It was something I'd noticed once, just in passing. At a political party at Scarlet's house. A couple of sturdy looking magnetic pole in one of the Edgar Albert Guest rooms. Normally, the threshold was closed, but that one time. They were about three feet high and place about 3 or 4 base apart, rising up from the level in figurehead of a prominent mirror on the wall. I couldn't have seen them if I had just walked by, but, rum, I'd gone in for a min or two. I hadn't really thought too much about them, but every once in a patch, the image reasserted itself in my brain, and began to create a scenario around it, one that, as time went by, got more and more… elaborate and detailed.

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

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

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

"Yes, but if I leave now, I can spend a lilliputian 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 opine. At that instant, it was all about helping out my schoolmistress so that she could have a relaxing night in with her boyfriend. It was only after we'd hung up that it became something else. Something much less selfless.

"Would you mind, kitten ?"

"Not at all,"I told her, practically purring at her use of the pet name. It wasn't a lie. I loved being able to do simple minuscule chore for her, even the most humble. It felt good and it kept me in her good graces as an contribute bonus.

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

"Love you too, mistress,"I told her and that was that. Or it would ingest been, only I choose that moment to remember the poles and, without meaning too, I began to forge a plan that had nothing to do with what Mistress Ilse had asked of me…

Loki, a very handsome German Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr., had met me at the doorway, eager for company. As my Mistress had said, he was well-behaved and friendly. While I did my best to act casual, my heart was pounding in my chest so hard that I could feel it against my costa and I was a little breathless and a bit dizzy as I closed and locked the room access behind me.

Setting down my back pack, I played with him a bit, petting him, scratching behind his ears, called him a dependable boy, and all that. He looked like he needed a bit more than that, so we ended up going out back so I could give a tennis ball for him. He loved playing fetch, apparently, so we did that until he decided that it was time to stop. Giving him a osculation on the nose ( which re-ignited my heart once more ) I topped off his food bowl and changed his water and then left him to do whatever it is that he did while his possessor was away.

time for me to put my programme into action, knowing that it was bad and that it might not sour out as I'd envisioned, but that it was worth the danger. Fetching my backpack, I made my way to the room that I'd remembered. As usual, the room access was closed securely. None of the other threshold in the house were, only this one. I took a moment to marvel about that, and then put it out of my head, opening it up and entering. While the mirror was still there, exactly as I remembered it, the Pole weren't. A stab of letdown went through me as I walked over to stick out before the tall contemplative device and made a boldness at myself in it. So much for that. And then, I noticed the lowly while in the carpeting 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 phone and saw that they were threaded so that you could screw something into the floor.

Now I was on a quest. I should mention that the mirror wasn't the only thing in the room. On the wall behind it hung a sound size bland screen tv. A small desk was against the wall to the right, facing a windowpane to the back yard, so that it was the firstly affair most multitude saw when entering the room, and against the opposition wall were a duet of plush looking chairperson to either side of sliding doorway - presumably, a closet. If they were in here, they'd be in there. First, though, I closed the blinds, making for certain that no one could see in. The slats created sufficiency ambient light so that I didn't need to rick the lights on, so I simply left them off. And then, I went to the loo, fingerbreadth 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 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 a great deal, I'd chicken out. abuse one. Undress.

I'd come over in a pair of shorts, a tee, and a hoodie. Having already left my sneakers by the back room access, it didn't take me long to disgorge everything, including my bra and my pantie ( which were embarrassingly damp at this stage - in fact, I was leaking pretty heavily in anticipation ). I folded them all, taking my time, edging myself, in a way, with the anticipation of what I hoped would happen.

I paused, savoring the feeling of being naked in mortal's sign I hardly knew. Glancing at the clock, I noticed it was close to 3. scarlet would be home around 9, Mistress had said. stack of time. Going back to the closet, I examined the celestial pole. There were, in all, three band, all about four human foot tall. Curious, I took a closer look. One set had time slot running up each magnetic pole, with a distich of alloy doughnut set into it. Kneeling, discovered that it worked form of like a lead, where you could run the ring up and down the mob up and down the entire length of the pole. Interesting.

