It was something I'd noticed once, just in passing. At a political party at Scarlet's house. A pair of sturdy looking rod in one of the guest rooms. Normally, the door was closed, but that one metre. They were about three ft high and property about 3 or 4 metrical unit apart, rising up from the floor in front of a large mirror on the wall. I couldn't have seen them if I had just walked by, but, curious, I'd gone in for a arcminute or two. I hadn't really thought too a good deal about them, but every once in a while, the ikon reasserted itself in my head, and began to create a scenario around it, one that, as sentence went by, got more and more… elaborate and detailed.

Of course, that's all it was. A fantasy. Something to rag myself with when I was feeling particularly dirty. When I was pretending to be Livvy, the dog slut, instead of Rachel. And it would birth stayed that way, except…

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

"Weren't you and Mitch having an eve in ?"I asked, checking the time. A little after 1pm.

"Yes, but if I leave now, I can spend a little sentence 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 recall. At that minute, it was all about helping out my Mistress so that she could consume a relaxing Nox in with her young man. It was only after we'd hung up that it became something else. Something much less altruistic.

"Would you mind, kitten ?"

"Not at all,"I told her, practically purring at her use of the pet public figure. It wasn't a lie. I loved being able to do simpleton little chores for her, even the most humble. It felt commodity and it kept me in her good graces as an tot up bonus.

"I owe you."She described to me where I could obtain the spare planetary house key and how to move around off the alarm."She'll be home around 9, so if you could drop an hour or so with him ? He's very friendly and well behaved. She says he's usually pretty tranquility in the afternoons. passion you."

"love life you too, Mistress,"I told her and that was that. Or it would have been, only I choose that moment to remember the terminal and, without meaning too, I began to make a design that had goose egg to do with what Mistress Ilse had asked of me…

Loki, a very well-favored German language Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr., had met me at the door, eager for company. As my schoolma'am had said, he was well-behaved and well-disposed. While I did my secure to act occasional, my bosom was pounding in my thorax so intemperate that I could feel it against my ribs and I was a little breathless and a bit light-headed as I closed and locked the door behind me.

Setting down my backpack, I played with him a bit, petting him, scratching behind his ears, called him a good boy, and all that. He looked like he needed a bit more than than that, so we ended up going out back so I could hold a tennis clump 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 nose ( which re-ignited my heart once more ) I topped off his food sports stadium and changed his water and then left him to do whatever it is that he did while his owner was away.

Time for me to put my plan into legal action, knowing that it was risky and that it might not turn out as I'd envisioned, but that it was worth the peril. Fetching my backpack, I made my way to the room that I'd remembered. As common, the door was closed securely. None of the other doorway in the house were, only this one. I took a moment to question 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 poles weren't. A thrust of dashing hopes went through me as I walked over to stand before the improbable reflective device and made a face at myself in it. So much for that. And then, I noticed the small patches in the carpet where there wasn't any carpet. Kneeling, I looked closer. It looked like there were holes hidden in the weave… I used the flashlight on my speech sound and saw that they were threaded so that you could make love something into the story.

Now I was on a quest. I should mention that the mirror wasn't the only affair in the room. On the wall behind it hung a commodity size flat tire concealment tv. A small desk was against the wall to the rightfield, facing a window to the back yard, so that it was the first thing most multitude saw when entering the room, and against the opposite wall were a pair of plush looking chairs to either side of sliding doors - presumably, a closet. If they were in here, they'd be in there. start, though, I closed the blinds, making certainly that no one could see in. The spline created enough ambient light so that I didn't need to turn the light source on, so I simply left them off. And then, I went to the press, fingers crossed that what I was looking for would be inside…

And they were. Pretty obvious, too. Not only that, but there were Sir Thomas More than one couple, giving me a choice, something I didn't expect. Now that I knew I could carry out my plan, I set it into motion, knowing that, if I thought about it too lots, I'd chicken out. Step one. Undress.

I'd seed over in a pair of trunks, a tee, and a hoodie. Having already left my sneakers by the back doorway, it didn't film me long to shed everything, including my bra and my pantie ( which were embarrassingly damp at this point - in fact, I was leaking pretty heavily in anticipation ). I folded them all, taking my clip, edging myself, in a way, with the expectancy of what I hoped would chance.

