course of action, but never up close and personal.

"William Tell Loki he's a good boy, Livvy. William Tell him how much you liked him licking your wet little pussy. Tell him how nice he made you come."

I swallowed, lifting my gaze from his tool to orange red's face, then back again and, finally, to Loki's mouth. He looked glad, his red hanging haphazardly over his black lips. It almost looked like he was grinning at me. It made me wonder if he knew what was coming, and was looking forward to it ?

"You're a safe boy,"I managed, stumbling over the words a little."And thank you for…"I couldn't, not in forepart of her, at least, but I did anyway."thank for… for using your tongue on my pussycat and making me come…"

"That wasn't so hard, was it now,"orange red said with a smirk, kneeling down in front of me so that our faces were about even.

"You're not the first girl Loki has divine service, Livvy, although it's been a patch since the last one. I'm going to go get well-off and watch out the show. Like I said, he knows all sort of commands."

She took me by surprisal, then, and kissed me, not just a little pile on the back talk, but a porno star kiss, tongue and all. When she was done, I was left breathless while she went over to one of the chairs flanking the cupboard, pulling it out so she'd have a good view of me. Of us. I watched her lift her meth to her lips and take a minuscule sip before setting it down on one thigh, fingerbreadth cupping the trough, her expression, eagre.

"Loki. Kiss."

I let out a galvanize pant, surprised as Loki stepped forward and started licking my font. He wasn't gentle, either, as he lapped away, his spit wet with drivel. I even giggled as little at his apparent pleasure in ‘ kissing'me. It was kind of gross and sort of fun and… I found myself unexpectedly aroused by it.

"Stick your tongue out, Livvy. Kiss him back."

I opened my lip to object, which he took as an invitation to put his glossa inside of it. Again, he wasn't gentle, but he wasn't hurting me. His breath didn't stink, thankfully, like I thought it might. If fact, I could find earthnut butter and pussy as he kissed me.

"Kiss. Him. back, jade,"Scarlet repeated, making it sound like an society. I obeyed, hesitantly at first, simply sticking my tongue out and letting him lick it, doing my best not to pull my head back when he got his spit in my mouth.

"French him, Livvy. He's not just some rove dog. He's your lover for the evening, and he wants to present you a trade good time. You should do the same."

When put that way, I did my secure, both to delight her and to delight Loki. It was tentative at first, but I started to actually think of him as my lover. After all, he'd licked my pussy and made me come earlier and I was pretty indisputable scarlet was going to ingest him get laid me before the evening was over. Soon, I was licking his tongue while he licked mine, my mouth, my cheeks, and Kuki. He wasn't exactly refined, but he was enthusiastic. I started to recede myself a piffling, feeling my nipples hardening both due to expectancy and the so very inappropriateness of what I was doing, making out with a dog.

I spared a glimpse over at orange red. She'd untied her robe, but it was still closed, and was taking a sip from her wine as she watched us. She caught my oculus and smiled, then bared her tooth and ran the tip of her spit along the edges. Shivering, I went back to kissing Loki, occasionally pulling at the pole that secured my wrists to no help.

By the clock time she gave the future command, my aspect was dripping wet. So was my pussy.

"Loki. Pussy."

Loki abandoned me responding to his owner's command immediately. I swear I could see an eager rumble in his chest as he circled around behind me, his fur brush against my hip at one full stop. orange red laughed when I let out a moan at that simple contact.

"individual's turned on."

My only reply was a stuttering groan as I felt his head pushing between my set forth thigh and his eager hot breather heating up my cunt. I moaned even louder when he began using his tongue to lap up my juices. unable to help myself, I did my considerably to push myself back, closer, wanting to feel his clapper inside of me again.

"Oh, god,"I gasped, and then sighed as he found my swollen and sore clit. In just a few minutes he had me on the scepter of coming again. I could palpate the passion rushing through me, my beat pounding as I felt myself getting closer and closer…

"Loki. Sit."

I wanted to yell in frustration as he obeyed the command almost immediately, leaving me hanging, teetering on the sharpness of a massive climax, ineffective to do anything to push myself over.

"Poor thing,"vermilion teased, my hurt obvious."Tell me what you want and maybe I'll pass on it to you."

I turned my drumhead towards her. She'd pulled open her robe, giving me a partial view of her mammilla. The mamilla I could see was as well up and cunt as mine were. As she caught me staring, she slowly uncrossed her ramification to expose a nicely trimmed landing cartoon strip above her moderately pink twat.

"While you're cooling down a little, you should follow this."

She picked up her phone and played with it until the silver screen behind me lit up. I couldn't see it, but I could see the range it displayed in the mirror. Me chained to the poles. Me kissing Loki. Loki licking me. She's recorded it all. Of course she had. I should have been embarrassed and humiliated, maybe even angry. Or scared. Instead all I could feel was lust as I watched her dog tease me with his tongue. It was obvious I was enjoying it, too.



"Loki. Nipples."

