It was something I'd noticed once, just in passing. At a party at Scarlet's star sign. A pair of sturdy looking poles in one of the guest suite. Normally, the door was closed, but that one sentence. They were about three foundation high and property about 3 or 4 foot apart, rising up from the floor in front of a gravid mirror on the wall. I couldn't have seen them if I had just walked by, but, curious, I'd gone in for a instant or two. I hadn't really thought too a great deal about them, but every once in a while, the image reasserted itself in my head, and began to produce a scenario around it, one that, as time went by, got more and more… elaborate and detailed.

Of form, that's all it was. A fancy. 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 have stayed that way, except…

"I promised orange red that I'll occlusive by and arrest 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 metre. A piffling after 1pm.

"Yes, but if I leave now, I can spend a little metre 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 import, it was all about helping out my Mistress so that she could receive a relaxing Night in with her fellow. It was only after we'd hung up that it became something else. Something often less altruistic.

"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 little chores for her, even the most menial. It felt good and it kept me in her good saving grace as an added bonus.

"I owe you."She described to me where I could find the spare house key and how to release 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 hushed in the afternoons. Love you."

"love you too, Mistress,"I told her and that was that. Or it would feature been, only I choose that consequence to commend the poles and, without meaning too, I began to imprint a architectural plan that had nothing to do with what schoolma'am Ilse had asked of me…

Loki, a very handsome German Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr., had met me at the room access, tidal bore for company. As my kept woman had said, he was well behaved and friendly. While I did my expert to act casual, my spunk was pounding in my pectus so gruelling that I could palpate it against my costa and I was a little breathless and a bit dizzy 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 that, so we ended up going out back so I could throw a lawn 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 buss on the nose ( which re-ignited my tenderness 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 plan into activity, knowing that it was risky and that it might not turn out as I'd envisioned, but that it was deserving the risk. Fetching my backpack, I made my way to the room that I'd remembered. As common, the threshold was closed securely. None of the former room access in the house were, only this one. I took a moment to wonder about that, and then put it out of my mind, opening it up and entering. While the mirror was still there, exactly as I remembered it, the poles weren't. A thrust of disappointment went through me as I walked over to put up before the tall musing device and made a expression at myself in it. So lots 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 muddle hidden in the weave… I used the torch on my headphone and saw that they were threaded so that you could screw something into the story.

Now I was on a quest. I should advert that the mirror wasn't the simply thing in the room. On the bulwark behind it hung a good sized bland block out tv. A small desk was against the wall to the right, facing a window to the back yard, so that it was the first affair nigh people saw when entering the way, and against the reverse wall were a duet of plush looking chairwoman to either slope of sliding doors - presumably, a wardrobe. If they were in here, they'd be in there. First, though, I closed the blinds, making sure that no one could see in. The spline created adequate ambient light so that I didn't need to bend the lights on, so I simply left them off. And then, I went to the cupboard, digit 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 apparent motion, knowing that, if I thought about it too a great deal, I'd chicken out. Step one. Undress.

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

I paused, savoring the feeling of being naked in someone's family I hardly knew. Glancing at the clock, I noticed it was close to 3. vermilion would be home around 9, schoolmarm had said. Plenty of fourth dimension. Going back to the wardrobe, I examined the rod. There were, in all, three sets, all about four feet marvellous. peculiar, I took a closer tone. One set had slot running up each pole, with a duo of metallic element rings set into it. kneel, discovered that it worked kind of like a racetrack, where you could move the ring up and down the rings up and down the full length of the pole. Interesting.

The arcsecond had a limit anchor ring at the bottom of the pole and one on top. That was the one I'd remembered visual perception that nighttime. My hand trembled as I ran it up and down the smooth metal. It was cool to the spot and polished so that I could see my blurry reflection in it, my tits rising and falling lewdly with each quickening breath. God, I wanted to tinct myself, maybe even make myself come, but I resisted. There's plenty of sentence for that later, I told myself.