I paused, savoring the spirit of being naked in mortal's house I hardly knew. Glancing at the clock, I noticed it was close to 3. scarlet would be home around 9, schoolma'am had said. pile of time. Going back to the closet, I examined the perch. There were, in all, three hardening, all about four groundwork tall. Curious, I took a closer face. One set had slot running up each pole, with a pair of metal ringing set into it. kneeling, discovered that it worked kind of like a track, where you could go the ring up and down the hoop up and down the full length of the pole. Interesting.

The second had a get ring at the butt of the pole and one on top. That was the one I'd remembered seeing that night. My hand trembled as I ran it up and down the smooth metal. It was chill to the touch and polished so that I could see my blurry contemplation in it, my tits rising and falling lewdly with each quickening breath. God, I wanted to touch myself, maybe even make myself get along, but I resisted. There's mass of time for that later, I told myself.

The third was much the same, only it had a third set of anchor ring at about the midpoint. I toyed with the idea of using the one with the mobile attachment, but, in the end, I chose the last one.

As I suspected, it had a screw set into the base so that it could be easily set into the floor. It took me two endeavor to get it right - the first-class honours degree meter, 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 help myself. I stood close to the pole, legs ranch all-embracing as I observed my contemplation in the mirror, and began to rub myself up and down on it, smearing the metallic element with my succus, letting out a little groan as I started to get out of ascendency as I tried to focus on the raunchy image in the looking drinking glass. Fuck, I felt so sexy. Suddenly, I couldn't take it. I needed to get started with the real adventure. I'd packed a few thing specifically for this based on what I remembered seeing that night…

I took my book binding over to the desk, set it down on the floor, tossed the cushion to one side of meat and took a tush on the Wood surface. Closing my eyes, I did my best to calm myself a trivial, but it was nearly impossible, so I gave up. God, I was leaking all over the ass already. That would consume been hard to explain if I'd left the cushion.

I glanced at the clock again. peck of meter, but now I was too aegir to get started not to hasten myself along. I started with the turnup, placing them on the open of the desk in a neat and orderly way. A duad for my wrists and one for my ankles. They were leather. A pair of silver warp would guarantee them. A single metal ring was on the diametric slope so that you could secure a rope or a chain.

A collar. Not my usual one, the one that I always wore in mistress's presence, but a heavyset leather one with a 1 buckle and a halo to attach, presumably, a deuce-ace. It was and actual dog collar, purchased at a pet storage. I'd also picked out a tag for it and used one of those political machine they have to etch my figure, or the one I use when I'm having these kind of fancy - Livvy. And, on the other side, I'd etched something else. Dog Slut.

I wanted to put it on right now. I was afraid that, if I didn't, I'd talk myself out of this. It would start the translation. My fingerbreadth were a little shaky as I buckled it around my throat. I stood a moment, and went over to the mirror and adjusted it a little. God, my nipples where concentrated and I could see the refulgence of my pussy succus on the insides of my thighs. Once again, I decided to leave them there and not advert myself. It was hard. Almost insufferable, but I managed to simply sit down at the desk again and remain unpacking.

Next came four forgetful distance of chain and four padlocks, the samara still in them. I was getting close to the end, when I would actually put everything on. I felt a piffling sick for a instant so I took a minute to simply close up my eyes and try to slow my breathing. I could feel estrus spreading all over my dead body, heat and arousal - it was almost enough to overshadow the awe and the shame that burned within me as well, know that I was certainly I was going to follow through with my plan.

A apparel came next. I guess you could call it a cocktail dress. It was black and made of bold material. Had I worn in in world, I'd be arrested. It was also incredibly short circuit. Standing up it would cover my puss and to the highest degree of my ass. Just barely, though. Thin straps would keep it from sliding down. I would emphasise my light nature rather than diminish it.

Last thing. A jar of Arachis hypogaea butter. That was the most authoritative detail, despite it being the least obvious. Taking a thick breath, I began. With one foot on the desk, I wrapped a cuff around my right ankle joint, buckling it securely, and then did the same with my left. Then the same with my wrist joint handcuff. 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 lips with expectancy for what I hoped would happen.

