It was something I'd noticed once, just in passing. At a party at Scarlet's house. A duet of sturdy looking celestial pole in one of the invitee rooms. Normally, the doorway was closed, but that one time. They were about three feet high up and billet about 3 or 4 foot apart, rising up from the flooring 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 moment or two. I hadn't really thought too much about them, but every once in a piece, the paradigm reasserted itself in my head, and began to create a scenario around it, one that, as time went by, got more and more… elaborate and detailed.

Of grade, 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 slut, instead of Rachel. And it would throw stayed that way, except…

"I promised vermilion that I'll stop 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 evening in ?"I asked, checking the time. A little after 1pm.

"Yes, but if I leave now, I can spend a little 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 think. At that present moment, it was all about helping out my kept woman so that she could have a relaxing night in with her fellow. 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 dewy-eyed short task for her, even the most menial. It felt just and it kept me in her commodity graces as an append bonus.

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

"love you too, Mistress,"I told her and that was that. Or it would have been, only I choose that moment to commend the rod and, without meaning too, I began to form a plan that had zilch to do with what Mistress Ilse had asked of me…

Loki, a very big German Shepard, had met me at the doorway, eagre for company. As my fancy woman had said, he was well-behaved and friendly. While I did my skillful to act casual, my nitty-gritty was pounding in my dresser so hard that I could feel it against my ribs and I was a slight breathless and a bit dizzy as I closed and locked the doorway 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 that, so we ended up going out back so I could confuse a tennis Lucille Ball 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 bowl and changed his water supply 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 wild and that it might not wrench out as I'd envisioned, but that it was worth the risk. 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 doors in the house were, only this one. I took a moment to wonder about that, and then put it out of my intellect, opening it up and entering. While the mirror was still there, exactly as I remembered it, the rod weren't. A stab of letdown went through me as I walked over to stand before the tall reflective gimmick and made a face at myself in it. So often for that. And then, I noticed the small patches in the carpeting where there wasn't any rug. 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 trading floor.

Now I was on a quest. I should bring up that the mirror wasn't the only matter in the way. On the bulwark behind it hung a respectable sized prostrate shield tv. A minuscule desk was against the bulwark to the right, facing a windowpane to the back yard, so that it was the first thing most masses saw when entering the room, and against the opposite wall were a dyad of plush looking chairs to either slope of sliding doors - presumably, a closet. If they were in here, they'd be in there. first-class honours degree, though, I closed the subterfuge, making sure that no one could see in. The slats created decent ambient light so that I didn't need to deform the lights 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 more than one pair, giving me a choice, something I didn't expect. Now that I knew I could post out my program, I set it into question, knowing that, if I thought about it too a good deal, I'd chicken out. maltreat one. Undress.

I'd come over in a couple of underdrawers, a tee, and a hoodie. Having already left my gym shoe by the backwards door, it didn't occupy me long to throw off everything, including my bra and my panties ( which were embarrassingly damp at this point - in fact, I was leaking pretty heavily in anticipation ). I folded them all, taking my meter, edging myself, in a way, with the anticipation of what I hoped would happen.

I paused, savoring the tactile sensation of being naked in soul's star sign I hardly knew. Glancing at the clock, I noticed it was secretive to 3. Scarlet would be home around 9, Mistress had said. Plenty of time. Going back to the loo, I examined the celestial pole. There were, in all, three sets, all about four metrical unit tall. Curious, I took a closer look. One set had one-armed bandit running up each pole, with a pair of metal rings set into it. kneel, discovered that it worked variety of like a track, where you could move the ring up and down the rings up and down the entire length of the celestial pole. Interesting.

The minute had a determine gang 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 smooth metal. It was cool to the touch and polished so that I could see my fuzzy contemplation in it, my tits rising and falling lewdly with each quickening intimation. God, I wanted to touch myself, maybe even make myself issue forth, but I resisted. There's plentitude of metre for that later, I told myself.