The second had a bushel ringing at the bottom of the celestial 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 quiet alloy. It was cool to the touch and polished so that I could see my bleary expression in it, my boob rising and falling lewdly with each quickening breather. God, I wanted to touch myself, maybe even lay down myself fall, but I resisted. There's plenty of fourth dimension for that later, I told myself.

The third gear was much the like, only it had a third set of rings at about the centre. I toyed with the idea of using the one with the mobile attachments, but, in the end, I chose the hold out one.

As I suspected, it had a prison guard set into the home so that it could be easily set into the trading floor. It took me two endeavor to get it right - the first base 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 assistance myself. I stood close to the pole, legs bed cover wide as I observed my manifestation in the mirror, and began to rub myself up and down on it, smearing the metal with my juices, letting out a little moan as I started to get out of control as I tried to concentrate on the lewd image in the looking deoxyephedrine. 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 binding over to the desk, set it down on the floor, tossed the cushion to one side of meat and took a seat on the wood surface. Closing my eyes, I did my best to calm myself a small, but it was nearly impossible, so I gave up. God, I was leaking all over the can already. That would sustain been hard to explicate if I'd left the cushion.

I glanced at the clock again. tidy sum of time, but now I was too eager to get started not to hurry myself along. I started with the cuffs, placing them on the surface of the desk in a neat and orderly manner. A twosome for my wrists and one for my mortise joint. They were leather. A couple of silver warp would secure them. A one metal hoop was on the opponent side so that you could fix a roach or a chain.

A collar. Not my usual one, the one that I always wore in Mistress's mien, but a duncish leather one with a unity buckle and a ring to attach, presumably, a triplet. It was and actual dog collar, purchased at a pet memory board. I'd also picked out a tag for it and used one of those machines they have to engrave my name, or the one I use when I'm having these form of fantasies - Livvy. And, on the former 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 public lecture myself out of this. It would start the transformation. My fingers were a minuscule wobbly as I buckled it around my throat. I stood a moment, and went over to the mirror and adjusted it a minuscule. God, my tit where hard and I could see the shine of my twat juices on the insides of my thighs. Once again, I decided to leave them there and not stir myself. It was hard. Almost unacceptable, but I managed to simply sit down at the desk again and stay on unpacking.

Next came four short 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 picayune sick for a moment so I took a minute to simply close my eyes and try to slow my ventilation. I could find heat spreading all over my body, heating system and arousal - it was almost enough to eclipse the fearfulness and the disgrace that burned within me as well, know that I was sure I was going to be through with my plan.

A apparel came side by side. I guess you could promise it a cocktail frock. It was black and made of trend stuff. Had I worn in in public, I'd be arrested. It was also incredibly unawares. Standing up it would cover my kitty-cat and most of my ass. Just barely, though. Thin shoulder strap would restrain it from sliding down. I would accent my light nature rather than diminish it.

lastly thing. A jar of goober butter. That was the most important point, despite it being the least obvious. Taking a thick breath, I began. With one human foot on the desk, I wrapped a turnup around my right ankle, buckling it securely, and then did the Same with my left hand. Then the Lapp with my wrist handlock. After that, I slipped my dress on and, once again, admired myself in forepart of the mirror. I looked like what I was. A slut.

"A dog slut,"I whispered, licking my lips with prevision for what I hoped would happen.

I went back to the desk and grabbed the groundnut butter, unscrewing the top, then stood before my contemplation again, watching at the girl sunk a duad of finger into the ja and began to smear it on her dead body - on my organic structure. On the insides of my thighs, on my ass cheeks, on my cumulation, and then, more daringly, on my twat rim, between my cheeks, my asshole, my clitoris and as much as I could promote into my dripping wet puss.

Replacing the cap, I moved between the magnetic pole, trancelike. It really did experience like I was hypnotized, like I was watching myself do this, unable to put a stop to it. kickoff, I put the keys to my ankle manacle and the cuff on my left wrist on a keyring, which I attached to my taking into custody.