I didn't even have a luck to registrar the words before he made a shortly leaping over my calfskin and stuck his point under my suspended physical structure, his tongue warm and wet against the side of meat of my tit, every once in a while brushing my nipple and then concentrating on my hard nub until I began to writhe helplessly, begging him to stop, her to make believe him stop. He nipped my chest with his tooth and I let out a breathless scream.

"He wants you to last out still, Livvy. Don't fight him or he'll outset getting rough. Or maybe you'd like that. A nip here and there. Your nipple. Your nipples. Your bid picayune purulent. I don't think he'd break the skin, but I can't make any promises."

"Fuck fuck fucking,"I replied, panting as he gave me a suspension, and trotted to the other side, pausing to give my fount a lick. He started again, slobbering as he assaulted my other nipple, driving me, again, close and closer to ecstasy, but never close enough.

"You look so screw sexy, Livvy. The two of you. You and your devotee. I'm so happy you decided to come over and play. Maybe, if you ask nicely, this could be a regular playdate. Would you like that ?"

Unable to speak, I shook my head stubbornly. I wouldn't gift her the satisfaction of knowing how much I did want that. At least right now I did.

"conflict it all you want. It's your nature. Now that you've had a mouthful, you'll want more. Loki. Sit."

Again, I was silent. I could take in protested to my middle's content, but It didn't change the facts. She was right. Before, it had just been a longing, a rich seated phantasy. Now ? Now I knew I wouldn't be able to experience just this once. I was hooked.

"Now It's your go, Livvy. I want you to bear witness Loki how a great deal you appreciate him. Loki. Blowjob."

It took me a few moment to cypher the new command. In fact, it took some prompting on scarlet's part before I understood what she, and her dog, expected of me. The mastery was really meant for me. She wanted me to mishandle him.

"I can't,"I whimpered, getting a commodity look at his bright red cock as it extended five or six inches from his cocktail dress, bobbing up and down beneath his belly as he raised his forelegs and set his paws on my shoulder brand, giving me a secure up close sight of his stopcock, which seemed to be growing braggy by the second. I gripped the poles, anchoring myself, fascinated by the mess.

orange red replied with a gimcrack chuckle, and no more, while Loki let out what I hoped was a playful growling as he started to take the air his paws slowly forward, seeming to sleep with what he was doing. Pretty soon, I got my first base really good up-close and personal look at a dog's penis.

It was sort of Weird. The point was sort of unconditional with a sort of tip on it. Other than that, it wasn't terribly different than a human cock, although it obviously wasn't. And now, it was finish enough that, if I stuck my tongue out…

I licked him. He was already oozing precum. It wasn't much unlike than a guy's. Salty, slick, only it was dissimilar. It wasn't a guy ’, it was a German language Sam Shepard's…

"That wasn't so bad, was it, Livvy. Don't try to suck him yet. Just kiss it. tease his tip with your tongue."

I let out a soft whimper as I stretched myself forward and kissed the tip of his cock, my natural language playing over the Wyrd shaped tip, sucking my breathing spell in as he pushed forward, forcing me to take about an inch or so of it in my mouth. God, I wanted badly to reach between my branch and match myself or maybe just jam my digit into my soaking wet twat and fuck myself as laborious and as fast as I could. Instead, I explored his stopcock with my rima oris, taking a fiddling more of it, using my tongue to tease and tickle, since, by the strait he was making, he liked it. I did too. It was so cheating. I was so pestiferous. He moved a footling forward, his claws rough against my bare skin. I didn't daring complain, though. Besides, my mouth was busy. I mostly licked him while he was in my rima oris. I felt him twitch a dyad of clock time and it wasn't look before I had saliva and precum dripping from the corners of my mouth.

"Loki. Sit."

I let out a moan as he pushed himself of my back, his claws scraping against my shoulder joint, scratching me.

"Fuck,"I groaned in response as he sat suddenly on his haunches, tongue lolling out as his attention went back and Forth between me and Scarlet, wanting to obey his owner while eager to use me as his bitch.

"Enjoy yourself, slut ?"she asked, startling me. I hadn't noticed her standing, so engrossed in what I had been doing to Loki, taking his cock in my mouth, kissing and licking and sucking it. She bent over to pet his caput, and then she did the Same to mine, scratching me playfully behind one ear.



"Would you like to block up now ? We can, if you'd like. It's your death probability to back out, trivial dog slut."ew

respiration heavily, I weighed my pick. Maybe this was all a mistake. Would I rue it afterwards ? While she didn't say the words, I knew what would materialise if we continued. She'd let him fuck me. He'd stick his cock inside of me and use me as his bitch. He'd probably tangle me and fill me with his cum and I'd have crossed a product line I could never re-cross. I'd have fucked a dog. Willingly, since she was giving me a choice. I could say no. She was offering me that chance. I could, but then, again, I couldn't, not because she wouldn't honor her offer, but because something inside me needed this to happen. Something inscrutable inside of me, something wickedness, maybe, or maybe not, but certainly, something much too powerful for me to deny.

"No. Don't stop. Please,"I told her, my articulation shaking."I want this."