The tierce was much the Lapp, only it had a third set of rings at about the center. I toyed with the idea of using the one with the mobile adhesion, but, in the end, I chose the last one.

As I suspected, it had a roll in the hay set into the base so that it could be easily set into the flooring. It took me two tries to get it right - the first clock 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 spread wide as I observed my reflection in the mirror, and began to rub myself up and down on it, smearing the metal with my juices, letting out a niggling moan as I started to get out of mastery as I tried to concentrate on the lewd image in the looking glass. nookie, I felt so aphrodisiac. Suddenly, I couldn't take it. I needed to get started with the real adventure. 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 shock absorber to one side and took a butt on the wood surface. Closing my eyes, I did my effective to calm myself a slight, but it was nearly unsufferable, so I gave up. God, I was leaking all over the seat already. That would let 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 speed myself along. I started with the cuffs, placing them on the surface of the desk in a neat and neat style. A distich for my wrists and one for my mortise joint. They were leather. A pair of silver buckles would insure them. A single metallic element ring was on the opposite side so that you could insure a rope or a chain.

A taking into custody. Not my usual one, the one that I always wore in fancy woman's presence, but a thick leather one with a single buckle and a ring to confiscate, presumably, a leash. It was and factual dog collar, purchased at a pet store. I'd also picked out a tag for it and used one of those machine they have to etch my public figure, or the one I use when I'm having these kind of fancy - 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 talk myself out of this. It would initiate the translation. My fingers were a niggling shivering as I buckled it around my throat. I stood a instant, and went over to the mirror and adjusted it a footling. God, my nipples where firmly and I could see the effulgence of my pussy 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 retain unpacking.

Next came four dead 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 little sick for a moment so I took a import to simply fold my center and try to slow my breathing. I could find hotness spreading all over my body, heating plant and arousal - it was almost enough to overshadow the fear and the ignominy that burned within me as well, know that I was certain I was going to come after through with my plan.

A frock came next. I guess you could call it a cocktail dress. It was black and made of slew fabric. Had I worn in in public, I'd be arrested. It was also incredibly short. Standing up it would cover my puss and most of my ass. Just barely, though. Thin straps would sustain it from sliding down. I would accent my wanton nature rather than diminish it.

terminal thing. A jar of peanut vine butter. That was the most important item, despite it being the least obvious. Taking a late breath, I began. With one foot on the desk, I wrapped a cuff around my mighty ankle, buckling it securely, and then did the Lapp with my left. Then the same with my wrist cuffs. After that, I slipped my dress on and, once again, admired myself in strawman of the mirror. I looked like what I was. A jade.

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

I went back to the desk and grabbed the goober butter, unscrewing the top, then stood before my mirror image again, watching at the girl sunk a pair of fingers into the ja and began to smear it on her body - on my body. On the interior of my thigh, on my ass cheeks, on my agglomerate, and then, more daringly, on my purulent lips, between my cheeks, my mother fucker, my clitoris and as much as I could crusade into my dripping wet puss.

Replacing the cap, I moved between the celestial pole, trancelike. It really did finger like I was hypnotized, like I was watching myself do this, unable to put a stop to it. showtime, I put the key to my ankle handcuff and the manacle on my left wrist on a keyring, which I attached to my collar.

I took one duration of Ernst Boris Chain and fed it through the closed chain at the al-Qa'ida of the pole before securing both end on the ring of my cuff, following courting on the other face, forcing my legs to spread a mates of metrical unit apart. It would be uncomfortable, but accomplishable. Then I did the Same with the cuff on my left wrist, attaching it to the ring at the top of the pole.

The mightily radiocarpal joint would be tricky, but it was of import that I did it right so that I could escape when the time came. It wouldn't be easy, but I'd give myself plenty of clock time, and I'd taken the precaution of setting the alarm on my phone for 6. Ilse had said J would be home at 9. Even if she was a lilliputian other, I would be long gone by the time she got home, with no approximation what had transpired here.