The one-third was much the same, only it had a third set of rings at about the midpoint. I toyed with the approximation of using the one with the roving attachments, but, in the end, I chose the last one.

As I suspected, it had a screw set into the base of operations so that it could be easily set into the storey. It took me two tries to get it right - the kickoff 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 help myself. I stood close to the perch, legs spread full 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 petty moan as I started to get out of control as I tried to concentrate on the libidinous image in the looking glass. Fuck, I felt so sexy. Suddenly, I couldn't take it. I needed to get started with the real risky venture. I'd packed a few affair specifically for this based on what I remembered seeing that night…

I took my back over to the desk, set it down on the trading floor, tossed the cushion to one side and took a stern on the Wood surface. Closing my middle, I did my near to still myself a little, but it was nearly impossible, so I gave up. God, I was leaking all over the seat already. That would have been hard to explain if I'd left the cushion.

I glanced at the clock again. Plenty of meter, but now I was too eager to get started not to travel rapidly myself along. I started with the handcuff, placing them on the surface of the desk in a neat and neat fashion. A pair for my wrists and one for my articulatio talocruralis. They were leather. A pair of silver gray warp would secure them. A single metal ring was on the opposite side so that you could ensure a roach or a chain.

A collar. Not my usual one, the one that I always wore in kept woman's presence, but a heavyset leather one with a single buckle and a annulus to confiscate, presumably, a leash. It was and actual dog apprehension, purchased at a pet store. I'd also picked out a tag for it and used one of those machines they have to etch my name, or the one I use when I'm having these variety of illusion - Livvy. And, on the early side, I'd etched something else. Dog Slut.

I wanted to put it on right wing now. I was afraid that, if I didn't, I'd talking myself out of this. It would part the shift. My fingers were a petty precarious 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 knockout and I could see the shine of my snatch succus on the interior of my thighs. Once again, I decided to leave them there and not touch myself. It was hard. Almost impossible, but I managed to simply sit down at the desk again and continue unpacking.

Next came four suddenly distance of chain and four padlocks, the paint still in them. I was getting close to the end, when I would actually put everything on. I felt a small sick for a second so I took a moment to simply shut down my centre and try to slow my respiration. I could feel heating plant spreading all over my consistency, heat and arousal - it was almost plenty to occult the reverence and the ignominy that burned within me as well, know that I was sure I was going to follow through with my plan.

A dress came side by side. I guess you could call it a cocktail clothes. It was bleak and made of filmy cloth. Had I worn in in public, I'd be arrested. It was also incredibly poor. Standing up it would handle my puss and near of my ass. Just barely, though. Thin strap would hold open it from sliding down. I would emphasise my wanton nature rather than decrease it.

Last thing. A jar of peanut butter. That was the most of import point, despite it being the least obvious. Taking a cryptic breather, I began. With one foot on the desk, I wrapped a handlock around my right ankle, buckling it securely, and then did the same with my left. Then the Lapp with my carpus cuffs. After that, I slipped my dress on and, once again, admired myself in front of the mirror. I looked like what I was. A trollop.

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

I went back to the desk and grabbed the groundnut butter, unscrewing the top, then stood before my reflection again, watching at the girl sunk a couple of finger's breadth into the ja and began to smear it on her body - on my body. On the inside of my thighs, on my ass cheeks, on my mound, and then, more daringly, on my kitty lip, between my face, my arse, my clit and as a lot as I could press into my dripping wet bitch.

Replacing the cap, I moved between the rod, trancelike. It really did feel like I was hypnotized, like I was watching myself do this, unable to put a stop to it. First, I put the Key to my ankle turnup and the manacle on my provide wrist on a keyring, which I attached to my pinch.

I took one length of chain and fed it through the ring at the fundament of the Pole before securing both remainder on the ring of my cuff, following suit on the other side, forcing my legs to spread out a couple of feet apart. It would be uncomfortable, but doable. Then I did the same with the cuff on my left radiocarpal joint, attaching it to the ringing at the top of the magnetic pole.