I took one length of string and fed it through the ring at the base of the Pole before securing both ends on the ring of my cuff, following suit on the other face, forcing my stage to broadcast a couple of feet apart. It would be uncomfortable, but manageable. Then I did the same with the manacle on my allow for wrist joint, attaching it to the ring at the top of the pole.

The flop wrist would be tricky, but it was significant that I did it right so that I could miss when the metre came. It wouldn't be easy, but I'd give myself plenty of time, and I'd taken the precaution of setting the alarm clock on my phone for 6. Ilse had said J would be home at 9. Even if she was a little in the first place, I would be long gone by the time she got home, with no estimate what had transpired here.

Carefully, she slipped the Sir Ernst Boris Chain through the ring on her turnup, and then through the one on the rod, the lock already hooked through the end link on one end. It took a torment amount of sentence, and she almost dropped it a couple of sentence, but, eventually, she was able to secure the end links together, the key still inside the padlock. It would select effort, but she was confident that she'd left enough squirm room to free herself when the timer went off.

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

"Like a dog slut,"she repeated."I am a smutty little slut who wants to lie with blackguard. And maybe buck, the amended, blushing furiously at that admittance, even though there was no one to take heed her almost silent 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 home, unsure now if she wanted to see this through. A glance at her phone told her that a little over a half minute had gone by since she'd chained herself to the poles.

"Fifteen more arcminute,"she told herself,"and then…"

She felt a stab of dashing hopes after half of that had gone by, followed by a jar of affright as a mild doggerel caught her attention, followed by the soft 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 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 goody for you."

I felt my stomach clench, followed by my pussy, felt the trickle curriculum vitae, making its way down the inside of my justly second joint. 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 oral cavity and licking the peanut butter I'd smeared on my physique once, than twice, his spit wet and rough as it sent shivers of manic sexual desire up and down my thorn and deep into my core.

"Fuck,"I whimpered, and then began to moan as he went after his treat in earnest. Apparently goober butter was the right alternative. He seemed to like it, or maybe it was the discernment and flavor of my overheating cunt, or maybe he just into bitches - not girls, bitches - cause that is all that I am right now. I went from being a dog slut to Loki's bellyache the indorsement 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 consider calmly, I might take in been freaked out. As it was, all I could do was suppose about him licking me, about how his tongue would feel in my cunt or my asshole. About how intemperate I would cum and how often. About what would pass 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 feel his putz sinking into my cunt as he claimed me, feel him fucking me a like a jackass hammer, his knot swelling inside my hole, locking us together just before he floods me with his doggy cum. I wanted to sense 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 effigy of the fille chained between two alloy Pole while being licked by a High German Alan Shepard.

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

"That's it, Loki. Get it all. There's more, lots more, just preserve looking,"I managed, mostly just babbling whatever came to mind, some of it incoherently, adding the occasional ‘ ripe 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 give up. 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 while to registrar that I was watching myself, not some nasty dog porn video.

"Fuck,"I gasped, feeling his clapper brush against my puss sass, and then again. I stated at my image, my stage spread, my arms banquet, drool running down my chin and dripping into my tits, my aching nipples swollen, my boob bouncing, his neb between my branch, his tongue extending…

"Fuck."This time I almost shouted, startling him as I suddenly went over the boundary, an coming wracking through my body. I caught sight of myself briefly, set over as very much as I could, his spit slurping up and down my pussy, between my turgid sass, parting them…

When I could see straight again, the image had shifted. This time Loki was before me, his neb pushing into my kitty-cat. All I could do was watch, encouraging him with more ‘ practiced boys'and ‘ make your bitch occur'and whatever else came to beware. It was so much nastier than any of the zoo videos I'd watched in secret, 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, have a go at it your squawk with your tongue. Make me come, good doggie, deeply, Loki, deeper."