Carefully, she slipped the range through the halo on her cuff, and then through the one on the pole, the lock chamber already hooked through the end link on one end. It took a foil amount of prison term, and she almost dropped it a couple of times, but, eventually, she was able-bodied to secure the end links together, the key still inside the padlock. It would take try, but she was positive that she'd left adequate wriggle room to free herself when the timekeeper went off.

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

"Like a dog slut,"she repeated."I am a cruddy little slut who wants to fuck dogs. And maybe sawbuck, the amended, blushing furiously at that admission, even though there was no one to learn her almost mum whisper.

After that, there was nothing to do but waitress, anticipation and frustration making her unquiet, 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 60 minutes had gone by since she'd chained herself to the poles.

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

She felt a knife thrust of disappointment after half of that had gone by, followed by a jar of panic as a indulgent doggerel verse caught her attention, followed by the diffuse chuff of Loki as he strode slowly into the way to inquire. 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 snatch, felt the trickle curriculum vitae, making its way down the inside of my rectify thigh. And then I felt his hot breather on the backrest of my thigh, heard him sniffing softly, apparently liking what he smelled, his natural language slipping out of his mouth and licking the peanut butter I'd smeared on my flesh once, than twice, his tongue wet and rough as it sent shivers of frenzied intimate desire up and down my acantha and deep into my essence.

"screw,"I whimpered, and then began to moan as he went after his delicacy in earnest. Apparently peanut butter was the compensate choice. He seemed to like it, or maybe it was the tasting and sense of smell of my overheating cunt, or maybe he just into bitch - not little girl, gripe - movement that is all that I am right now. I went from being a dog adulteress to Loki's bitch the second his knife slid up the interior of my second joint.

God, it was happening. I was really going through with it. If I had been able to think calmly, I might have been freaked out. As it was, all I could do was reckon about him licking me, about how his tongue would feel in my cunt or my asshole. About how hard I would cum and how often. About what would happen if he tried to ride 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 palpate his cock sinking into my snatch as he claimed me, sense him fucking me a like a jack hammer, his air mile swelling inside my pickle, locking us together just before he floods me with his barker 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 image of the girl chained between two metal pole while being licked by a German Shepard.

And then, I feel his tongue on my ass cheek, finding More of the yummy delicacy, and I start to judder even harder, knowing that I could not cease this, that I didn't want to cease this.

"That's it, Loki. Get it all. There's more, lots more, just keep looking,"I managed, mostly just babbling whatever came to bear in mind, some of it incoherently, adding the occasional ‘ good boy'as boost, not that he needed any. I cried out when he found my bunghole, and he paused, as if wondering if that meant he should halt. I almost broke down sobbing until he decided that the peanut butter was just too scrumptious not to finish it. All this clip I'd been watching myself, too, although it had taken me a while to registrar that I was watching myself, not some awful dog erotica video.

"Fuck,"I gasped, feeling his tongue brush against my cunt back talk, and then again. I stated at my effigy, my legs spread, my arms spread head, drool running down my chin and dripping into my tit, my aching mamilla swollen, my titty bouncing, his snout between my legs, his spit extending…

"Fuck."This prison term I almost shouted, startling him as I suddenly went over the edge, an orgasm wracking through my eubstance. I caught mickle of myself briefly, bent over as lots as I could, his tongue slurping up and down my slit, between my tumescent lips, parting them…

When I could see straight again, the picture had shifted. This sentence Loki was before me, his snout pushing into my kitty. All I could do was watch, encouraging him with more ‘ just son'and ‘ make your beef come'and whatever else came to heed. It was so much nastier than any of the zoo videos I'd watched in unavowed, embarrassed to admit to anyone how lots 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, sleep together your bitch with your tongue. Make me number, good doggie, abstruse, Loki, deeper."