I went back to the desk and grabbed the peanut butter, unscrewing the top, then stood before my musing again, watching at the girl sunk a pair of fingers into the ja and began to smear it on her body - on my organic structure. On the inside of my second joint, on my ass cheeks, on my hillock, and then, more daringly, on my pussy lips, between my cheeks, my asshole, my button and as a lot as I could drive into my dripping wet cunt.

Replacing the cap, I moved between the celestial pole, trancelike. It really did feel like I was hypnotized, like I was watching myself do this, ineffective to put a occlusion to it. First, I put the keystone to my ankle joint cuffs and the cuff on my left wrist on a keyring, which I attached to my collar.

I took one length of mountain range and fed it through the halo at the base of the magnetic pole before securing both conclusion on the closed chain of my cuff, following suit on the other incline, forcing my peg to distribute a couple of feet apart. It would be uncomfortable, but doable. Then I did the Sami with the cuff on my left wrist, attaching it to the ring at the top of the pole.

The properly wrist would be crafty, but it was crucial that I did it right so that I could turn tail when the time came. It wouldn't be easy, but I'd give myself plenty of fourth dimension, and I'd taken the care of setting the alarm on my headphone for 6. Ilse had said J would be home at 9. Even if she was a slight earlier, I would be long gone by the time she got home, with no idea what had transpired here.

Carefully, she slipped the mountain chain through the ring on her cuff, and then through the one on the magnetic pole, the lock chamber already hooked through the end liaison on one end. It took a thwart amount of time, and she almost dropped it a duad of multiplication, but, eventually, she was able-bodied to ensure the end links together, the key still inside the padlock. It would take exertion, but she was confident that she'd left decent wriggle room to disengage herself when the timer went off.

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

"Like a dog slut,"she repeated."I am a nasty little 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 still whisper.

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

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

She felt a shot of disappointment after half of that had gone by, followed by a jolt of panic as a soft jingle caught her attention, followed by the soft chuff of Loki as he strode slowly into the room to look into. From where she stood, she couldn't see him, but she knew that, if he came all the way in, she'd be able 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 dainty for you."

I felt my breadbasket clench, followed by my pussy, felt the dribble resume, making its way down the inside of my flop thigh. And then I felt his hot breath 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 groundnut butter I'd smeared on my anatomy once, than twice, his tongue wet and rough as it sent shivers of frenzied sexual desire up and down my spine and deep into my core.

"Fuck,"I whimpered, and then began to moan as he went after his treat in earnest. Apparently peanut butter was the right pick. He seemed to like it, or maybe it was the taste and olfactory perception of my overheating cunt, or maybe he just into cunt - not girls, cunt - causa that is all that I am right now. I went from being a dog slut to Loki's bitch the arcsecond his tongue slid up the inside of my thigh.

God, it was happening. I was really going through with it. If I had been capable to guess calmly, I might have been freaked out. As it was, all I could do was consider about him licking me, about how his tongue would feel in my cunt or my dickhead. About how hard I would cum and how often. About what would happen if he tried to climb 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 feel his cock sinking into my pussy as he claimed me, feel him fucking me a like a jack malleus, his mi swelling inside my golf hole, locking us together just before he floods me with his doggy cum. I wanted to finger it leaking slowly out of me as he stood there, his forelegs wrapped possessively around my shank, his furry haunches pressed into my second joint and ass, panting as he pushes and pulls inside of me, his slobbering dripping on my exposed back and neck…

I glanced up, remembering the mirror, focusing on the figure of speech of the daughter chained between two metal poles while being licked by a German Shepard.

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

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

"roll in the hay,"I gasped, feeling his tongue brushing against my puss brim, and then again. I stated at my icon, my legs spread, my arms spread, dribble running down my chin and dripping into my tits, my aching nipples swollen, my breast bouncing, his honker between my ramification, his tongue extending…

"Fuck."This metre I almost shouted, startling him as I suddenly went over the edge, an coming wracking through my body. I caught sight of myself briefly, hang over as much as I could, his tongue slurping up and down my twat, between my turgid back talk, parting them…

When I could see straight again, the image had shifted. This clock time Loki was before me, his schnoz pushing into my pussy. All I could do was watch, encouraging him with more ‘ good boys'and ‘ make your bitch come'and whatever else came to mind. It was so much awful than any of the zoo videos I'd watched in undercover, embarrassed to admit to anyone how much I wanted to be the star. 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, get laid your bitch with your natural language. nominate me come, good pooch, deeply, Loki, deeper."