I watched myself, ineffective to tear my middle away from the mirror, as I came again, his clapper brushing roughly over my clit, moaning and sobbing and begging him to save going. I was so intent on watching, that it took me several moments, very long here and now during which I thought my heart would burst from my chest, to notice that Ilse's friend, Scarlet, whose house I was in, whose dog was meddling pushing his tongue deep into my bitch, was standing to my left, 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 situation, unable to think straight, the end effect being that the key I'd left in the padlock was shaken destitute, falling to the floor where there was no way I could get to it.

"So nasty,"Loki's owner said, shaking her principal."Letting my dog at your unsportsmanlike short cunt. What a nasty niggling whore."

I shook my foreland, trying to explain myself but unable to get more than a few Logos out before another coming hit me. I managed to grab at the poles so I wouldn't crash, barely registering her words as she came closer.

"Ilse let me cognise 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 nice gag, one that sent shivered up and down my spine. rich people and sensuous and cruel.

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

She was quondam than me by about ten years, but she didn't smell it. She was slender and fit, and wore her hair unloosen, brunette waving spilling over her berm, and she had killer legs. At give she was dressed casually in a dame and a blouse.

"Loki. Sit,"she commanded briskly and just like that, he sat, leaving me trembling, a chain of taradiddle leaking from my lip and down my Kuki until it hung, suspended for several beat and then fell to the level.

"goodness boy."

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

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

"He knows all form of commands."

I gasped as I felt her fingers brushing against the face of my ass, than trailing along my hip off-white, and along my wing 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 shaking as she turned it over, shaking her nous 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 speech sound out, so that I could see the blind. On it, I watched recorded video of me preparing myself. Of me stripping, putting on the cuffs, smearing peanut butter on myself… of me chaining myself to the poles.

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

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

"I'm going to observe as this plays out, although I think I'm going to relieve oneself some variety before I let Loki enjoy himself some more."

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

"stoppage. Good boy,"scarlet told him, scratching between his auricle before retrieving the twosome of poles with only two rings.

"You missed these,"she told me, setting them, one at a prison term, before me and screwing them into the floor like I'd done with the others so that they were several feet in front of me, even with the single 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 clip, I just shook my head, and then, very softly made my confession."Until now, I'd never… done anything with… a dog. It was all just a fancy. 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 limited treat."

She found the keys for the padlocks and unlocked my carpus."kneel down for me, Livvy."I did my best to comply, with her assistant.

"Right hand first, please."

I held my rightfulness manus up so that she could pull it towards the early pole, locking my manacle directly to it.

"Now the left."

And just like that, I was on my knees, set over, my weapons system 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.

"Fuck,"I breathed, too tranquility for her to hear, my eyes going spacious as my imagination went into full phase of the moon gear. In this placement, she could make me do either… go down on his cock or let him fuck me, and I wouldn't be able to blockade her. And it wouldn't be me. It wouldn't be my geological fault. It was out of my control…

"One to a greater extent thing, Livvy."She'd found a belt in the near. I hadn't really explored it earlier, my eyes only on the prize.

"Thomas More for tone than anything else."

She buckled it around my waistline, looping the discard chains from early through halo attached to it and then through the heart halo on the pole I'd chosen and then snapping them shut.

"You be a good girl and stay put right there for me. It'll give you clip to think about what's to come. 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 knack over, my slit dripping fluids onto the carpeting, unable to look at myself in the mirror which was now only a few substructure in front of me. I stared at the tag dangling from my apprehension, repeating her countersign softly.

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

I found myself crying, snag welling up in my middle. What had I done ? What had my insatiable need dumbfound me into. It was just a fantasy. I never meant for it to actually bump, and yet… it had felt so dependable. Loki licking me while I was chained in front of the mirror. His bumpy tongue travel over my thigh, my ass, pushing between my face, and then, that electrifying moment when he'd discovered my pussy, how it had felt that showtime time. I felt so unsportsmanlike. It was the most taboos of taboo 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 derive again with his spit pushed between my puff up brim, his cool nose pressing into my clitoris, his slobber coating my thighs.

"Dog jade,"I told my musing accusingly."You want it, don't you. You don't want to let in it, but you want More, don't you ?"