I watched myself, unable to tear my oculus away from the mirror, as I came again, his spit brushing roughly over my clit, moaning and sobbing and begging him to prevent going. I was so intent on observance, that it took me several consequence, very yearn moment during which I thought my affection would bust from my thorax, to find that Ilse's Friend, Scarlet, whose house I was in, whose dog was occupy pushing his tongue deep into my twat, 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 chemical chain that held me in place, unable to think straight, the end resolution being that the key I'd left in the padlock was shaken free, falling to the story where there was no way I could get to it.

"So filthy,"Loki's owner said, shaking her head."Letting my dog at your dirty little pussy. What a nasty slight whore."

I shook my head, trying to explain myself but ineffectual to get more than a few words out before another sexual climax hit me. I managed to grab at the poles so I wouldn't collapse, barely registering her words as she came closer.

"Ilse let me know you'd be dropping by. We both had our suspicion, 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 laugh, one that sent shivered up and down my spine. Rich and sensuous and cruel.

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

She was sure-enough than me by about ten years, but she didn't look it. She was slender and fit, and wore her fuzz loose, brunette waves spilling over her shoulders, and she had killer branch. At portray 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 bosh leaking from my mouth and down my mentum until it hung, suspended for several heartbeats and then fell to the floor.

"Good boy."

She was behind me now, petting the Sam Shepard between the spike fondly, her eyes on him, not on me.

"He's very well trained,"she said with a soft chortle, lifting her eyes so that she could enamour mine in the rampart length mirror. Not knowing how to react, I said nix, staring at her reflection, my grimace flushed red with embarrassment.

"He knows all sorts of commands."

I gasped as I felt her fingerbreadth brushing against the cheek of my ass, than trailing along my hip bone, and along my flank as she moved in front man of me, bending slightly so that she could analyse 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 early side.

"Dog slut."

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

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

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

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

Loki, I noticed, was looking back and forth, his gaze following whomever was talking at the second, his hindquarters thumping happily on the carpeting.

"Stay. commodity boy,"Scarlet told him, scratching between his ear before retrieving the pair of poles with only two rings.

"You missed these,"she told me, setting them, one at a time, 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 1 I'd chained myself to.

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

"What ? No, never,"I admitted, feeling lustfulness that had been somewhat quelled at vermilion's break, rising again inscrutable within.

"Ever been fucked ?"

This clock time, I just didder my headway, 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 robust, sensuous, cruel laugh.

"Then this will be a peculiar treat."

She found the keys for the padlocks and unlocked my wrists."Kneel down for me, Livvy."I did my advantageously to comply, with her help.

"Right hand first, please."

I held my rightfulness 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 eye going wide as my imagery went into full gear. In this lieu, she could make me do either… sop up his cock or let him eff me, and I wouldn't be able to break 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 bang in the closest. I hadn't really explored it earlier, my oculus only on the swag.

"More for flavour than anything else."

She buckled it around my waistline, looping the throwaway chains from earlier through rings attached to it and then through the midsection rings on the Pole I'd chosen and then snapping them shut.

"You be a skilful young lady and rest right there for me. It'll have you sentence to think 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 magnetic pole bent over, my cunt dripping fluids onto the rug, unable to expect at myself in the mirror which was now only a few invertebrate foot in front of me. I stared at the tag suspension from my pinch, repeating her words softly.

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

I found myself crying, bust welling up in my optic. What had I done ? What had my unsatiable need pay off me into. It was just a fantasy. I never meant for it to actually fall out, and yet… it had felt so right. Loki licking me while I was chained in front of the mirror. His boisterous natural language travelling over my thighs, my ass, pushing between my cheeks, and then, that electrifying moment when he'd discovered my cunt, how it had felt that first time. I felt so dirty. It was the most tabu of taboo and yet, if she was here right now with him, I'd be begging for her to let him clobber me some more, desperate to come again with his tongue pushed between my intumesce lips, his assuredness nose pressing into my clitoris, his dribble coating my thighs.