I watched myself, ineffectual to tear my oculus away from the mirror, as I came again, his lingua brushing roughly over my clit, moaning and sobbing and begging him to keep going. I was so intent on watching, that it took me several moments, very long bit during which I thought my tenderness would burst from my chest of drawers, to notice that Ilse's friend, orange red, whose house I was in, whose dog was busy pushing his tongue deep into my cunt, was standing to my left wing, watching me with a enigmatic smile on her face.

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

"So nasty,"Loki's owner said, shaking her promontory."Letting my dog at your dirty little cunt. What a nasty little whore."

I shook my drumhead, trying to excuse myself but unable to get More than a few words out before another coming hit me. I managed to catch at the Pole so I wouldn't collapse, barely registering her intelligence as she came closer.

"Ilse let me have it off you'd be dropping by. We both had our suspicion, so I activated the camera and watched for a while until I was indisputable 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 Nice laugh, one that sent shivered up and down my vertebral column. rich and sensuous and cruel.

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

She was older than me by about ten years, but she didn't flavor it. She was slender and fit, and wore her hair loose, brunette waves spilling over her shoulders, and she had killer legs. At lay out 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 taradiddle leaking from my back talk and down my chin until it hung, suspended for several heartbeats and then fell to the level.

"Good boy."

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

"He's very well trained,"she said with a soft chuckle, lifting her center so that she could catch mine in the wall length mirror. Not knowing how to answer, I said aught, staring at her reflection, my face flushed red with embarrassment.

"He knows all sorts of commands."

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

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

"Yes. Please."I whispered, my phonation palpitation 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 telephone set out, so that I could see the screen. On it, I watched recorded telecasting of me preparing myself. Of me stripping, putting on the handcuff, smearing peanut butter on myself… of me chaining myself to the poles.

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

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

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

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

"Stay. goodness boy,"Scarlet told him, scratching between his spike before retrieving the twosome of terminal with only two rings.

"You missed these,"she told me, setting them, one at a fourth dimension, before me and screwing them into the floor like I'd done with the others so that they were several metrical unit in front of me, even with the ace I'd chained myself to.

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

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

"Ever been fucked ?"

This clip, I just didder my head, 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, sensuous, cruel laugh.

"Then this will be a exceptional treat."

She found the keystone for the padlocks and unlatched my articulatio radiocarpea."kneeling down for me, Livvy."I did my best to follow, with her help.

"Right bridge player first, please."

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

"Now the left."

And just like that, I was on my stifle, set 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 see, my eyes going wide as my imagination went into full gear. In this berth, she could stimulate me do either… take up his cock or let him fuck me, and I wouldn't be able-bodied to check her. And it wouldn't be me. It wouldn't be my fault. It was out of my control…

"One more affair, Livvy."She'd found a belt in the secretive. I hadn't really explored it earlier, my eyes only on the prize.

"More for looks than anything else."

She buckled it around my waist, looping the discarded chemical chain from in the first place through closed chain attached to it and then through the centre doughnut on the poles I'd chosen and then snapping them shut.

"You be a good young lady and stay right there for me. It'll give you clock time to suppose about what's to come in. Come, 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 poles bent over, my cunt dripping fluids onto the carpeting, unable to look at myself in the mirror which was now only a few feet in figurehead of me. I stared at the tag dangling from my leash, repeating her words softly.

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

I found myself crying, snag welling up in my eyes. What had I done ? What had my insatiable indigence obtain me into. It was just a fantasy. I never meant for it to actually pass, and yet… it had felt so good. Loki licking me while I was chained in presence of the mirror. His rasping glossa travelling over my thigh, my ass, pushing between my boldness, and then, that electrifying moment when he'd discovered my cunt, how it had felt that first time. I felt so ill-gotten. It was the most tabu 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 lingua pushed between my swollen lips, his cool nose pressing into my button, his slobber coating my second joint.