The right on carpus would be tricky, but it was important that I did it redress so that I could get away when the time came. It wouldn't be easy, but I'd give myself plenteousness of metre, 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 little earlier, I would be long gone by the clip she got home, with no musical theme what had transpired here.

Carefully, she slipped the Sir Ernst Boris Chain through the closed chain on her manacle, and then through the one on the pole, the lock already hooked through the end link on one end. It took a cross amount of clip, and she almost dropped it a dyad of prison term, but, eventually, she was able to secure the end links together, the key still inside the padlock. It would study endeavor, but she was confident that she'd left decent wiggle elbow room to free herself when the timer went off.

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

"Like a dog slut,"she repeated."I am a nasty piffling slut who wants to hump pawl. And maybe horses, the amended, blushing furiously at that admission price, even though there was no one to hear her almost silent whisper.

After that, there was nothing to do but wait, anticipation and frustration making her dying, 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 hr had gone by since she'd chained herself to the poles.

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

She felt a knife thrust of letdown 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 enquire. 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 treat for you."

I felt my tummy clench, followed by my kitty-cat, felt the dribble resume, making its way down the interior of my right thigh. And then I felt his hot intimation on the backrest of my thigh, heard him sniffing softly, apparently liking what he smelled, his spit slipping out of his mouth and licking the peanut butter I'd smeared on my build once, than twice, his lingua wet and rough as it sent thrill of phrenetic 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 flop choice. He seemed to like it, or maybe it was the preference and smell 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 bitch the second his tongue slid up the inside of my thigh.

God, it was happening. I was really going through with it. If I had been able to opine calmly, I might throw been freaked out. As it was, all I could do was think about him licking me, about how his glossa would feel in my pussy or my asshole. About how punishing I would cum and how often. About what would pass if he tried to go up me. I wasn't sure if he could while I was chained like this, but maybe, if I could unchain myself, he would. I wanted to experience his dick sinking into my puss as he claimed me, feel him fucking me a like a labourer mallet, his knot swelling inside my hole, locking us together just before he floods me with his doggy 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 thigh 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 image of the girl chained between two metallic element poles while being licked by a German Shepard.

And then, I feel his tongue on my ass nerve, finding more than of the yummy goody, and I start to shake even harder, knowing that I could not break this, that I didn't want to stop this.

"That's it, Loki. Get it all. There's more, lots more, just go along looking,"I managed, mostly just babbling whatever came to mind, some of it incoherently, adding the episodic ‘ unspoilt boy'as encouragement, not that he needed any. I cried out when he found my asshole, and he paused, as if wondering if that meant he should stop. I almost broke down sobbing until he decided that the Arachis hypogaea butter was just too scrumptious not to cease 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 smutty dog porn video.

"Fuck,"I gasped, feeling his clapper brush against my snatch lips, and then again. I stated at my range of a function, my pegleg spread, my arms bed covering, humbug running down my Kuki-Chin and dripping into my tits, my aching nipples swollen, my tits bouncing, his snout between my ramification, his knife extending…

"Fuck."This time I almost shouted, startling him as I suddenly went over the edge, an climax wracking through my eubstance. I caught pile of myself briefly, bent-grass over as much as I could, his tongue slurping up and down my twat, between my turgid lips, parting them…

When I could see straight again, the image had shifted. This sentence Loki was before me, his snout pushing into my kitty. All I could do was look on, encouraging him with more ‘ good boys'and ‘ make your bitch come'and whatever else came to bear in mind. It was so often tight than any of the zoo telecasting I'd watched in hole-and-corner, embarrassed to include 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, fuck your squawk with your natural language. stimulate me come, good doggy, mysterious, Loki, deeper."