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

beating my lips, I closed my centre and took a oceanic abyss breathing spell, letting it out slowly, before answering, my voice too tranquillize for even me to hear, but the answer clear as daytime in my head.

"Yes. Yes, I want more."

I'm not sure how yearn she left me like that. It seemed like forever, but it was probably more like XV or twenty dollar bill minutes at most. When she returned, Loki was at her side, his capitulum perking up when he saw me. scarlet had changed into a comfortable looking robe. Not a fuzzy pink one like you might have on before going to bed. It was puritanical and glossy 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 deal. The other was free.

"As promised, Livvy."

She giggled a niggling as she walked Loki around me. Had I not been so uneasy, I might consume too. Instead I simply did my effective not to pant or moan or make any other sound that would embarrass me further, especially when she stopped in social movement of me, Loki turned to the slope between us, my eyes drawn down between his haunches at the reddish tip protruding from his hairy sheath. His rooster. I'd seen picture, of grade, but never up close and personal.

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

I swallowed, lifting my gaze from his cock to Scarlet's face, then back again and, finally, to Loki's mouth. He looked happy, his red hanging haphazardly over his blackness back talk. It almost looked like he was grinning at me. It made me marvel if he knew what was coming, and was looking forward to it ?

"You're a just boy,"I managed, stumbling over the Bible 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 movement of me so that our faces were about even.

"You're not the get-go daughter Loki has service, Livvy, although it's been a piece since the last one. I'm going to go get well-off and watch the show. 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 mouth, but a porn star kiss, tongue and all. When she was done, I was left breathless while she went over to one of the professorship flanking the closet, pulling it out so she'd have a good sight of me. Of us. I watched her lift her glass to her lips and withdraw a small sip before setting it down on one thigh, fingers cupping the roll, her expression, aegir.

"Loki. Kiss."

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

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

I opened my sassing to object, which he took as an invitation to put his lingua inside of it. Again, he wasn't gentle, but he wasn't hurting me. His breathing place didn't fetor, thankfully, like I thought it might. If fact, I could observe peanut butter and pussy as he kissed me.

"Kiss. Him. Back, slut,"scarlet repeated, making it effectual like an order. I obeyed, hesitantly at first, simply sticking my knife out and letting him solve it, doing my best not to root for my head back when he got his lingua in my mouth.

"French people him, Livvy. He's not just some stray 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 best, both to delight her and to delight Loki. It was doubtful at first-class honours degree, but I started to actually think of him as my lover. After all, he'd licked my cunt and made me make out earlier and I was pretty sure orange red was going to have him roll in the hay me before the eve was over. Soon, I was licking his tongue while he licked mine, my mouth, my cheeks, and chin. He wasn't exactly refined, but he was enthusiastic. I started to lose myself a footling, feeling my nipples 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 Scarlet. She'd untied her robe, but it was still closed, and was taking a sip from her wine-coloured 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 help.

By the metre she gave the next command, my human 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 grumbling in his chest as he circled around behind me, his fur brushing against my hip at one point. Scarlet laughed when I let out a moan at that wide-eyed contact.

"Someone's turned on."

My only response was a stuttering groan as I felt his read/write head pushing between my parted second joint and his aegir hot breather heating up my pussy. I moaned even louder when he began using his tongue to lap up my juice. unable to avail myself, I did my best to push myself back, closer, wanting to feel his natural language inside of me again.

"Oh, god,"I gasped, and then sighed as he found my swollen and sensitive clitoris. In just a few transactions he had me on the verge of coming again. I could palpate the hotness rushing through me, my impulse throbbing as I felt myself getting closer and closer…

"Loki. Sit."

I wanted to squall in thwarting as he obeyed the control almost immediately, leaving me hanging, teetering on the edge of a massive orgasm, unable to do anything to push myself over.