"Dog slut,"I told my rumination accusingly."You want it, don't you. You don't want to admit it, but you want More, don't you ?"

lacing my lips, I closed my eyes and took a cryptical breath, letting it out slowly, before answering, my voice too unruffled for even me to get wind, but the answer pass as day 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 of meat, his ears perking up when he saw me. scarlet had changed into a comfortable looking robe. Not a hazy pink one like you might tire before going to bed. It was Amytal and glossy and wrapped tightly around her, the tie tight about her shank. The bottom fell almost to mid-thigh. She was holding a glass of wine-coloured in one hand. The early was free.

"As promised, Livvy."

She giggled a lilliputian as she walked Loki around me. Had I not been so nervous, I might ingest too. Instead I simply did my in effect not to pant or moan or pee any other sound that would blockade me further, especially when she stopped in front of me, Loki turned to the side between us, my eyes drawn down between his haunches at the reddish tip protruding from his haired sheath. His cock. I'd seen word-painting, of course, but never up close and personal.

"William Tell Loki he's a thoroughly boy, Livvy. 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 hammer to Scarlet's nerve, then back again and, finally, to Loki's mouth. He looked felicitous, 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 good boy,"I managed, stumbling over the words a little."And thank you for…"I couldn't, not in front of her, at least, but I did anyway."thank for… for using your tongue on my pussy and making me come…"

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

"You're not the first girl Loki has avail, Livvy, although it's been a while since the end one. I'm going to go get comfortable and watch the show. Like I said, he knows all kind of commands."

She took me by surprisal, then, and kissed me, not just a trivial peck on the lips, but a porn wiz kiss, clapper and all. When she was done, I was left breathless while she went over to one of the chairperson flanking the closet, pulling it out so she'd have a effective view of me. Of us. I watched her lift her glass to her lips and subscribe to a pocket-sized sip before setting it down on one second joint, finger's breadth cupping the bowl, her locution, aegir.

"Loki. Kiss."

I let out a jump gasp, surprised as Loki stepped forward and started licking my face. He wasn't gentle, either, as he lapped away, his tongue wet with slobber. I even giggled as little at his patent joy in ‘ kissing'me. It was kind of gross and kind of fun and… I found myself unexpectedly aroused by it.

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

I opened my mouth to object, which he took as an invitation to put his tongue inside of it. Again, he wasn't gentle, but he wasn't hurting me. His breathing spell didn't stink, thankfully, like I thought it might. If fact, I could detect goober butter and slit as he kissed me.

"Kiss. Him. binding, slut,"orange red repeated, making it legal like an order. I obeyed, hesitantly at low, simply sticking my tongue out and letting him lick it, doing my adept not to pull my foreland back when he got his tongue in my mouth.

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

When put that way, I did my secure, both to please her and to please Loki. It was probationary at first, but I started to actually conceive of him as my buff. After all, he'd licked my puss and made me do earlier and I was pretty sure Scarlet was going to take in him bang me before the eventide was over. Soon, I was licking his clapper while he licked mine, my mouth, my brass, and mentum. He wasn't exactly refined, but he was enthusiastic. I started to lose myself a trivial, feeling my teat hardening both due to anticipation and the so very incorrectness of what I was doing, making out with a dog.

I spared a coup d'oeil over at vermilion. 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 eye and smiled, then bared her teeth and ran the tip of her lingua along the edges. Shivering, I went back to kissing Loki, occasionally pulling at the poles that secured my wrists to no avail.

By the clock time she gave the succeeding command, my cheek was dripping wet. So was my pussy.

"Loki. Pussy."

Loki abandoned me responding to his owner's command immediately. I swear I could get a line an eager rumble in his bureau as he circled around behind me, his fur brushing against my hip at one peak. vermilion laughed when I let out a moan at that childlike contact.

"Someone's turned on."

My only response was a falter moan as I felt his chief pushing between my parted thighs and his eager hot hint heating up my cunt. I moaned even louder when he began using his glossa to lap up my juices. Unable to help myself, I did my best to push myself back, closer, wanting to feel his tongue inside of me again.

"Oh, god,"I gasped, and then sighed as he found my swollen and sensitive button. In just a few minute he had me on the verge of coming again. I could experience the heat rushing through me, my pulse rate pounding as I felt myself getting closer and closer…

"Loki. Sit."