I watched myself, unable to tear my eyes 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 second, very hanker moment during which I thought my nerve would split from my chest, to notice that Ilse's Quaker, orange red, whose business firm I was in, whose dog was busy pushing his tongue deep into my puss, was standing to my leftfield, watching me with a enigmatical grinning 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 opine straight, the end result being that the key I'd left in the padlock was shaken discharge, falling to the base where there was no way I could get to it.

"So awful,"Loki's owner said, shaking her brain."Letting my dog at your unsporting fiddling cunt. What a tight little whore."

I shook my head, trying to explain myself but unable to get Sir Thomas More than a few words out before another orgasm hit me. I managed to snap up at the poles so I wouldn't prostration, barely registering her parole as she came closer.

"Ilse let me know you'd be dropping by. We both had our suspicions, so I activated the camera and watched for a spell 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 older than me by about ten eld, but she didn't look it. She was slender and fit, and wore her hairsbreadth informal, brunette waves spilling over her berm, and she had killer leg. At present 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 drawstring of drool leaking from my mouth and down my Kuki-Chin until it hung, suspended for several blink of an eye and then fell to the floor.

"trade good boy."

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

"He's very well trained,"she said with a delicate chuckle, lifting her heart so that she could take hold of mine in the wall length mirror. Not knowing how to reply, I said goose egg, staring at her mirror image, my cheek flushed red with embarrassment.

"He knows all variety of commands."

I gasped as I felt her digit brushing against the cheek of my ass, than trailing along my hip bone, and along my wing as she moved in front of me, bending slightly so that she could try out the tag on my collar.

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

"Yes. Please."I whispered, my interpreter quiver as she turned it over, shaking her brain as she read the in***********ion on the former side.

"Dog slut."

I found myself blushing even harder, if that was possible as she let go of it, and held her phone out, so that I could see the projection 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 edit if I decide to do so."

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

"I'm going to watch as this plays out, although I think I'm going to stool some change 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 second, his tail thumping happily on the carpeting.

"arrest. Good boy,"Scarlet told him, scratching between his ear before retrieving the yoke 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 base like I'd done with the others so that they were several feet in front of me, even with the ones I'd chained myself to.

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

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

"Ever been fucked ?"

This meter, I just escape from my head, and then, very softly made my confession."Until now, I'd never… done anything with… a dog. It was all just a phantasy. 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 peculiar treat."

She found the keystone for the padlocks and unbarred my radiocarpal joint."Kneel down for me, Livvy."I did my best to follow, with her help.

"Right hand first, please."

I held my right hand up so that she could pull it towards the early terminal, locking my manacle directly to it.

"Now the left."

And just like that, I was on my articulatio genus, bent over, my arms out in movement 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 quiet for her to hear, my heart going wide as my imagination went into entire cogwheel. In this position, she could have me do either… wet-nurse his prick or let him screw me, and I wouldn't be able to contain her. And it wouldn't be me. It wouldn't be my fault. It was out of my control…

"One Sir Thomas More matter, Livvy."She'd found a whack in the nighest. I hadn't really explored it earlier, my eyes only on the pillage.

"More for spirit than anything else."

She buckled it around my shank, looping the discarded strand from in the beginning through gang attached to it and then through the middle rings on the rod I'd chosen and then snapping them shut.

"You be a beneficial young lady and stick around right there for me. It'll fall in you time to think about what's to derive. 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 perch bent grass over, my cunt dripping fluids onto the rug, 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 actor's line softly.

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

I found myself crying, split welling up in my eyes. What had I done ? What had my insatiable need gotten me into. It was just a fantasy. I never meant for it to actually happen, and yet… it had felt so honest. Loki licking me while I was chained in front of the mirror. His pugnacious glossa travelling over my thighs, my ass, pushing between my boldness, and then, that electrifying import when he'd discovered my cunt, how it had felt that maiden metre. I felt so dirty. It was the most taboos of taboos and yet, if she was here right now with him, I'd be begging for her to let him cream me some more, desperate to come again with his natural language pushed between my well lip, his cool nose pressing into my clit, his slobber coating my thighs.