"What is it that you want, Livvy. Tell me."

Her grinning was cruel, but likeable as well. She understood, all too well, what was driving me. She knelt, then, directly in front man of me, and kissed me softly on the mouth, her tongue pushing past my lips and sliding along my glossa while she cupped one of my titmouse and teased my mamilla with her thumbnail before leaning back again, staring expectantly at me.

"Tell me."

"I want him to fuck me."

It was barely a rustle, but it was aloud enough for her to listen.

"Again, Livvy. Tell me."

Swallowing, I looked over at her dog. He was staring at me too, an eagre look on his face as he panted softly and cocked his head teacher as if waiting on me.

"I want Loki to bonk me, Scarlet. I want him to stick his prick in my cunt and use me like a cunt. I want to sense his nautical mile and I want him to fill me up with his cum…"

"Good female child,"she told me, and then, my fate decided, she gave Loki another command.

"Loki. Mate."

My kernel skipped a beat as I watched the beast, the dog, Loki, energy off his binding legs and, tail wagging, pony past me, while scarlet went back to her chairman, disrobing as she sat, leaving me an interrupted view of the mirror in social movement of me and of her, naked, her legs banquet as she leaned back and watched her dog mountain me, hopping up on his hindlegs, his battlefront wooden leg around my waist, holding blind drunk as we began to hurtle himself. I felt his prick hitting the back of my thigh and then my left cheek, then my right.



"His aim is not always perfect. You probably don't want him in your ass. At least not the low time. speculation we'll see what happens."

A sense of big shame washed over me. shame and humiliation as Loki kept trying while I watched him in the mirror, growing frustrated as he kept missing. It wasn't like I wasn't wet enough. And then, he got his prick in me, thrusting deep with a victorious barque. After that, it felt like a jackhammer against my backside as he started pounding me with no wish for my puff, his cock swelling up inside my tight puss. I let out a loud groan.

God, he was rough, but it felt so goodness. A quick glance to my left showed Scarlet playing with her own cunt, her leg now over the arms of the chairperson so I could get a good expression at her. God, she was gorgeous. I'd always thought so, but this was the first time I'd ever seen her naked.

After that it it became all about me. Me and Loki. He kept at it, driving his hammer into me without seeming to tired. I started to palpate a culmination coming on, the physical wiz as well as the realization that I was being fucked by a dog while it's possessor watched was too much. I shook violently before letting out a rasping cry, coming hard while he kept fucking me. And then, I came again, or maybe it was all the Lapplander coming. I was too lost in disco biscuit to secern. I felt his cock growing inside of me, pushing apart my wall as he knotted me and I came a one-third time, tears leaking from my eye, my sass hanging give, twaddle running past my lips and dripping from my chin.

"No, no, no,"I gasped as his Calidris canutus grew inside of me, trapping him inside of me. I felt another climax coming. stopping point, so close. I just needed something to advertise me over the bound. I felt his legs tighten suddenly around me and then I felt him pumping his cum into me. It wasn't like anything I'd ever experienced before. It felt like a warm jet and there was so very much of it. He wasn't even done. I felt another dab of dog cum inside of me, tipping me over the edge.

"He's coming inside of me,"I gasped, my eubstance overloaded with intense pleasure as an even stronger Wave of ecstasy washed over me. She shot his load a third meter and then seemed to relax a niggling. All I could do was hang there, exhausted, his knot locking us together. Eventually, I felt him shifting. I watched as he sort of stepped over me, turning away, his cock still lodged in my pussy, his ass against mine.

I heard another sound. flabby hand clapping as Scarlet clapped her hired hand slowly together.

"That was so fucking hot, Livvy. glad I was able to record the entire thing."

I blushed hard, my face combustion as I looked away from her, staring, once again, at the mirror and my cuspid lover who, for the moment, was subject to stand there, his putz embedded in me…

Eventually, the swelling went down enough for him to slip out. With the gnarl gone, his cum started leaking out of me. Pouring out might have been a better de***********ion. There was just so much of it.

"Hanging my head, I just hung there, too spent to move, until orange red took pathos and released me from my bonds so that I could sink to the floor and lay on the soaked carpet. I think I cried a bit while she ran her hands over me, soothing me with her skin senses and with her give-and-take, calling me a good girl and dog fucker and a slut and… I lost track after a while.

"So ?"she eventually asked. I wasn't sure how to answer her. God, it had been beyond my uncivilised dreams and, at the like time, I wished it had never happened. I knew, suddenly, how Pandora must have felt when she'd opened up the box. I didn't think I'd be able to block this. Ever. Nor would it be a one time matter. Already I was thinking of the next time, wondering when that might be. With Loki again ? While Scarlet watched ? Or maybe kept woman would be there next time ? And who else did she know who had a dog. Or frump.

Right now, though, all I could do was lay there and savour her touch as it grew ever Thomas More sultry and then sexual, her fingers teasing me slowly towards another coming.

"You want to come up again, Livvy ?"she asked softly. I simply nodded.

"I thought you might. Loki. puss. ”