Licking my lips, I closed my center and took a deep breather, letting it out slowly, before answering, my voice too quiet for even me to hear, but the resolution clear as daylight 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 XX minute at most. When she returned, Loki was at her side, his pinna perking up when he saw me. Scarlet had changed into a comfy looking robe. Not a fuzzy 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 glass of wine in one hired man. The other was free.

"As promised, Livvy."

She giggled a piffling as she walked Loki around me. Had I not been so nervous, I might get too. Instead I simply did my best not to pant or moan or make any former sound that would embarrass me further, especially when she stopped in movement of me, Loki turned to the side of meat between us, my eyes drawn down between his haunches at the reddish tip protruding from his hairy cocktail dress. His cock. I'd seen pictures, of course, but never up close and personal.

"William Tell Loki he's a salutary boy, Livvy. William Tell him how much you liked him licking your wet trivial kitty-cat. Tell him how nice he made you come."

I swallowed, lifting my gaze from his stopcock to scarlet's face, 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 clapper on my pussy and making me come…"

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

"You're not the first fille Loki has service, Livvy, although it's been a piece since the in conclusion one. I'm going to go get comfy and find out the display. Like I said, he knows all sorts of commands."

She took me by surprise, then, and kissed me, not just a little peck on the lips, but a porn star kiss, tongue and all. When she was done, I was left breathless while she went over to one of the chairman flanking the W.C., pulling it out so she'd have a good view of me. Of us. I watched her lift her chicken feed to her lips and hold a small sip before setting it down on one second joint, fingers cupping the bowl, her expression, eager.

"Loki. Kiss."

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

"stick your natural language out, Livvy. buss him back."

I opened my backtalk 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 earthnut butter and snatch as he kissed me.

"Kiss. Him. rachis, slut,"orange red repeated, making it sound like an parliamentary law. I obeyed, hesitantly at first, simply sticking my clapper out and letting him lick it, doing my topper not to pull my head back when he got his lingua in my mouth.

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

When put that way, I did my C. H. Best, both to please her and to please Loki. It was doubtful at first, but I started to actually think of him as my lover. After all, he'd licked my puss and made me come earlier and I was pretty sure scarlet was going to have him fuck me before the evening was over. Soon, I was licking his lingua while he licked mine, my mouth, my boldness, and Kuki. He wasn't exactly refined, but he was enthusiastic. I started to lose myself a slight, feeling my mamilla hardening both due to prevision and the so very incorrectness of what I was doing, making out with a dog.

I spared a glance over at orange red. She'd untied her robe, but it was still closed, and was taking a sip from her wine-colored as she watched us. She caught my eyes and smiled, then bared her teeth and ran the tip of her natural language along the edges. Shivering, I went back to kissing Loki, occasionally pulling at the poles that secured my wrists to no avail.

By the time she gave the next command, my face was dripping wet. So was my pussy.

"Loki. Pussy."

Loki abandoned me responding to his possessor's command immediately. I swear I could hear an tidal bore grumble in his chest as he circled around behind me, his fur brushing against my hip at one point. orange red laughed when I let out a groan at that childlike contact.

"Someone's turned on."

My only response was a stammer moan as I felt his head pushing between my parted thigh and his eagre hot hint heating up my cunt. I moaned even louder when he began using his tongue to lap up my succus. ineffective to help myself, I did my best to fight 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 sore clitoris. In just a few minute he had me on the verge of coming again. I could feel the heat rushing through me, my pulse rate pounding as I felt myself getting closer and closer…

"Loki. Sit."

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

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

I turned my heading towards her. She'd pulled open her gown, giving me a partial survey of her pap. The pap I could see was as swollen and pussy as mine were. As she caught me staring, she slowly uncrossed her legs to reveal a nicely trimmed landing strip above her pretty pink slit.

"While you're cooling down a trivial, you should watch over this."

She picked up her earphone and played with it until the screen 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 hold been embarrassed and humiliated, maybe even raging. Or scared. Instead all I could find was lust as I watched her dog tantalise me with his tongue. It was obvious I was enjoying it, too.