"Dog trollop,"I told my reflection accusingly."You want it, don't you. You don't want to admit it, but you want more than, don't you ?"

Licking my brim, I closed my eye and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, before answering, my voice too quiet for even me to pick up, but the result exculpate as daylight 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 wish fifteen or twenty minutes at most. When she returned, Loki was at her side, his auricle perking up when he saw me. vermilion had changed into a comfy looking robe. Not a fuzzy pink one like you might jade before going to bed. It was low and shiny and wrapped tightly around her, the tie tight about her shank. The bottom fell almost to mid-thigh. She was holding a deoxyephedrine of wine in one hired man. The other was free.

"As promised, Livvy."

She giggled a little as she walked Loki around me. Had I not been so nervous, I might sustain too. Instead I simply did my undecomposed not to heave or moan or pretend any other auditory sensation that would embarrass me further, especially when she stopped in front of me, Loki turned to the side between us, my eye drawn down between his haunches at the carmine tip protruding from his hairy sheath. His cock. I'd seen picture show, of line, but never up close and personal.

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

I swallowed, lifting my gaze from his cock to Scarlet's nerve, then back again and, finally, to Loki's rima oris. He looked happy, his red wall hanging haphazardly over his black mouth. 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 Scripture a little."And thank you for…"I couldn't, not in front of her, at to the lowest degree, 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,"vermilion said with a smirk, kneeling down in front of me so that our faces were about even.

"You're not the outset girl Loki has religious service, Livvy, although it's been a while since the last-place one. I'm going to go get well-to-do and look out the appearance. Like I said, he knows all sorts of commands."

She took me by surprisal, then, and kissed me, not just a little peck on the brim, but a porn star kiss, tongue and all. When she was done, I was left breathless while she went over to one of the electric chair flanking the closet, pulling it out so she'd have a goodness purview of me. Of us. I watched her rhytidoplasty her glass to her brim and admit a minor sip before setting it down on one thigh, fingers cupping the stadium, her expression, eager.

"Loki. Kiss."

I let out a startled pant, surprised as Loki stepped forward and started licking my face. He wasn't gentle, either, as he lapped away, his spit wet with drivel. I even giggled as lilliputian at his plain delight 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. osculation him back."

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

"kiss. Him. Back, hussy,"orange red repeated, making it legal like an society. I obeyed, hesitantly at first, simply sticking my tongue out and letting him thrash it, doing my good not to pull my head back when he got his natural language in my mouth.

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

When put that way, I did my advantageously, both to please her and to please Loki. It was probationary at first off, but I started to actually reckon of him as my lover. After all, he'd licked my kitty-cat and made me come earlier and I was pretty sure as shooting Scarlet was going to have him be intimate me before the eve was over. Soon, I was licking his tongue while he licked mine, my oral fissure, my cheek, and mentum. He wasn't exactly refined, but he was enthusiastic. I started to turn a loss myself a little, feeling my nipples hardening both due to prevision and the so very wrongness of what I was doing, making out with a dog.

I spared a glimpse over at Scarlet. She'd untied her robe, but it was still closed, and was taking a sip from her vino as she watched us. She caught my centre and smiled, then bared her teeth and ran the tip of her tongue along the edge. Shivering, I went back to kissing Loki, occasionally pulling at the Pole that secured my wrists to no service.

By the clip she gave the next command, my look was dripping wet. So was my pussy.

"Loki. Pussy."

Loki abandoned me responding to his owner's command immediately. I swear I could get word an eager rumble in his chest as he circled around behind me, his fur brushing against my hip at one decimal point. Scarlet laughed when I let out a moan at that mere impinging.

"mortal's turned on."

My only response was a falter moan as I felt his head pushing between my split up thighs and his aegir hot breaths heating up my cunt. I moaned even louder when he began using his tongue to lap up my juices. Unable to facilitate myself, I did my best to force 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 clit. In just a few mo he had me on the brink of coming again. I could feel the heating system rushing through me, my pulse pounding as I felt myself getting closer and closer…

"Loki. Sit."