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

"poor thing,"Scarlet teased, my suffering obvious."William Tell me what you want and maybe I'll give it to you."

I turned my pass towards her. She'd pulled open her robe, giving me a partial view of her mammilla. The pap I could see was as swollen and cunt as mine were. As she caught me staring, she slowly uncrossed her pegleg to reveal a nicely trimmed landing slip above her pretty knock pussycat.

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

She picked up her phone and played with it until the blind behind me lit up. I couldn't see it, but I could see the images 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 tempestuous. Or scared. Instead all I could feel was hunger as I watched her dog fluff me with his tongue. It was obvious I was enjoying it, too.



"Loki. Nipples."

I didn't even have a fortune to registrar the wrangle before he made a short leap over my calf and stuck his drumhead under my set aside body, his glossa warm and wet against the side of my tit, every once in a while brushing my pap and then concentrating on my strong nub until I began to wriggle helplessly, begging him to quit, her to make him stop. He nipped my breast with his teeth and I let out a breathless scream.

"He wants you to outride still, Livvy. Don't fight him or he'll start getting boisterous. Or maybe you'd like that. A nip here and there. Your breast. Your mammilla. Your tender minuscule snatch. I don't think he'd break the peel, but I can't do any promises."

"Fuck fuck fuck,"I replied, panting as he gave me a recess, and trotted to the other side, pausing to give my face a lick. He started again, slobbering as he assaulted my former mammilla, driving me, again, closer and tight to ecstasy, but never close enough.

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

Unable to talk, I shook my head stubbornly. I wouldn't dedicate her the satisfaction of knowing how much I did want that. At to the lowest degree right now I did.

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

Again, I was tacit. I could have protested to my centre's content, but It didn't alteration the facts. She was right. Before, it had just been a longing, a deeply seat fantasy. Now ? Now I knew I wouldn't be capable to experience just this once. I was hooked.

"Now It's your turn, Livvy. I want you to register Loki how a good deal you appreciate him. Loki. Blowjob."

It took me a few minutes to figure 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 program line was really meant for me. She wanted me to blow him.

"I can't,"I whimpered, getting a good looking 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 manus on my shoulder blade, giving me a good up close prospect of his peter, which seemed to be growing great by the 2d. I gripped the Pole, anchoring myself, fascinated by the passel.

Scarlet replied with a garish chuckle, and no more, while Loki let out what I hoped was a playful growling as he started to walk his paws slowly forward, seeming to sleep together what he was doing. Pretty soon, I got my first really trade good up-close and personal looking at a dog's penis.

It was variety of Weird. The head was kind of flat with a form of tip on it. other than that, it wasn't terribly unlike than a man prick, although it obviously wasn't. And now, it was stuffy enough that, if I stuck my tongue out…

I licked him. He was already oozing precum. It wasn't much different than a guy's. Salty, slick, only it was different. It wasn't a guy ’, it was a High German Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr.'s…

"That wasn't so bad, was it, Livvy. Don't try to take up him yet. Just buss it. beleaguer his tip with your tongue."

I let out a indulgent whimper as I stretched myself forward and kissed the tip of his stopcock, my tongue playing over the Weird shaped tip, sucking my breath in as he pushed forward, forcing me to consider about an inch or so of it in my mouth. God, I wanted badly to reach between my legs and jot myself or maybe just jam my finger into my soaking wet pussy and fuck myself as hard and as fast as I could. Instead, I explored his dick with my back talk, taking a little More of it, using my tongue to tantalise and tickle, since, by the sounds he was making, he liked it. I did too. It was so dirty. I was so dirty. He moved a little forward, his claws rough against my bare peel. I didn't daring complain, though. Besides, my mouth was busy. I mostly licked him while he was in my mouth. I felt him twitch a duad of times and it wasn't look before I had saliva and precum dripping from the corners of my backtalk.

"Loki. Sit."

I let out a groan as he pushed himself of my back, his nipper scraping against my shoulders, scratching me.

"piece of ass,"I groaned in response as he sat suddenly on his haunches, glossa lolling out as his attention went back and Forth between me and vermilion, wanting to obey his proprietor 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 oral fissure, kissing and licking and sucking it. She bent over to pet his head, and then she did the same to mine, scratching me playfully behind one ear.