"Poor matter,"Scarlet teased, my suffering obvious."Tell me what you want and maybe I'll cave in it to you."

I turned my head towards her. She'd pulled clear her robe, giving me a partial thought of her tits. The mammilla I could see was as swell up and puss as mine were. As she caught me staring, she slowly uncrossed her leg to divulge a nicely trimmed landing strip show above her pretty pink slit.

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

She picked up her phone and played with it until the screen behind me lit up. I couldn't see it, but I could see the persona 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 bear been embarrassed and humiliated, maybe even angry. Or scared. Instead all I could feel was luxuria as I watched her dog tease me with his clapper. It was obvious I was enjoying it, too.



"Loki. Nipples."

I didn't even have a chance to registrar the discussion before he made a short leap over my sura and stuck his head under my suspended body, his glossa warm and wet against the side of my tit, every once in a spell brushing my nipple and then concentrating on my hard nub until I began to writhe helplessly, begging him to stop, her to attain him stop. He nipped my breast with his tooth and I let out a breathless scream.

"He wants you to detain still, Livvy. Don't fight him or he'll beginning getting jolty. Or maybe you'd like that. A nip here and there. Your tits. Your nipples. Your tender little pussy. I don't think he'd break the skin, but I can't make any promises."

"piece of ass fuck fucking,"I replied, panting as he gave me a respite, and trotted to the other side, pausing to generate my face a lick. He started again, slobbering as he assaulted my other nipple, driving me, again, closer and skinny to ecstasy, but never close enough.

"You look so bloody 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 utter, I shook my question stubbornly. I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of knowing how much I did want that. At least right now I did.

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

Again, I was tacit. I could have protested to my center's content, but It didn't change the facts. She was right. Before, it had just been a longing, a deep sitting fantasy. Now ? Now I knew I wouldn't be able to live just this once. I was hooked.

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

It took me a few transactions 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 bid was really meant for me. She wanted me to blow him.

"I can't,"I whimpered, getting a beneficial look at his bright red dick as it extended five or six column inch from his sheath, bobbing up and down beneath his belly as he raised his forelegs and set his paws on my shoulder brand, giving me a good up ending vista of his cock, which seemed to be growing bigger by the second. I gripped the poles, anchoring myself, fascinated by the sight.

scarlet replied with a aloud chortle, and no more, while Loki let out what I hoped was a playful growl as he started to walk his paws slowly forward, seeming to fuck what he was doing. Pretty soon, I got my first really good up-close and personal look at a dog's penis.

It was kind of weird. The fountainhead was form of flat with a sort of tip on it. former than that, it wasn't terribly different than a human rooster, although it obviously wasn't. And now, it was close enough that, if I stuck my lingua 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 German Shepard's…

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

I let out a balmy whimper as I stretched myself forward and kissed the tip of his prick, my tongue playing over the weird shaped tip, sucking my breath in as he pushed forward, forcing me to make about an inch or so of it in my mouth. God, I wanted badly to reach between my legs and touching myself or maybe just jam my digit into my soaking wet snatch and have a go at it myself as hard and as fast as I could. Instead, I explored his cock with my oral cavity, taking a little more of it, using my knife to tease and tickle, since, by the sounds he was making, he liked it. I did too. It was so unsportsmanlike. I was so dirty. He moved a slight forward, his claws rough against my bare cutis. I didn't dare complain, though. Besides, my sassing was occupy. I mostly licked him while he was in my mouth. I felt him tweet a pair of times and it wasn't feeling before I had saliva and precum dripping from the corner of my mouth.

"Loki. Sit."

I let out a groan as he pushed himself of my dorsum, his claws scratch against my shoulder joint, scratching me.

"Fuck,"I groaned in reaction as he sat suddenly on his haunches, tongue lolling out as his aid went back and forth between me and Scarlet, wanting to obey his owner while eager to use me as his squawk.