I wanted to scream in thwarting as he obeyed the bidding almost immediately, leaving me hanging, teetering on the edge of a monolithic orgasm, unable to do anything to advertize myself over.

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

I turned my head towards her. She'd pulled open her robe, giving me a partial panorama of her tits. The mamilla I could see was as swollen and puss as mine were. As she caught me staring, she slowly uncrossed her legs to break a nicely trimmed landing strip above her pretty pink puss.

"While you're cooling down a small, 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 images it displayed in the mirror. Me chained to the perch. Me kissing Loki. Loki licking me. She's recorded it all. Of course she had. I should ingest been embarrassed and humiliated, maybe even tempestuous. Or scared. Instead all I could feel was lust as I watched her dog tease me with his tongue. It was obvious I was enjoying it, too.



"Loki. Nipples."

I didn't even have a chance to registrar the words before he made a dead leap over my calf and stuck his head under my suspended body, his tongue warm and wet against the side of my tit, every once in a patch brushing my nipple and then concentrating on my arduous nub until I began to wriggle helplessly, begging him to stop, her to produce him stop. He nipped my breast with his teeth and I let out a breathless scream.

"He wants you to rest still, Livvy. Don't fight him or he'll kickoff getting rough. Or maybe you'd like that. A nip here and there. Your mammilla. Your nipples. Your tender little pussy. I don't think he'd break the peel, but I can't nominate any promises."

"nooky fuck fuck,"I replied, panting as he gave me a respite, and trotted to the other English, pausing to give my expression a lick. He started again, slobbering as he assaulted my other nipple, driving me, again, unaired and tight to ecstasy, but never close enough.

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

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

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

Again, I was unsounded. I could take protested to my affection's content, but It didn't change the facts. She was right. Before, it had just been a longing, a deep induct 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 a great deal you appreciate him. Loki. Blowjob."

It took me a few minutes to figure the new instruction. In fact, it took some suggestion on scarlet's part before I understood what she, and her dog, expected of me. The dictation was really meant for me. She wanted me to drift him.

"I can't,"I whimpered, getting a soundly look at his bright red cock 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 berm vane, giving me a skilful up close view of his rooster, which seemed to be growing full-grown by the second. I gripped the perch, anchoring myself, fascinated by the sight.

Scarlet replied with a tawdry 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 know what he was doing. Pretty soon, I got my first really good up-close and personal flavour at a dog's penis.

It was variety of Weird. The head was sorting of apartment with a kind of tip on it. other than that, it wasn't terribly dissimilar than a human being dick, although it obviously wasn't. And now, it was close-fitting 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, slick, only it was dissimilar. It wasn't a guy ’, it was a High German Sam Shepard's…

"That wasn't so bad, was it, Livvy. Don't try to imbibe him yet. Just osculate it. rally his tip with your tongue."

I let out a balmy whimper as I stretched myself forward and kissed the tip of his cock, my tongue playing over the Weird shaped tip, sucking my breath in as he pushed forward, forcing me to take about an inch or so of it in my mouth. God, I wanted badly to gain between my legs and touch myself or maybe just jam my fingers into my soaking wet pussy and have a go at it myself as gruelling and as fast as I could. Instead, I explored his cock with my mouth, taking a little more than of it, using my tongue to beleaguer and tickle, since, by the sounds he was making, he liked it. I did too. It was so dirty. I was so grime. He moved a niggling forward, his pincer rough against my bare skin. I didn't dare complain, though. Besides, my mouth was interfering. I mostly licked him while he was in my mouthpiece. I felt him twitch a brace of prison term and it wasn't flavour 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 back, his chela scraping against my shoulder joint, scratching me.

"nookie,"I groaned in reaction as he sat suddenly on his haunches, tongue lolling out as his attention went back and forth between me and vermilion, wanting to obey his owner while tidal bore to use me as his beef.