"Would you like to stop now ? We can, if you'd like. It's your last chance to back out, little dog slut."ew

Breathing heavily, I weighed my options. Maybe this was all a mistake. Would I regret it afterwards ? While she didn't say the words, I knew what would bump if we continued. She'd let him bonk me. He'd stick his pecker inside of me and use me as his gripe. He'd probably knot me and take me with his cum and I'd have crossed a telephone 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 hazard. 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 trench inside of me, something dark, maybe, or maybe not, but certainly, something much too powerful for me to deny.

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

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

Her smile was brutal, but sympathetic as well. She understood, all too well, what was driving me. She knelt, then, directly in front of me, and kissed me softly on the backtalk, her tongue pushing past my backtalk and sliding along my spit while she cupped one of my bosom and teased my nipple with her thumbnail before leaning back again, staring expectantly at me.

"Tell me."

"I want him to have it off me."

It was barely a voicelessness, but it was loud enough for her to hear.

"Again, Livvy. Tell me."

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

"I want Loki to fuck me, Scarlet. I want him to bind his cock in my cunt and use me like a bitch. I want to feel his grayback and I want him to meet me up with his cum…"

"good girl,"she told me, and then, my fate decided, she gave Loki another command.

"Loki. Mate."

My heart skipped a beat as I watched the beast, the dog, Loki, thrust off his rachis wooden leg and, arse wagging, trot past me, while Scarlet went back to her chair, disrobing as she sat, leaving me an interrupted sight of the mirror in movement of me and of her, naked, her legs cattle farm as she leaned back and watched her dog mount me, hopping up on his hindlegs, his straw man legs around my waist, holding tight as we began to thrust himself. I felt his cock hitting the back of my thigh and then my left impertinence, then my right.



"His aim is not always perfect. You probably don't want him in your ass. At to the lowest degree not the firstly time. guessing we'll see what happens."

A sensation of bully ignominy washed over me. shame and chagrin 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 adequate. And then, he got his tool in me, thrusting deep with a triumphant bark. After that, it felt like a jackhammer against my backside as he started pounding me with no attentiveness for my puff, his cock swelling up inside my pissed pussy. I let out a flashy moan.

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

After that it it became all about me. Me and Loki. He kept at it, driving his cock into me without seeming to tired. I started to palpate a climax coming on, the strong-arm sense as well as the recognition that I was being fucked by a dog while it's owner watched was too a good deal. 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 Saame orgasm. I was too lost in ecstasy to tell. I felt his prick growing inside of me, pushing apart my wall as he knotted me and I came a third time, tears leaking from my eye, my mouth hanging open, tarradiddle running past times my lips and dripping from my chin.

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

"He's coming inside of me,"I gasped, my body overloaded with intense pleasure as an even warm wave of XTC washed over me. She shot his cargo a third time and then seemed to relax a little. 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 pecker still lodged in my pussy, his ass against mine.

I heard another speech sound. Soft applause as Scarlet clapped her hired man slowly together.

"That was so fucking hot, Livvy. Glad I was able to register the stallion thing."

I blushed hard, my face burning as I looked away from her, staring, once again, at the mirror and my canine lover who, for the present moment, was content to stand there, his prick embedded in me…

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

"Hanging my straits, I just hung there, too spent to move, until vermilion took pathos and released me from my bonds so that I could settle to the floor and lay on the soaked carpeting. I think I cried a bit while she ran her hands over me, soothing me with her contact and with her words, calling me a good young woman and dog fucker and a adulteress and… I lost track after a while.

"So ?"she eventually asked. I wasn't sure as shooting how to answer her. God, it had been beyond my waste pipe dream and, at the Lapplander 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 capable to forget this. Ever. Nor would it be a one time thing. Already I was thinking of the following sentence, wondering when that might be. With Loki again ? While Scarlet watched ? Or maybe schoolma'am would be there next sentence ? And who else did she know who had a dog. Or domestic dog.

Right now, though, all I could do was lay there and revel her spot as it grew ever more sensual and then sexual, her finger teasing me slowly towards another orgasm.

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

"I thought you might. Loki. Pussy. ”