"Loki. Nipples."

I didn't even have a chance to registrar the quarrel before he made a unforesightful bound over my calfskin and stuck his drumhead under my suspend consistency, his tongue warm and wet against the side of my tit, every once in a patch brushing my pap and then concentrating on my hard nub until I began to writhe helplessly, begging him to stop, her to spend a penny him intercept. He nipped my boob with his teeth and I let out a breathless scream.

"He wants you to last out still, Livvy. Don't fight him or he'll offset getting approximative. Or maybe you'd like that. A nip here and there. Your titmouse. Your nipples. Your cutter trivial pussy. I don't think he'd break the pelt, but I can't defecate any promises."

"screwing fuck fuck,"I replied, panting as he gave me a abatement, and trotted to the early side, pausing to give my face a slug. He started again, slobbering as he assaulted my early nipple, driving me, again, close-fitting and closer to ecstasy, but never close enough.

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

Unable to speak, I shook my head word stubbornly. I wouldn't give her the atonement of knowing how much I did require that. At least right now I did.

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

Again, I was soundless. I could accept protested to my heart's substance, but It didn't change the facts. She was right. Before, it had just been a hungriness, a deep seated fantasy. Now ? Now I knew I wouldn't be able to experience just this once. I was hooked.

"Now It's your turn, Livvy. I want you to show Loki how often you appreciate him. Loki. Blowjob."

It took me a few arcminute to figure the new command. In fact, it took some prompting on Scarlet's character before I understood what she, and her dog, expected of me. The instruction was really meant for me. She wanted me to fluff him.

"I can't,"I whimpered, getting a good flavour at his bright red cock as it extended five or six in from his cocktail dress, bobbing up and down beneath his belly as he raised his forelegs and set his paws on my articulatio humeri vane, giving me a dear up snug position of his tool, which seemed to be growing freehanded by the instant. I gripped the poles, anchoring myself, fascinated by the slew.

Scarlet replied with a loud chuckle, and no Thomas More, while Loki let out what I hoped was a playful growl as he started to walk his manus slowly forward, seeming to roll in the hay what he was doing. Pretty soon, I got my first really practiced up-close and personal look at a dog's penis.

It was sort of Wyrd. The head was sort of flat with a sort of tip on it. Other than that, it wasn't terribly different than a man pecker, although it obviously wasn't. And now, it was close enough that, if I stuck my tongue out…

I licked him. He was already oozing precum. It wasn't much dissimilar than a guy's. Salty, slip, 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 snog it. tantalise his tip with your tongue."

I let out a soft whine as I stretched myself forward and kissed the tip of his prick, my clapper playacting over the Wyrd shaped tip, sucking my hint in as he pushed forward, forcing me to direct about an inch or so of it in my mouth. God, I wanted badly to strain between my legs and bear upon myself or maybe just jam my fingers into my soaking wet snatch and fuck myself as hard and as fast as I could. Instead, I explored his cock with my backtalk, taking a piddling More of it, using my tongue to tease and vellicate, since, by the sounds he was making, he liked it. I did too. It was so filthy. I was so marked-up. He moved a lilliputian forward, his claws rough against my bare skin. I didn't dare complain, though. Besides, my mouth was busy. I mostly licked him while he was in my oral fissure. I felt him jerk a brace of times and it wasn't looking before I had saliva and precum dripping from the corners of my mouth.

"Loki. Sit."

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

"Fuck,"I groaned in answer as he sat suddenly on his haunches, spit lolling out as his care went back and Forth River between me and Scarlet, wanting to obey his possessor 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 hammer in my mouth, 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 conclusion chance to indorse out, fiddling dog slut."ew

Breathing heavily, I weighed my options. Maybe this was all a error. Would I repent it afterwards ? While she didn't say the Word of God, I knew what would happen if we continued. She'd let him fuck me. He'd stay his rooster inside of me and use me as his beef. He'd probably knot me and meet me with his cum and I'd have crossed a billet 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 fortune. I could, but then, again, I couldn't, not because she wouldn't honor her offer, but because something inside me needed this to come about. Something mystifying interior of me, something dark, maybe, or maybe not, but certainly, something much too potent 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 cruel, 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 rima oris, her tongue pushing past my back talk and sliding along my tongue while she cupped one of my knocker and teased my nipple with her thumbnail before leaning back again, staring expectantly at me.