"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 dick in my back talk, kissing and licking and sucking it. She bent over to pet his promontory, and then she did the same to mine, scratching me playfully behind one ear.



"Would you like to arrest now ? We can, if you'd like. It's your last prospect to endorse out, little dog slut."ew

external respiration heavily, I weighed my options. Maybe this was all a mistake. Would I repent it afterwards ? While she didn't say the watchword, I knew what would bechance if we continued. She'd let him fuck me. He'd stupefy his cock inside of me and use me as his bitch. 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 probability. I could, but then, again, I couldn't, not because she wouldn't accolade her fling, but because something inside me needed this to happen. Something deep inside of me, something darkness, maybe, or maybe not, but certainly, something much too herculean for me to deny.

"No. Don't arrest. 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 battlefront of me, and kissed me softly on the mouth, her knife pushing past my back talk and sliding along my tongue while she cupped one of my tits and teased my mamilla with her thumbnail before leaning back again, staring expectantly at me.

"Tell me."

"I want him to sleep with me."

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

"Again, Livvy. William Tell me."

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

"I want Loki to have it away me, Scarlet. I want him to stick his tool in my cunt and use me like a kick. I want to palpate his mi and I want him to fulfil 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 animal, the dog, Loki, push off his back legs and, tail end wagging, crib past me, while Scarlet went back to her chair, disrobing as she sat, leaving me an interrupted view of the mirror in nominal head of me and of her, naked, her legs banquet as she leaned back and watched her dog riding horse me, hopping up on his hindlegs, his social movement branch around my waistline, holding compressed as we began to thrust himself. I felt his rooster hitting the rear of my thigh and then my left buttock, 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 low gear time. surmisal we'll see what happens."

A sense of peachy shame washed over me. pity 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 decent. And then, he got his asshole in me, thrusting rich with a exulting barque. After that, it felt like a jackhammer against my tail end as he started pounding me with no regard for my puff, his cock swelling up inside my tight pussy. I let out a loudly moan.

God, he was rocky, but it felt so good. A quick coup d'oeil to my left showed scarlet playing with her own pussy, her leg now over the arms of the chairperson so I could get a good look at her. God, she was gorgeous. I'd always thought so, but this was the low clock time I'd ever seen her naked.

After that it it became all about me. Me and Loki. He kept at it, driving his rooster into me without seeming to tired. I started to feel a climax coming on, the strong-arm sensation 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 stopcock growing inside of me, pushing apart my rampart as he knotted me and I came a 3rd metre, tears leaking from my eye, my mouth hanging open, drool running retiring my brim 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. Close, so conclusion. I just needed something to crusade me over the bound. I felt his stage 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 warmly jet and there was so practically of it. He wasn't even done. I felt another splatter of dog cum inside of me, tipping me over the edge.

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

I heard another audio. easy applause as Scarlet clapped her mitt slowly together.

"That was so nooky hot, Livvy. gladiola I was able to record the full thing."

I blushed hard, my face burning as I looked away from her, staring, once again, at the mirror and my eyetooth lover who, for the here and now, was mental object to stand there, his prick embedded in me…

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

"dangling my brain, I just hung there, too spent to move, until Scarlet took pity and released me from my shackle so that I could bury to the floor and lay on the plastered carpet. I think I cried a bit while she ran her hands over me, soothing me with her touch and with her actor's line, calling me a adept fille and dog fucker and a slut and… I lost trail after a while.

"So ?"she eventually asked. I wasn't certain how to answer her. God, it had been beyond my barbaric dreams and, at the Lapplander fourth dimension, 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 sentence thing. Already I was thinking of the next time, wondering when that might be. With Loki again ? While scarlet watched ? Or maybe Mistress would be there adjacent prison term ? And who else did she have intercourse who had a dog. Or cad.

Right now, though, all I could do was lay there and enjoy her touch as it grew ever more sensual and then sexual, her fingers teasing me slowly towards another sexual climax.

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

"I thought you might. Loki. twat. ”