"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 cavity, 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 finis luck to gage out, slight dog slut."ew

Breathing heavily, I weighed my pick. Maybe this was all a error. Would I regret it afterwards ? While she didn't say the words, I knew what would befall if we continued. She'd let him have a go at it me. He'd cohere his cock inside of me and use me as his kick. He'd probably knot me and fill me with his cum and I'd have crossed a 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 pass off. Something cryptic inside of me, something dark, maybe, or maybe not, but certainly, something much too mighty 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 grinning 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 mouth, her tongue pushing past my lips and sliding along my tongue while she cupped one of my tits and teased my mammilla with her thumbnail before leaning back again, staring expectantly at me.

"William Tell me."

"I want him to bang me."

It was barely a whisper, but it was tawdry enough for her to get wind.

"Again, Livvy. Tell me."

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

"I want Loki to get it on me, orange red. I want him to stick his peter in my cunt and use me like a cunt. I want to finger his slub and I want him to take me up with his cum…"

"Good missy,"she told me, and then, my circumstances decided, she gave Loki another command.

"Loki. Mate."

My heart skipped a beat as I watched the animal, the dog, Loki, pushing off his vertebral column ramification and, behind wagging, trot past me, while Scarlet went back to her chairman, disrobing as she sat, leaving me an interrupted view of the mirror in front man of me and of her, defenseless, her legs spread as she leaned back and watched her dog climb me, hopping up on his hindlegs, his forepart wooden leg around my waist, holding tight as we began to thrust himself. I felt his cock hitting the back of my second joint and then my pull up stakes cheek, 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 first clock time. Guess we'll see what happens."

A sense of great 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 triumphal bark. After that, it felt like a jackhammer against my backside as he started pounding me with no regard for my puff, his cock swelling up inside my tight pussy. I let out a loud moan.

God, he was rough, but it felt so right. A quick glance to my left showed Scarlet playing with her own pussy, her legs now over the arms of the chair so I could get a honest flavour 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 turncock into me without seeming to tired. I started to experience a climax coming on, the physical sense impression as well as the realization that I was being fucked by a dog while it's owner watched was too often. 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 Sami climax. I was too lost in cristal to tell. I felt his cock growing inside of me, pushing apart my walls as he knotted me and I came a third time, tear leaking from my eye, my mouth hanging unfastened, drool running yesteryear my backtalk 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 flood tide coming. Close, so snug. 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 semen 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 splash of dog cum inside of me, tipping me over the border.

"He's coming inside of me,"I gasped, my body overloaded with acute joy as an even strong wave of hug drug washed over me. She shot his onus a third sentence and then seemed to slack up a little. All I could do was hang there, exhausted, his Calidris canutus locking us together. Eventually, I felt him shifting. I watched as he variety of stepped over me, turning away, his cock still lodged in my pussy, his ass against mine.

I heard another sound. Soft clapping as Scarlet clapped her custody slowly together.

"That was so fucking hot, Livvy. Glad I was able to record the full thing."

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

Eventually, the swelling went down enough for him to slip out. With the mi 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 pass, I just hung there, too spent to make a motion, until Scarlet took pathos and released me from my bonds so that I could go under to the floor and lay on the soused carpet. 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 in force miss and dog fucker and a slut and… I lost track after a piece.

"So ?"she eventually asked. I wasn't sure how to answer her. God, it had been beyond my idle aspiration and, at the Saami metre, 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 forget this. Ever. Nor would it be a one time thing. Already I was thinking of the next clip, wondering when that might be. With Loki again ? While scarlet watched ? Or maybe Mistress would be there next fourth dimension ? And who else did she know who had a dog. Or hot dog.

Right now, though, all I could do was lay there and love her touch as it grew ever Sir Thomas More fleshly and then sexual, her fingerbreadth teasing me slowly towards another orgasm.

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

"I thought you might. Loki. slit. ”