"Tell me."

"I want him to fuck me."

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

"Again, Livvy. William Tell me."

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

"I want Loki to make love me, Scarlet. I want him to dumbfound his cock in my slit and use me like a gripe. I want to feel his gnarl and I want him to fill me up with his cum…"

"commodity daughter,"she told me, and then, my fortune decided, she gave Loki another command.

"Loki. Mate."

My heart skipped a beat as I watched the beast, the dog, Loki, button off his rear legs and, hind end wagging, pony past me, while scarlet went back to her chair, disrobing as she sat, leaving me an interrupted opinion of the mirror in movement of me and of her, defenseless, her legs banquet as she leaned back and watched her dog setting me, hopping up on his hindlegs, his breast legs around my waist, holding tight as we began to lunge himself. I felt his peter hitting the back of my thigh and then my left wing cheek, then my right.



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

A horse sense of great pity 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 enough. And then, he got his prick 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 heed for my comfort, his cock swelling up inside my fuddled kitty. I let out a gimcrack moan.

God, he was bumpy, but it felt so good. A quick glance to my left showed Scarlet playing with her own pussy, her legs now over the arms of the electric chair so I could get a ripe look at her. God, she was gorgeous. I'd always thought so, but this was the world-class clip 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 feel a climax coming on, the physical whizz as well as the realization that I was being fucked by a dog while it's owner 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 same orgasm. I was too lost in ecstasy to tell. I felt his cock growing inside of me, pushing apart my wall as he knotted me and I came a thirdly time, binge leaking from my eye, my mouth hanging unresolved, bosh running preceding my sassing and dripping from my chin.

"No, no, no,"I gasped as his gnarl grew inside of me, trapping him inside of me. I felt another climax coming. Close, so closelipped. I just needed something to push me over the edge. I felt his legs tighten suddenly around me and then I felt him pumping his seminal fluid into me. It wasn't like anything I'd ever experienced before. It felt like a warmly jet and there was so much of it. He wasn't even done. I felt another splash of dog cum inside of me, tipping me over the boundary.

"He's coming inside of me,"I gasped, my body overloaded with intense pleasure as an even hard undulation of ecstasy washed over me. She shot his load a tertiary time and then seemed to unbend a little. All I could do was advert there, exhausted, his burl 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 phone. delicate applause as Scarlet clapped her hands slowly together.

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

I blushed hard, my expression burn as I looked away from her, staring, once again, at the mirror and my canine lover who, for the consequence, was content to abide 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 have been a better de***********ion. There was just so much of it.

"wall hanging my chief, I just hung there, too spent to locomote, until Scarlet took pity and released me from my Bond so that I could slump to the floor and lay on the soaked rug. I think I cried a bit while she ran her hands over me, soothing me with her touch and with her words, calling me a good little girl and dog fucker and a loose woman and… I lost track after a while.

"So ?"she eventually asked. I wasn't indisputable how to answer her. God, it had been beyond my wild pipe dream and, at the same time, I wished it had never happened. I knew, suddenly, how Pandora must receive felt when she'd opened up the box. I didn't think I'd be capable to draw a blank this. Ever. Nor would it be a one meter affair. Already I was thinking of the next metre, wondering when that might be. With Loki again ? While scarlet watched ? Or maybe Mistress would be there next time ? And who else did she know who had a dog. Or dog-iron.

rightfulness now, though, all I could do was lay there and enjoy her touch as it grew ever to a greater extent carnal and then sexual, her finger's breadth teasing me slowly towards another orgasm.

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

"I thought you might. Loki. cunt. ”